Psychotic Love

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hapter Two
Weathers - Happy Pills

His hand gathered up onto my brown hair, putting it into a tight ball in his palm. Gripping it tightly to cause a whimper of pain to run out of me.

I was no longer facing towards the cracked door, where I was eavesdropping on Thomas telephone call with his boss, the owner of the house. And was now pushed up against the man's hard chest and was facing the man he called 'Antonly' and he was quite a view if you had to ask me.

Even with the pain pulsing through my skull, I couldn't ignore Antonly handsome looks.

I first noticed the man face. The most striking features upon him. He had round eyes that were a shade of brown- Resembling dark chocolate. His short-styled up hair was the same exact colour as his eyes. His brown hair travelled down to the very tip of his chin, creating an extending goatee. Not many men could pull the extended goatee yet, he could.

Very nice.

At that point. Finishing my overlook of his face, I viewed his body. He had broad shoulders and averagely manufactured body and he was tall, exceptionally tall. On the off chance that I needed to gauge, I would state he was around 6'3. His tallness and constructed looked considerably greater with the suit he wore.

"I can see that Ioann" Antonly also had an English accent. Same as Thomas yet, Thomas accent had a positive, welcoming feeling to it, while he was emotionless. It was terrifying as I didn't want to admit.

while he talked, the man behind me, gripped my hair harder. "What do you think we should with the tiny brunette?" My eyes widen with fear from his choice of words and from the pull of my hair by Ioann. He liked my hair very much as I can see.

The man behind me- Ioanna mouth went close to my ear, closer than before. From his close distance, I could see a small string of ginger hair fall in my peripheral view. The man behind me was a ginger "Let me think" I could sense a smirk on the stranger's face from the way he spoke "We could take her to the basement, where the boss can meet her, yet that would mean stressing boss out even more and we don't want to do that to him" he paused.

I felt something cold and sharp hit the bottom of my back. He held a knife to my stilled body. It began to rise, gliding up my spine until it met the end.

"or we could take the matter into our own hands, right now" and I thought Antonly emotionless expression was terrifying. I could hear the slight humour in Ioann somewhat serious Australian tone yet, it still shocked me. I couldn't decide what was most frightening at the moment.

Antonly lips tilted upwards slightly. Almost creating a smile "You're right. You know how crazy the boss gets when he is disturbed by easy problems that we could solve on our own"

I needed to think. I wasn't planning to die in this house that was just expected to be a brief stay and I wasn't intending to pass on with my memory wiped and musings of my past gone. That wasn't going to happen.

I had no weapons on me and the man behind me did and I would bid my life on that Antonly had a weapon or two on him also. I couldn't find anything by just staring at him yet, that didn't mean there wasn't anything underneath

And to make matters worse, it was two against one.

It sounded unfair to me.

"Miss Ivy, I would like to show you to a- " Thomas slipped out the door in mid-position looking at the three of us in the widest of eyes. The gun he was once holding was still in the palm of his hand and he was holding it very tightly with fear, possibly