Sorry for being late, I just needed to think some of the scene through so the result ends like I want it to and the story head in about the right direction. I don't want to give anything away.
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Chapter 30 ( OOOOMMMMMMGGGG 303030303030)
I move my hand slowly to where i thought his hands would be because the room is pitch black and the only light source is from the barely visible crack of light from between the hinges. i scratch his fingers, drawing blood. He hiss and the cold feeling of the blade disapeare from my skin. I slam right heel on his foot and elbow his stomach. Now, it's my turn to hiss. He have some hard abs. It gave him enough time to recover and grab my left hand. He twist it so that soaring pain shoot through my arm and put the blade against my neck again.
" you shouldn't have done that" he hiss.
" what do you want?" I ask him.
" i don't recall giving you permission to talk." i snorted. He just press the blade against my neck harder. I felt a warm liquid run down my skin and realize that it was my blood. Great, I'll probably have a scar. I scratch his fingers and stomp on his foot again. He must have been expecting it because the blade only left my skin momentarily and twist my hand more. i gasp, not expecting this much pain, and did a flip in the air so that his arm was twisted. The blade graze across my left hand, making it numb. Oh well, I'm right handed, but I hope the agency have some kind of ointment or pill that get rid of scars. I used my right hand to twist his hand so that either his right shoulder, his right wrist, or his right elbow was broken or at least dislocated. He hiss again.
" HELP!!!" I scream without fear that he would remove my head from my body because I heard a sound that sound a lot like a knife drop against the hard tile floor. Not even a sound came from the door. There isn't even an echo inside this room. Of course he would chose one of the sound-proof room in the building. That meant he knows about the building enough to choose this room. He might be a double agent. Guess I have to take care of him. I can't leave the room because he might run away, exposing our headquarter location to an enemy agency, or keep blending in and expose our secret and information to other agencies. I bring my knee up with as much force as I can muster to his no-no. My kneecap came in contact with something hard.( you sick minds, it's not what you're thinking). I wince: he's wearing a cup. He used my moment of hesitation to kick my head back. Well, almost, I felt a sudden rush of wind close to my face so I lean back, too far, so I did a back flip, kicking his face in the progress. It wasn't that hard, I mean, he was way too close to me to be able to miss. I heard him stagger backwards and mutter a few cuss words under his breath. I step back, silently take my heels off and so he wouldn't know where I was in the dark. Oh, I seriously don't want to rip this dress. There's probably some blood stains already. I hitch the dress up to my stomach and tuck part of it in my short. I knew I should wear shorts under this dress. From now on, I will always wear a short and a tank under a dress or a skirt. I heard clothes rustling and I run towards the noise. I slam my palm up his nose when I got near him, and did a combination of kicks and punches that we have been practicing in martial arts. He got a few hit on me, too, but he was knocked out after a few minutes of intense fighting. I walk towards the door, using the crack of light from the hinges, after I was sure he wasn't faking. I open the door to use the light to find the light switch and switch on the light. I walk back to him, using the knife he drop to rip his shirt into strips. I tie his hands, and legs and start to walk towards the hall, planning to scream for someone to come and put him in a real cell to intoregrate him later as soon as I was out of this sound-proof room.
But, before I can take a step, applauds erupted from behind the walls.
What the fudge is going on?
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I start writing right after I eat breakfast, which is about 2:30 P.. I was at a party so, I stayed up a little bit late. I got a lot of money from Chinese New Year ,though, a little more than 150 bucks. You should convince your parents to celebrate it, you'll probably get more money than I do since I don't have that many rich relatives.
Most chapters after this should have plenty interesting twists for your taste.
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