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Chapter 15

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⛔️Warning: This chapter involves sensitive topics that may trigger some certain people, so you've been warn.

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Chapter 15

(Y/n)

The sensation of the rope biting her wrist had made her bitterly soar, for every time she moves a single inch it attacks viciously; it didn't help that the rope was so short. She exhaled hoarsely breaths, and her lips have been parted to make breathing easier. The ounce of strength she had left was put to keep her eyes open; she was too scared of what would happen if she was to close her eyes.

Big Joe wryly scoffed.  "Just stop giving me that glare. You know I am just trying to do my job, (Y/n)."

"Is kidnapping and tying people up your job? How much do you make?" she mocked.

Big Joe stood from his chair, and he slowly sauntered towards her with an ominous smirk. (Y/n) slid back with her head down, causing her hair to flow in front of her stiffened shoulders. Her back reached the wall, and her throat tightened. Big Joe squatted down on one knee before grabbing onto (Y/n)'s chin with his coarse fingers.

"I make enough—" He dryly chuckled. "to buy a person like you."

(Y/n) said nothing, but continued to stare at the floor cautiously. But she didn't know that her lips were trembling until she heard her hum that blurted itself out.

"I don't know what Holden see in you." Big Joe forcefully let go of her chin, and stood back up with a mild grunt. "But I just hope that this night won't be as long. See, I have some workers to pick up tomorrow." He walked back to his chair, and the large gun on his back filled (Y/n)'s pupils.

Her heart started to pound rapidly, as the thoughts of everyone back in camp overflowed her mind like a storm at sea. The thought of her being rescue was slim, and she was scared because of her small chances of escaping. Maybe if she beg hard enough, Big Joe will have some sympathy in him and free her...

Yeah, right.

She narrowed her eyes, and a breath of despair escaped her lips. The wooden floor seemed like it was getting colder, and the amount of light in the room didn't give her the slightest help for better warmth. The small, upper windows emitted orange light into the room, but it did not reach her. Soon, the orange light will hued into a color of dark blue and black.

She was in the room where they'd usually cut weed buds if they were to work, but being tied up and scared shitless seems pretty far fetch from work. It was now spacious than usual because the table and chairs were moved. For her.

The door slowly creaked open, and the sharp sound made (Y/n) jumped. Her heart continued it's rapid beating, and she could feel herself slightly trembling. But she didn't want to let it show; she was sure Holden likes it when she tremble out of fear.

Holden entered the room, and he glanced to the side, at (Y/n). He closed his eyes and smiled, closing the door in the progress of trying to make her feel at ease. He dragged a chair in front of (Y/n), and sat on the wooden seat with his fingers intertwined between his thighs.

"Hey," Holden said.

(Y/n) continued to stare elsewhere, but him.