My Assassin

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“And what do I do with her while the customer is doing business?!” I heard his voice wake me up from slumber. My eyes squinted open as I took in the light coming from the windows. He was looking out of it while waiting for a reply from person at the end of the phone.

“Keep her, play with her, make her happy while…” The voice answered which soon turned was muffled as he acknowledged my consciousness. 

“She’s awake,” he said cutting off the other man. “Ok bye.”

“I’ll call you when I can.” He said turning off his phone.

He walked towards me and stopped when he got a good look of the randomly located bruises on my body, I looked at myself and sighed.

“You need a bath.” He mumbled as he started to walk towards where I assumed was the bathroom. I heard the water being turned on and he soon came back with a towel which he threw at my face. I didn’t bother to pick it up, why should I? He tried to kill me, whoever this stranger is, he is not my friend.

He got a gun out of his pocket and pointed it towards me. “Pick it up.”

Did I have any other choice?

No, guess not.

I hesitantly picked it up as he put away his gun. I slowly walked towards the bathroom being very cautious of him. I entered the bathroom and turned around, I slowly closed the door looking at him, when I caught his eye I looked away in fear of his eyes. I quickly locked the door. I pulled up my dress so that I could urinate, I haven’t peed since last night so it was a very long one and probably the most relaxing moment I’ve ever had.

After flushing the toilet, I started to strip myself till I was naked. I leaned over the tub to turn off the running taps as the bathtub was almost full. I carefully got into the hot water and lied across the tub- I change my mind, this is the most relaxing moment I’ve ever had.

I let minutes pass of me just lying there, enjoying the most comfort I was ever going to get out of this psychotic experience. Then I decided I had to wash myself, I never felt so disgusted of my own body. I winced every now and then when I accidentally rubbed the soap on too hard. I lied back down and let the soap mix with the now warm water.

After getting out and drying myself, I had no choice but to wear the same underwear, bra and dress, but I washed the shoes and left them to dry on the side of the tub. I pulled out the plug and let the water escape down the holes. I opened the bathroom door and walked out to bump into him.

“Sorry.” I muttered, I had to stop being nice to him when he’d been treating me like a rag doll.

“Don’t you need to dry your hair?” he asked not moving back to give some distance on our bodies.

I kept my gaze on the ground as I answered, “I don’t like using a hairdryer, I prefer it to dry naturally.”

“You hungry?” he asked.

Of course I was hungry, starving as a matter of fact. But bearing in mind what he makes may or may not have poison in was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

I shook my head, just then my stomach spoke answering for me.

“Hm. Your stomach sure sounded hungry while you were asleep.” He said, humour in his tone.

“I’m fine.” I muttered.

He sighed. “Look I’m not going to put poison in your food ok? If you’re that cautious we’ll get take away.”

I nodded.

He nodded as a reply before backing off a bit and reaching into his jean pocket for his phone. I watched as he did his code, it was fast but I saw the pattern. I thought about it over and over again so I wouldn’t forget it.

“What do you want to eat?” he questioned, lowering his phone a bit.

“I don’t mind.” I mumbled staring at the ground.

He sighed. “Can I have 2 pots of noodles, 2 sweet chili chicken with rice, err… and some desserts, any desserts really.”

“Please could you have it delivered?” he asked, “Address? Yeah, hold on a sec.”

His eyes flicked on me, I did my best to look like I hadn’t been listening but there was no fooling him. He walked into another room closing the door.

I stood there awkwardly until he came back out a minute after.

“Can your stomach take 20 more minutes of being empty?” He asked.

I nodded trying not to smile.

He walked to the living room expecting me to follow him. I gradually did. He sat down on the cream leather sofa, he patted the space next to him gesturing me to sit next to him.

Instead I sat on the arm rest, far away from him. He wasn’t all bad now that he was offering me food and that he added humour to his speech but I still, obviously, didn’t trust him.

“W-why are you giving me food…” I bulked up my courage continuing, “If you’re going to kill me..?”

“There’s been a change of plans.” He said, as I started at the coffee table.

“D-do I get to go home then?” I asked trying not to sound too hopeful but I couldn’t help it.

He shook his head.

Tears started to stream down my face, I didn’t bother wiping it. “D-do I ever get to go back home?”

I watched as he repeated the same actions making me sob more. I got up and walked to the corner of the room, the farthest place away from him. I sat down and cried. He watched me emotionless.

“Shut up,” he said after 20 or so minutes, “The delivery man will be here any second.”

How could he be so heartless?

I turned around so that I was facing the wall, my tears slowed down till it finally stopped. Just then a knock was made on the other side of the front door.

He got up and opened the door. “Thanks.” I heard him say, after he paid the man he closed the door and brought some food into the room.

“Come here and eat.” He ordered.

“I’m not hungry.”

“FUCKING EAT IT!” He yelled at me as he kicked the plastic bag making it slide across the floor till it nudged my leg.

I snapped, I immediately got up walking to him, “SHUT UP! YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU DON’T GET TO TREAT ME LIKE I’M NOT A HUMAN BEING! YOU DEFINITELY CAN’T KEEP ME HERE- I WILL FIND A WAY OUT AND WHEN I DO I’LL CALL THE POLICE AND TELL THEM EVERYTHING!!! YOU’LL NEVER GET OUT OF THE PRISON, YOU’LL BE LOCKED UP AND LEFT ALONE TO DIE!”

His large hand swept across till all its force came into contact with my left cheek. My mouth dropped in horror- my cheek stung, I knew yet another bruise was quickly forming.

I turned back to face his angry expression.

“I hate you,” I hissed.

“Who said I even liked you?!” he yelled, “You’re a piece of shit- no one could ever like you!”

A.N- Woo 2 updates in one day! Always wanted to say that and now I can because this is all pre-written. I'm currently writing chapter 14. Feel free to make predictions, it might just be right (;

And Harry, ouch- SMH.