Trapped (h.s)

Chapter 41~Trapped(h.s)

Listen to: Mansion by NF ft. Fleurie

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(Before the others mission)

Dayana's POV:

Slow and unsteady, flowing ugly tears fell.

They were inevitable, everything came crushing down as he step foot in the room. Nothing could save me from the person in front of me. He stood tall and with such confidence, it radiated in forceful waves. She felt suffocated in such clustered room. One step in the wrong move and she'd be as dead as a corpse.

Through gritted teeth she spoke. "You. I should have known." He was no doubt behind everything that was happening. He played the part perfectly.

A low chuckle resounded through the small confinement office. Closing the door behind him, he turned around and stepped closer to me. At that action she without a second thought began to retract my steps, but came out short when something cold and metal was pressed at the back of my head. Seeing her struggle, Martin, smirked and stepped closer to her. Leaving little to no space between them. Letting her tears descend freely as a finger began to slither from her right cheek bone down to her shoulder blade. She shivered in disgust.

Chest heaving up and down, feeling an anxiety attack about to happen if it occurred any longer. Sighing he stepped around her, which she let the much needed breath of air exhale.

"Armando..Damary. Pleasure to see you again." Martin acknowledged both of them. A harsh grip of her forearm brought her out of her shock state. Roughly turning her around she was meet by Damary's hand up to Martin's nauseating lips.

"Demone... my pleasure sir." Came Armando's voice from behind her, who still had the gun aimed at her, but was now being aimed at her lower back. Demone? His name was Martin, not Demone. Why was Armando addressing him differently? She was beyond confused now. Martin who had moved away from Damary went to sit on the chair were Armando once was.

"Honey, come sit down, will yeah." Martin spoke, gesturing towards the seat that was in front of the desk. Begrudgingly, she made her way to the chair, with Armando hot on her heels.

"He's going to kill you." She spoke through gritted teeth. If only her eyes could send daggers at him, he'd be ten feet underground praying for mercy. Cackling at her respond, he only smiled, teeth showing.

"Honey, that won't be happening anytime soon. That lanky boy won't even be able to step a foot here. It's guarded from top to bottom and if he so much as does. He'll be gone in a blink. So stop trying to scare me with such nonsense, and let's get down to business, shall we. Armando." Martin gestured to Armando who stepped away from behind her to retrieved a small box from a shelf. Handing it to Martin he proceeded to open it and took inside what she's dread ever sense the world had changed to the worse.