The devil gave me a rose

1. a sincere introduction.

 "You're looking beautiful Anastasiya," A Bold accent rolling R's in 'my' name as he crept out of the shadows. his balding head reflected the little light in the room

"Why thank you "I smiled

"Your dress seems to have a spill" He smiled

"What you do?" I shrugged innocently acting embarrassed.

"Anastasiya?" He said looking for my eyes.

"Yes?" I replied as my eyebrows shifted downwards in confusion. This man is putty in my hand is a thought running laps in my mind.

"I hope you'll be a... good girl," he said as his hand grazed from my ankle to my upper thigh pushing the hem of my dress higher. And brooding eyes scan my body as if I was a possession my eyes stay locked on to his slight action. My face was trying so hard to hide the disgust  

"Ne dozhdyoshsya!" ("In your dreams!") I spat as I tried to stand he forcefully pushed my shoulders down abruptly which causes a reflex causing me to slap him without regrets. "Vy pozhaleyete, chto"(you'll regret that") I chuckled

"Now you'll pay" he hissed and a sound of a switchblade clicked from behind him and made a smile grow on to my lips.

"Rose, are you done yet?" A voice taunts from the other room which distracted the man in front of me.

"Elijah shut up!" I yelled while I grabbed the closest thing to me which happened to be a crowbar and lunged towards my target. He swung towards my gut with his handy switchblade but I grabbed his wrist with my free hand and directed his hand towards his groin. His knees buckled and arms wrapped around the wound, adding pressure while spitting out some choice words.

"Spokoynoy... Nochi" ("Goodnight...Pig!")

"Rose you're really killing me here" I heard from behind the door.

With my right hand, I used the crowbar to plunge into his skull and an excess of blood flooded out. It wedged in good but unfortunately, I was without a weapon because I couldn't pull it out afterward.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Elijah!" An opened the door to see a man with a jaw chiseled by Donatello his white suit highlights his chocolate skin leaning against the opposite flower pattern wallpaper wall staring at his Rolex while a hand runs through his natural black curls. When he saw me and looked at me as his big lips form a smile revealing his snow white teeth with concern knitting his eyebrows together.

"What happened?"He questioned I gave him a glare as anger inside me rises while I run my tongue behind my front teeth.

"I'm sick of being eye candy. All I want to wear a pair of sneakers instead of this crud" I kick off the black stripper heels that left an ache in my foot at him which with his ...ok...reflexes he catches... "Why can't you be the one in a tight fitting top?"

Elijah turns towards me and his brooding brown eyes latch on to my blue ones. "I do look good is a tight fitting top" He mocked while flaunting his physique. "but woman don't dig a man in heels"

"Yeah, that's why you wouldn't get a woman." I scoff while rolled my eyes

"Two minutes"

I bit my lip excitedly; in return, he gave me a warning full glare. "Stairs takes 4 minutes best, elevator isn't an option, but window takes 3 seconds"

"We are on the 10th floor"

"And?" I yelled over my shoulder as I ran towards the window raised the latch to lift it open and jump out. The wind played with my clothes until an electric chill covers my body.

For a little bit, everything was quiet. Freezing cold liquid seeps into my nose dripping into my mouth, my body begging for a gasp for air.

Between gasps of air Elijah looks over at me in complete confusion. "How did you know it was going to be deep enough?"

"I didn't"