His New Possession ✔️

7- Better Off Dead

I wake up and notice the slight lighting change: I'm in a basement.
My arms attempt to break through the chains that are built around my wrists and ankles, but there's no use, I'm in some kind of cell.
My nose takes in the familiar smell of dried blood and rust.
Crap, I'm in the room I accidentally came across the other day.
I look up to spot three men, one attached to a chair and two others pointing weapons at him.
I recognize the figures and one of them turns to me. "Ace, she's awake."
The familiar What-ever-his-name-is spins around and gives me a wicked smile. He rushes over to me and leans down to face me. "This is what happens to naughty pets."
I sheepishly manage to ask him what's going on.
"I had told you I would punish you when you step out of line, and this is what happens."
His cousin Quey raises his gun and fires it twice at the driver that is now motionless and covered in blood.
I gasp in fear. "Monster!"
Tears flood my eyes and my body starts to tremble.
"Tell me, what exactly did he inform you on?" His cold hand removes a string of hair that covered my petrified face.
"Like I would say!" My voice came out in a croak, making me sound even weaker than I already appear to be.
"A man just died because of you, should we move onto the next?" He stands up and faces Quey. "How many d'you think we'll have to spare?"
My eyes search the room and notice several drains -- I'm guessing it's for all the blood.
"They often get plugged..." Ace's facial expressions currently consist of anger and amusement.
"Bunch of sick psychopaths." I spit.
"What do you know?" The tune in his voice forces chills down my spine. "What did he tell you?"
"Never."
"Quey, shoot her." Ace glares at him which forces him to obey.
"Argh!" I weep as the bullet enters my shoulder, making my whole body tense up. The excruciating pain only worsens at the realization I most probably won't succeed in escaping this place.
"You wanna try the other arm?" Ace's words barry me deeper into my hole. "Quey, keep shooting her until she cooperates. Feel free to use those over there, too."
My attention was now on the bags and cases filled with dangerous weapons, machinery, and other deadly looking tools.
As soon as Ace slams the basement door behind him, Quey releases a big sigh, the kind of sigh that means he's had enough, and that he'd most probably shoot me right here, right now.
"So, I don't want to waste my time with you, and honestly, for once, I thought you had something special going on there. Guess who was wrong." He sarcastically rolls his eyes as he fires his gun at a random glass. The item's crystal pieces scatter amongst the floor, some of them coming in contact with my face, leaving cuts and holes, making me whimper and yelp.
Quey chuckles at my reaction but this time points the gun towards me.
"Look," he begins, "this really doesn't have to happen. In fact, I thought you were never gonna know about any of this at all. Here's the key to staying alive around here: -Listen to what we instruct you on. But now, since you clearly did none of that, you're gonna get what comes back to you."
"I did nothing!" My voice, this time, came out strong and steady, making Quey flinch at every single word.
"Fine." He approaches me and kneels down in front of my trembling body.
I manage to catch a glimpse of the silver pocket knife intertwined in his fingers.
Oh great.
"Tell me again." His voice softens as his hand travels to my leg, stopping at my calves.
I didn't reply, even though the chauffeur died because of my stupidity, I kept strong, ignoring the fact I was practically dying from my shoulder pain.
Quey noticed me and instantly raised his dagger in the air before shoving it in my leg muscle, making tears uncontrollably flow out of my eyes.
"I'll deal with her, Quey." The voice belonged to Ace, who was now standing in the doorway, watching me twist and cry in anguish.
The two men switched positions and Ace eyed me up and down.
"I never knew you would be this stubborn." His words forced a smile onto my face.
"I'm no use to you." Maybe he would let me go, if only.
"Are you willing to return the money I spent on you? Oh, wait, do you even have that money?" His dark cold eyes searched mine, making a tingly sensation run through my cheeks and forehead.
"No, but I'm pretty positive you'll be the one begging and paying me to leave, just you wait." I made it sound like I was in control, like I was the one menacing him, and most certainly not like I was the tortured one.
"You're brave." He 'accidentally' drops the knife on me, which then slices the top layer of my skin. "Oops. What did he tell you?"
Before I can even say no, Quey wheels an older aged person out from a closet, and holds the same revolver up to her face.
"This time we'll give you 10 f*cking seconds before she receives a f*cking bullet in her face. Oh and don't worry, we've got 4 more f*cking hostages to go if you don't decide yourself."
I cowardly back up, making my head slam against the cooled concrete wall.
"I don't give a f*ck! Even if I spill it all, you'll just kill them anyway." I intensely glare at the old women who is practically begging me to help her.
A spark of sadness hit my cold, dark face.
God, what am I doing?!
"10, 9, 8..." Quey annoyingly starts to count as he points his weapon at the women.
"How many times d'you guys do things like this?!" My voice had a hint of sarcasm.
"Every once in a blue moon." Ace rips the gun out of Quey's grip and places it in mine. He wraps his fingers around mine, places my index on the trigger, and points it at the women. "You'll be responsible for her death."
Quey's counting makes my hand tremble till the point I can't even move properly.
We're both holding the gun, but my index is the one on the trigger...
"4, 3, 2, ..."
"Okay, okay! He told me you would kill anyone who tries to stop you from finding her, that's all!" I drop the gun and crawl away until I'm held back by the pair of chains attached to my ankles and wrists.
"She's seen and heard too much." Ace stands up and commands Quey to dispose of the old lady then turns to me. "Do I look like an imbecile?!"
As much as I longed to say 'yes', I thought
I should rephrase it for him. "F*cked up is, f*cked up does."
"Language, Hazel." His voice was harsh and cold, like usual.
"You don't tolerate bad language but you tolerate murder? It all makes sense now." I dramatically throw my hands up in attempt to make a scene, but of course, he just raises a brow and confusingly stares at me.
"You're right. Maybe I should tolerate more things. How about fasting?"
I quit my act, literally jump at his feet and plead him to keep feeding me.
If I have to stay here, the one thing I can't miss is the delicious food.
"I'll see." The corners of his lips slide upwards into a grin and I regain my normal sitting position.
Before exiting the basement and leaving me behind, he takes a long look at me.
It was so long I not only started to blush, but I thought something was up (ignoring the fact I was shot and stabbed twice), it made me think, maybe it was his last look.

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