~Book Two of the Bullet Wound series~
It was now eight forty five and the tanned boy was no where to be seen. The sound of the house phone caused the fuming blonde to whip her body around, yanking the phone off of the receiver.
She answered the phon...
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Seven and Mallory were obsessed with each other. Their time in Amsterdam fully brought out their feelings for each other, and they weren't the only ones who noticed.
They were currently training like they usually did when they weren't on a mission with Mark watching their every movement like a hawk.
Seven pinned Mallory on the ground, putting the curly haired girl on her stomach with her hands behind her back.
The blonde smirked, leaning down to lick the shell of Mallory's ear, causing her to let out a low moan.
Mark watched the exchange in anger. They were not supposed to be acting this way, emotion was something they weren't supposed to have, their procedures were supposed to take care of that.
"довольно!" (Enough!) The girls got out of their current position and quickly stood up straight with emotionless expressions, at their commanders voice.
Mark walked around them as if he was a predator examining his prey and that's exactly what he was doing. He lunged for Mallory, picking her up, throwing her as if she were a rag doll, his movements were quick, but he was caught off guard when he was thrown to the ground.
He looked up in pain and saw Seven standing protectively in front of Mallory. What had his eyes widening in confusion and slight fear was the blood dripping from her nose.
"больше не надо." (No more.) Her voice was hard and somewhat out of body.
Mark looked at her with a sinister expression and before either of the girls realized, it was too late. There was a thick cloud of blue gas flowing in the room quickly.
"что ты сделал?" (What did you do?) Seven's voice was tired as the gas did its job on the two girls. Their bodies slowly weakening as they made it to the floor slowly, trying to stay awake. Mark looked at them with the gas mask he now wore.
He tilted his head in amusement as he watched them pass out. The gas now dissipated out of the room and once it was clear, he walked over to the unconscious girls and bent down, as he pushed some hair out if seven's eyes.
He took the mask off and started to admire her features. "ты не должен был делать этого маленького солдата." (You shouldn't have done that little soldier.) He said with a tut.
~ Seven woke up groggily, with her vision blurry as she tried to assess her surroundings. She looked around slowly and saw that she was in an all white room that had nothing in side, but a large mirror on the left side of the wall.
She turned her head to the door and saw Mark, who had just entered. His body was towering over her as she was on the floor.
She could feel the fear making its way into her bones causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin. He grabbed her by her hair without warning causing her to let a pained yelp. He dragged her to the corner if the room, throwing her down on her stomach, and before she could comprehend, she felt her back ring with pain as he whipped her.
"Ahhh!!" She cried out as lash after lash was sent to her back. She could feel her skin opening as he kept hitting her. Soon there was silence, he stopped his assault.
"If you disobey me again, I'll do much worse." He spoke in English this time, his voice thick and harsh.
She heard him leave the room and she just lied there unmoving in her own blood.
