Modella

Chapter Twenty Three Another Attempt Another Dead Body

I didnt know what time it was when I heard the door unlock and slowly open. I shut my eyes quickly and remained still, I had been laying on my back staring at the ceiling a moment ago, uselessly trying to will myself into tiredness.

But when footsteps faded from the doorway. I opened my eyes and looked at the open door at the end of the room. I could hear Dominik out in the living room he turned on the radio and I could hear metal clanking against metal and heavy breathing. After a considerable amount of time curiosity led me to the hallway. Dominik was bench pressing some weights and listening to unfamiliar rock music.

I watched him for a few minutes. He was beginning to sweat and his muscles rippled as he breathed and pushed the bar.

He placed the bar on the stand and got up breathing heavily and wiping his face with a small towel. He looked over to me.

"Sleep well?" He asked me. I walked out of the darkness and to the couch.

"Not really." I answered honestly.

"Now that the sleep incantation is gone you will fall back into your old sleeping habits." He noted as I stared back at him my wide eyes determined to look at his face and not glance down to look at his various tattoos.

"Whats a sleep incantation? Is that what Junichero did to me last night?"

"It was removed last night. The Boss placed it on you when you were reading at school." I tried to think back to all the times I read at school. Literally everyday since seventh grade?

Dominik sat down next to me, as he did so I inched a little further in the opposite direction from him. My body going stiff.

"What is something you like to eat?" He asked me, the thought of food made my stomach tighten.

"You planning another trip to the strip club for breakfast?" I asked the tone in my voice slightly rude.

"I have a job you cannot come with me to. I'll leave you with food and you know how to work a remote..." His hand held out the remote for me, large veins protruding from his skin and running from his arms to his knuckles. I looked back up at him before slowly grabbing the remote from him.

"I'll be back later this evening." He said as he rose from the couch. "Im going to shower..." He told me, he looked back at me a hint of flirtation in his eyes as he watched me to see what my reaction would be.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed at the same time. I clicked the ON on the remote for the TV and ignored him completely as I began surfing the channels. Once he left the room and I heard the shower head turn on in the bathroom, I noiselessly got up from the couch and went to the bench. As I undid the clips at one end and took the smallest weight off, the metal made a soft scraping noise for a fraction of a second. I hesistated and looked over my shoulder, I turned around and quietly walked toward the hall.

The weight read ten pounds and I had to use both hands to carry it. I was sure that if I caught him off guard and hit him over the top of the head with it at least once I could figure out a way out of here.

I tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom door that was left cracked open. Steam was slowly seeping from the crack and door frame.

I pushed open the door lightly and felt the hot humidity from the room. The clothes he had been wearing were in a tossed lump near the sink. As I made my way to the shower curtain my heart was racing so fast that I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to do it. I took a deep breath and before I could lose the rest of my nerve ripped the curtain to the right and immediately began to strike in front of me with the weight.

It took me just a few seconds longer than I would like to admit that I was just attacking air and water coming from the shower head. I turned around now wet and embarrassed, there in the doorway with crossed arms and only wearing a towel around his waist stood Dominik.

He watched me intently before stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. That small action made my mouth go dry and my stomach felt uneasy with fear.

He was close to me and he grabbed the weight from me. I tried to hold on tightly to it but his hands were larger and he was stronger and it was out of my hands within a moment. He was close to me. His skin glistened even though he had not showered yet.

"I keep urging you to trust me, but unfortunately I can't trust you." His voice low but irritated.

My eyes wide I opened my mouth but I didn't know what to say I was scared but also unsure of what the consequences are for another failed attempt of trying to seriously injure him.

He leaned in closer and he looked into my eyes and I stood there motionless. One of his hands reached around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Even though the room was filled with hot steam from the shower I could still feel his hot breath on my lips as he looked down at me. He licked his lips his tongue only being a hair away from my own.

He dropped the weight to the ground and picked me up suddenly. He kicked the door open from the bathroom and turned left to the room with the bed. He tossed me to the bed and turned on his heel for the door, his towel had fallen off at some point. His muscular back and tight butt had tattoos all over that matched the dark collage all over his arms and neck. They quickly made their escape from the room.

"I'll be back later this evening." He said as he shut the door and locked it. I sat on the bed my mouth hung open. Relief and confusion clouded my mind. But it was quickly interrupted by anger. He was locking me in this room till this evening? I had no idea what time it was but I was sure it was early in the morning at the moment.

After what I would guess to be twenty minutes I heard him leave.

I dont know how much time passed, probably hours. I spent most of the time trying to call out to Ashlee but I never was successful at reaching her, I started to wonder if she was doing some spell to reach out to me each time. I heard the front door open and slam shut. I rose from the bed and stared at the door to the room.

I heard someone out in the kitchen opening and closing the fridge and then the television turned on.

"Dominik?" I yelled. I listened and heard a belching noise and then the heavy foot steps of someone making thier way to the room. I stepped off the bed and peered at the door. When it opened Felix stood with a dark colored bottle in his hand and a bitten into slice of pizza in the other. The room filled with the smell of the cheesy bread goodness. I watched the pizza slice go towards his awaiting mouth and felt mine water.

"You hungry boy?" He asked before turning down the hall. "Theres more, get some before I eat it all." He called. I don't think I ever walked as quickly to the kitchen. The smell becoming stronger as I opened the pizza box on the kitchen counter. Felix was sitting on the couch, watching some sort of action movie.

I ate the first piece too quickly but I felt like I hadn't eaten days. As I brought the second slice to my lips there was a knock at the door. Felix rose from the couch with a sigh as he chugged the last of the liquid from the bottle.

He peered at the small screen next to the door and said something in a different language that I was sure was a curse of some sort. He opened the door up wide enough for him to peer out and talk to the mystery stranger.

"Dom's not here." He said in a short tone.

"Where is he?" Came a females reply. Her voice irritated, authoritive, and familiar.

"Why don't you call him and ask him?" Felix asked her. He began to shut the door when he stopped suddenly and went still. I put down the pizza slice and looked to the door trying to see past his large frame.

Felix fell backwards his face covered in what looked like black mold that was spreading from his face to the rest of his body and began wrapping around him like a catapillars cacoon. Stassi stood in the doorway with two figures behind her.

They briskly walked in as if they didn't just kill Felix.