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Before he came back into the room, I was already out of my chains and now i'm just waiting for the door too open.

Well I can just brake the door open but that would just ruin all the fun in this.

I smirked when I heard footsteps approach and when the door opened, I jumped down from the roof and tackled the person to the ground.

"Ouuff" A girl huffed and I quickly jumped back. "Oh, i'm sorry" I hastily said and reached my hand out to the poor girl, who took it gratefully. "I thought you were somebody else" I continued and she smiled sheepishly. "I was just checking out who was in here since I saw my brother walk out.. I'm just curious- sorry" She blabbered and I grinned widely. "Your brother huh?" She nodded and together we walked out of the room.

More metal doors were lined up against the wall and if you listened very closely, you could almost hear their hard pounding heartbeats and their muffled conversations.

I don't think this girl beside me is so smart I finally decided. I mean, she basically just walked me out of that room like I was a normal person, not just a girl that was held prisoner. Or, she just wanted too help me out but that's a very small change like 0,0001% out of 100% kind of small.

"So what's your name?" I asked her as we continued down the long corridor and the doors just kept lining up. I just think this whole situation is weird because I haven't even seen any guards since we left that room and this girl can't really be that stupid right? Right?!

"Uhm, Stephanie but you can just call me Steph really..." she mumbled and before I could even say pineapple, she was off in a blur of white.

Now i'm really getting creeped out. What have I gotten myself into? I scold myself as I fasten up my pace.

I really need to get out of here but I don't really think that this is my lucky day when a blur of white fly past me and the only thing I can hear is the swooshing sound of the wind in my ears before i'm placed back in a metal chair once again. With of course the one and only, King Romanov.

Okay. Now i'm really starting to get pissed off. What the fuck is actually going on in here? Is this some kind of a mental hospital or what?

"For fucks sake, really?! What is this? Some kind of test?" I groaned as I looked into his icy greens. "No, but as you noticed my sister isn't quite in the right place at the moment but let's not get into that now.." He said strongly and I barely missed the wobble in his voice at the end. What happened with his sister? Now i'm curious again, I'm always curious it seems. "She wasn't even supposed to be here, can't even follow a small order damn it.." he muttered under his breath and I chuckled lightly. "How old is she?" I decided to ask and his head snapped up. "Shut up Evelyn"

He smirked at my surprised facial expression and his long fingers pulled through his thick hair. "Isn't that your name? Evelyn Walsh? The girl who ran away from home? Damn, you were just eight.." He said with a mocking tone. "I wonder how you survived for so long, I mean- look at you. You're maybe around seventeen now? Or eighteen maybe?" He slowly rounded my chair. "That means that you've been alone for..quite awhile now, around nine or ten years?" He murmured in my ear and I tried to ignore the pleasurable shiver that burned deep within me. "And better yet.." He chuckled while his nose skimmed down my neck and my eyes closed unintentionally. "What?" I whispered, afraid of the answer and with his lips barely touching my left shoulder, he murmured the word I never thought I would hear. "Mate, you're my mate"