Prisoner (Will Cipher Fanfiction) ✓

|2| Plan In Action

Song: Normani - Motivation

a/n:

because i love that song so much y'all. :0 deal with it. ;) anyways, there's nothing really too much to say except enjoy the second chapter of Prisoner (WCF) sweethearts ♡

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© Prisoner (Will Cipher Fanfiction)

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C H A P T E R | 2 |

Tara's POV

I jolted awake, frantically looking around the room for any sign of danger.

There was none.

I woke up again, in a cold sweat. I thought I heard noises, but it must just be my imagination is all . . .

I stood up from bed and gagged when I realized I didn't brush my teeth, so I went to do just that. I also forgot to shower, so I'm doing that too, no matter what the time.

I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the water to warm, waiting for it to fill the tub. I decided on a bath, since I needed the soothingly sensation of the warm water crawling up my skin. I watched as the tap was filling the tub with warm comfortable water, just the way I like it.

Finally, I added my fair share of bubbles and dipped myself in slowly, enjoying the feeling of the warm water hitting my bare skin. 

I sighed and rested my head back against the wall, just savoring the moment.

I stayed like that for a couple of minutes, when suddenly the front door started pounding abruptly, making me almost jump out of my skin/flesh. Before I went into my bubble bath, I had checked the time and noticed it was three in the morning. But I didn't give a fuck and just went in there like that.

Now, here's the real question: Who the fuck is at my front door at three in the goddamn morning?

With that question in mind, my heart seemed to stop and accelerated at speed, making a shiver go up my spine at the thought of who it could be.

Housekeeping? No, it's too late. A rapist? Probably, but I'll knee him in the balls before he could even get a finger on me. Hmm . . . A murderer? Oh shit! That's also unfortunately a possibility.

I squirmed under the water, and hesitantly/reluctantly got up, the cold chilly air all around me hitting my naked body, making me shiver from the loss of contact from my warm bubbly water.

I'll kill whoever is at the door. I don't give two flying fucks if it's a housekeeper, rapist or a murderer. They'll pay for making/forcing me to come out of my soothing bath for their stupidity.

I realized I was still sitting in the bath, and it's been about five minutes since the knocking at my door. Maybe, if I stay put, whoever is at the door will go away . . .

No such luck.

Whoever was at the door knocked again, sounding rather impatient and desperate. I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to get out of this one.

Carefully, I wrap the towel around my soaking wet naked body and walk towards the door----well more like tiptoe towards the door. My dumbass isn't going to open it just like that, since one, I'm in a towel, and two, what if it is a rapist or murderer? 'Cause if it's a housekeeper I could easily tell them to go away, no big deal. But if it's the other two . . .