Not For Good Girls

Pink Is the New in

So so so sorry for the late upload had a bit of trouble this week.
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Unlike popular belief bad guys don't live in a dark castle full of crows and weapons everywhere you set your eyes on. On contrary, bad guys live in a pink rooms with castle beds, full of stuffed animals, and ponies drawn in the walls. Yes I was in a pink room. Yes I was about to vomit from seeing a lot of pink together.

My body was in pain. My head hurts like a big old bitch. But none of this things mattered because I was here chained to a bedpost that was covered with pink everything. It was like a pink rainbow nightmare. Not that I have anything against pink but too much pink makes me feel like I'm in a horrid teen whatever movie.

I looked around to see any escape exits or anything that would help me plan an easy escape off of this hellish pink room. Mental note: one window, one air ventilation, one door, and two cameras from both left and right corner of the room. Talk about precautions.

"Sophia I see my guards have forgotten their manners" a Male voice said from where I assume must be an intercoms. I didn't bother searching for it because it wasn't like it would be helpful. I just stared into the camera and mouthed a big old fuck you. The voice though sounded familiar. Almost as if I heard it before. 

"Nice of you to join us this evening. Do you like the room?" Marcus asked. That's who it was and he really ought to be joking. Out of all the things he could have asked, like it my willing to do the job, he ask as if I like the damn room.

"Are you also going to ask me to join your tea party because if you are save it. I didn't come here willingly nor do I want to discuss how hideous this room is. I want to know why in the hell you put sleeping pills on my drink?"

"Straight to business. I like that. I need you to retrieve something for me of sentimental value" he said. This time I did let my eyes roam through the room in search of the intercom.

"Wait you brought me here and let Felix, a bartender, ridicule me to retrieve an object of sentimental value for you. Do I look like a damn faery godmother to you? Because last time I recall I don't have wings, I don't give a shit about people, and last but not least I could give two flying craps of your wishes."

"Excellent. I don't suppose having your uncle and your friend life in danger would change your mind." You son of a b-i-t-c-h.

"What did you do to them?" I asked calmly. You know those psychopaths that even though they look so calm inside they are thinking of how to strangle you in your sleep? Let's just say I wouldn't completely rule myself off that category.

"I did some arrangements to their faces. Nothing that can't be fix. I don't tend to give second chances so think very well. Do you accept my offer or not?" He asked. I thought of the possible ways of killing him. Of strangling him or murdering him in his sleep the moment he mention Alan and my uncle. I closed my eyes and let air get into my lungs. I needed to calm down and show him he has no effect on me what so ever.

"Well that's delightful, Isn't it? I just automatically have wings and a tiara and would love to grant old man's wishes. The real question here, why would you trust me to get this object? As far as you know I can betray you at any second."

"That's right I don't. That's why you are going to have a nanny. Let's make that two. Let's call it a courtesy of the house. I'll give you more details of the job today at dinner." My eyes open wide and stare at the camera.