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CHAPTER ELEVEN.
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⎾NEW YORK CITY ⏋
SHE DIDN'T KNOW HOW MUCH SHE SLEPT ― OR IF SHE SLEPT IN HER CASE, her senses came back to her slowly, at first she struggled to open her eyes, it was like putting up a fight against a giant. She didn't know why it was hard for her to move, her body felt like it was hit by a truck. She felt like she was in war for hours when finally her eyes snapped open slowly, she quickly shut them because of the blinding light that threatened to make her visionless. The pounding in her head made the want to throw herself from the highest tower high, she attempted to move her limbs but to vain. She decided that if she couldn't move, she could at least throw a look around her; the room was painted a duck-egg blue with white coving, the furniture looked expensive and sleek, the bed she was laying on was so soft, there were greys and blues all around the room. It looked nice but not nice enough to comfort Gigi from her fears, she looked down at her clothes and then realised that she was not wearing the same clothes as before. She looked at the corner of the room to her right and she froze.
Familiar dark eyes glared at her, fear shot through her again and she felt flutters of panic in her stomach, she couldn't run anymore, there was nowhere to go. She couldn't fight him anymore, she had nothing on her, her knives were taken and she couldn't possibly fist fight him no matter how good she was, Billy was a man ― an ex-marine, he and Frank were the best. And fighting him was like walking willingly to your massacre. She looked around the open planned room again, moving her eyes but not her head, she couldn't even tilt it to the side and she ignored why she was feeling so paralyzed. It was just him and her right now, she had no choice but to lay there and look right back at this scary man with handsome looks infront of her. His expression was completely blank and all she could do was wait for what awful things were about to happen next.
She felt like hours were spent like this, him lookin at her and she doing the same. She decided to try and move her legs again, but she was met with the same result. Her eyes then landed on a small bandage on her left arm.
"What did you do to me?" her voice was hoarse like she hasn't spoke for weeks.
Billy who was leaning on the wall, his arms crossed to his chest ― watched her for few seconds before he began walking towards her, she felt the bed dip slowly as he sat beside her. "I drugged you," he answered as he ran his fingers softly across her cheek, his hands trailed down to the bandage on her arm and he removed it slowly. It was only then when she saw the perfusion hanging. "I find you more interesting laying in this bed."
"Billy, please―"
"Was it fun?" he cut her off, grasping her wrist now. "What were you saying in your head at that time? I got him wrapped right around my finger. "
