Beautifully Merciless

2. Who are you?

I woke up in mostly darkness and there was only one light coming from the ceiling, which produced a dim white glow, pointing directly on me.

I was kneeling down and my back was slouched over my thighs. I moved around a bit, noticing the rope restricting my movement; allowing me to come to realize the duct tape around my mouth, and hands tied behind my back. I let out a muffled scream, my fear-filled eyes desperately scanning my surroundings, hoping to find a way out. My heart was racing, I could hear it in the dead silence and I started to choke on my tears. As I looked around, I slowly, but surely came to realize the events leading up to this.

I couldn't stop my body from shaking, and my teary sobs echoed loudly throughout the room.

I could hear footsteps approaching closer in a tap-tap staccato rhythm and my immediate reaction was to close my eyes again, pretending to be asleep.

The tapping stopped right in front of my head.

I shut my eyes even more tightly, gulping hard.

He roughly gripped onto my hair, lifting my head up.

"I know you're awake. Stop pretending." he grimaced.

With one of his hands still tightly gripping my hair, the other slowly lifted its way towards my face and gradually ripped the duct tape off my mouth, creating a wax-like feeling around my cheeks and lips.

I averted my eyes directly at him and he tilted his head, allowing the dim white light to appear on his face, tracing his features.

This guy was undeniably attractive.

As I was staring he suddenly jerked his head to move his hair; it caught the light and the gleam from it nearly blinded me.

I noticed on his left eye, he had a mix of purple and blues around, stopping at the top of his eyebrow to a quarter way down his cheek.

He must've been the man I threw the carrot at.

He noticed I was staring at his bruised eye.

"Never thought a carrot would bruise my eye." he said, and a smirk crept up on his face.

"What the hell am I doing here and the fuck do you want with me?" I said, shaky and defenseless.

The man ignored my question and seemed to speak to someone else.

"Boss, she's awake," he said, letting go of the tight grip he had on my hair, letting my head immediately droop down.

Out of nowhere, a tall figure entered the room, and his footsteps were approaching me. I could tell he was standing right in front of me.
His silhouette completely towered over me, casting a dark shadow onto the floor, making the room even darker.

My head slowly lifted to see who this tall man was.

And who stood before me was a sexy, handsome looking man.

Basically, everything you wanted to have a guy to look like. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks.

I guess he must be used to that - the sudden pause in a person's natural facial expression when they looked his way, followed by a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile.