Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 23 - Let her out

Why is he smirking like that? What does the key mean? I wonder. Steven looks like he just pulled the greatest prank on his worst enemy. I scrunch up my face in disgust, not understanding his sadistic smirk.  All the while Marcus' face fashions a neutral look.  

"You need to fix your face," Steven comments.

"You need to fix your life and get your priorities straight." I spit back at his stupid remark.

"That fire in you won't last forever," Marcus decides to add his two cents to a dollar conversation, forcing the privacy of two into a group chat. "I wouldn't bet my salary on it if I were you. Seems like you really need it," I respond. Since these two want to play games with me, abuse me, torture me, I guess I'll just have to do what I do best with people who get under my skin. Spit flames.

It's rather odd. The very first day of arriving here, the fear that struck me at the sight of these two giants was so intense I even ended up calling one of the girls crazy for speaking back to Marcus. Yet, here I am doing the very same thing. I guess I've too gone crazy.

Marcus opens his mouth to say something as anger flashes in his eyes, but it soon fades as something clicks in his head. He lets out a low chuckle while shaking his head, then picks the key up and hands it over to Steven, "Since she's your responsibility, you take her. I have other matters to attend to".

"Where you off to?" Steven questions.

"Highway."

"To hell," I mutter, finishing his sentence since he only wants to give one-word replies. Marcus glares in my direction and I take the wild guess that he has finally had enough of me. Steven accepts the key and Marcus leaves the room, but not before shooting me one last sinister glare. "Time to go hell cat," Steven announces as he walks around the table and grabs my painful arms. Ouch. 

Go where? I wonder as we make our way to the door.

A silence threatens to take over and I think of a way to best kill it before things become awkward. "Were you born there?" I question.

"Where?"

"The highway," I replied as nonchalantly as I possibly can.

"Why?" Steven asks, his curiously peeking.

"Cause that's where most accidents happen." I say as I shrug my shoulders, looking off to the distance.

I hold back a smirk of my own as I notice how tense he suddenly becomes. I can tell that he's angry. "If you thought the water was bad. You're in for a big surprise." As soon as he says that, my mind starts racing for all possible outcomes of this situation.

Sadly my drawing board remains a blank canvas as I cannot seem to think what could possibly be a worst punishment than the water. I mean, I nearly drowned, twice. What's worst than a near death experience?

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*3 days later*

Peggy's POV:

It's been three whole days now since they found Vivian and brought her back. Yet, I haven't seen her once. My best guess is that she chose the key, but why keep her there for so long? Any longer and she'll most certainly die. That is if she's not dead already.

I saw her physical state the day Steven found her and Marcus dragged her through the building and my heart pinched at the sight. Covered in bruises, dried scabs, and dirt in those short, revealing clothing that she's forced to wear, it took everything in me not to remove her from Marcus' possession. I've pleaded with him, every day since Vivian's return, to let her out.