what he did was a mistake, and he regrets even more after it affected her.
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two years. that was for how long she had spent with him after he kidnapped her.
but he took her by mistake, it wasn't meant to be her, it was meant to be someone else. but his mistake wasn't kidnapping her, his mistake was keeping her.
"what am I supposed to do with this girl? she isn't the one I wanted!" he remembers how his client screamed at his face while he maintained his eyes fixated forward, even with a gun glued to the side of his head, almost as if it was trying to push its way through his skull. "you failed at your job, do you know what that means?" He didn't answer, because he did know. "you don't get paid."
he was slapped, but he regained himself quickly, because pain meant nothing to him.
"get rid of her." he didn't realise how those words were easier said than done when it came to the actual task. he didn't know why.
he was so close to getting rid of her, she still had the blindfold on and she never looked at his face, she never saw who he was, who her kidnapper, that took her by mistake, even looked like.
in the abandoned warehouse they were in, he scanned over her body and came to realise how there were goosebumps on her skin, but she wasn't shaking at all. as he cocked the gun and aimed it towards her head, having its tip brush ghostly against the skin of her forehead, he also came to realise she wasn't trembling.
it didn't come to him as a shock, and he could've right then and there, pushed the trigger, have it all over with. but he didn't. that was his first mistake.
"... aren't you scared?" he whispered, pushing her head back with the gun and having her rock back slightly before gaining back her balance. his brow arches. "you're going to die, you know that right?"
she doesn't answer. after a while, his hand fists her dark hair, and pulling her head back, even then, she didn't let out even a squeak. what was this chick's deal?
"I'm talking to you." he demands, losing his patient. it was a rare case, he never lost his temper with anyone, because usually, he would kill them right away. "
without a single crack in her voice, or even fear present, the female finally spoke, "I thought you'd just kill me right away." and her voice was very soft-sounding. it didn't have any emotion at all attached to it, but it still sounded so nice when he heard it, he wouldn't deny. "I didn't know I was supposed to speak at all, so I just kept quiet until it was all over."
the male had his eyes widen at her words. "... do you want to die?" he had the gun once again pointed towards her head, ready to blow her life away mercilessly.
"I expect to. it's no use living in a rotten world like ours anymore." she forced out a dry laugh to add some sardonic humour to her words. "would you really let me live even after the conversation I heard between you and that man? I doubt so."
he couldn't help but at that moment be fascinated, her words were striking in sense that she described this life rotten. she was willing to give herself up for death, she had not cared at all for her life and this was unlike many of the people he'd had killed before.
whereas they would beg for their freedom, they would promise in return the silence of not saying anything about what had happened, some even attempted continuously to bribe him with their dirty fortune. but the fact that he is there, standing before a female who was not fazed at all, proved that all those people were somewhere other than alive.
