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Blair POV

Nobody cleaned up my wound, figured. I was stuck in the back of a moving van with the person who shot me. He was quite tall, like really tall. He looked drunk, his pet bird was cute.
" What your name?" I asked. He briefly looked at me but said,
" Mordecai," I nodded. The door opened up and Mordecai jumped out and went to another guy who very well built. I was pulled from the van and taken inside an factory, it looked old in a way. The windows were shattered and the bricks chipping away, of course my wound is going to get infected if someone doesn't treat it. The big guy next to Mordecai must have noticed because he said,
" Is someone going to take care of her leg," Vallory nodded. I was dragged through the doors my legs not making a single step. They placed me in a chair in the center of the room in front of a desk. It was purple and had the normal desk stuff on it but blood could be seen on it like stains. Vallory sat down in her chair, the 2 scars down her left eye showing the monster she truly was.
" Now I'm going to make this simple, you are the best hired gun I've ever had, and I need you back," she sat back in her chair. I thought about it for a moment,
" No,"
" Well that is a shame, guess I have to hurt you until you agree," her goons dragged me to a room to the left of hers, blood, blood was everywhere. The torture chamber never got cleaned, I was put in the chair, strapped in with leather straps. I could hear people arguing outside the door. The door busted open,
" The torturer is in, let's begin, shall we,"
This is going to be hell.

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