Craving Danger

Chapter Nine: Gun powder and Tongue

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The dark hallways went on forever , 16 doors to be exact . Before we finally stopped at a wide steel door , Armando punched in 6 numbers on the keypad to the left of the door . A loud beep rang through the silence and the door swung open .

holy shit a play room ? 

I glanced at all the toys lining the walls , some of them were long and looked scary and others were small and cute .

I turned towards my Rey and raised a reassuring brow , asking if I could touch .

He nodded with a smile . I ran to the wall and gripped one of the big black pieces in my hand .

Testing the heaviness , my body hummed with excitement . The smooth gun made my wrist ache a bit at the weight .

I smiled bright and turned to point the barrel at Armando but he was already behind me and caught my wrist before I could follow through with my fun .

" Nice try , I seen that coming Princessa "

I looked down at the bullet proof vest strapped to his body and busted out laughing .

" You really think I would shoot you ? " I asked feigning sadness .

" Ah ah Ah don't give me that bullshit , we both know if given the chance you would " he snickered , carefully prying the gun from my fist .

" Come . " He demanded , pulling my to a door with a clear glass window on it . I could see rows of paper targets . I squealed and tugged Armando forward faster.
Pulling the solid door , It swung open .  More guns lined the wall in front of the targets . Armando held me back , chuckling as I tried to rush and grab the first one I could reach .

" Wait baby " He tutted , scanning the wall quickly , He picked out a small black hand piece . Holding it out cautiously to me , I grabbed and walked to the small wooden gray stand .

I picked up the pair of glasses and headphone and placed them on . Armando came up behind me and loaded the 6 bullet clip , he handed the gun to me .

I switched the safety off and brought my other hand up to cradle the gun correctly . My heart beat thumped , from the adrenaline of the gun and the rough hands resting against my hips .

I've shot a gun before . I remember my first time .  My world slowed as I tried to shake the memory coming forward . It was exactly 2 weeks before I met Daniel , 4 days after I left the orphanage .

My feet pumped against the pavement , my calves screamed in pain . The footsteps behind me sounded closer as the gained on me , suddenly I was thrown into the hard concrete ground . The broken beer bottle on the alley floor dug into my arms as I tried to brace myself against the fall .

Four hands gripped my body , pulling at my clothes . My tears soaked my skin as I tried to pry the scream from my throat .

I couldn't . I couldn't make a sound .

My mind started shutting down . As the man to my left began to pull his pants down the clatter of metal had me looking to the side . A gun laid in my eyesight .

I froze , the hands gripped and dug into my skin , getting my thigh pants down to my ankles . A sudden fire lit in me . My tears felt like they instantly dried and my fear vanished . Surging forward I gripped the gun .