Lace

4

Chapter four. Unedited( just like the rest of the book)

"Let's make a deal." He said.

It sounded simple enough, but the moment his eyes shined with a glint of darkness I knew otherwise.

Whatever it was, I'd do it. I needed to survive.

I was long past the stage of living. It was no longer an option for me, I learned it the hard way. Right now, my goal is to survive. Only long enough to save him. He's still alive, waiting for me. I just know it.

The men who took him, no- dragged him away while he howled and cried for the first time, were monsters. But nobody can just kill another. Other than it being completely inhumane, how could they live with the guilt.

And why else would they have let me go, especially after seeing their faces.
They knew that I couldn't go to the cops, I had a name for myself there.

They wanted to me see their faces, so I knew where to find them... i hope.

Blue eyes undid my gag, and for the first time in three days, I stood up.

I stumbled at first, but too my surprise, blue eyes helped me. He guided me through the door that I've been longing to exit, and up a flight of brick stairs.

At the top of the stairs, a small passage lead to a hall which lead to a doof. Just like everywhere else, it was dustsly and gloomy. Blue eyes reached his arm out to the side of the door and pressed his palm against a pad. It was silent. No bright lights scanning his hand and no beeping noises, yet the door still opened to one of the most beautiful pictures I've ever layed eyes on.

On the inside, I was an artist and this beautiful sketch made my work seem like child's play.

I hardly had time to look over it as blue eyes pushed my down the hall. My bare feet was in heaven against the soft, plush carpeted floor.
The walls were a soft peach color they were barren, with the exception of a few doors loitering here and there.

"Don't do anything stupid." He said suddenly, as we approach a grand, crafted door. "Just do what he says. Don't question it. "

And suddenly we were in a room. It looked like a dining room, complete with the large table, and beautiful wooden chairs. It was something I've only seen in pictures.

The floor was no longer carpet, but instead a homely, oak. The table was cleanly handcrafted, the walls were decorated with large windows and framed mirrors, and the iconic master  
chandelier handing above the table.

Grey eyes sat at the head, with a man directly across me. He looked like me, not in his physical features, but his state of appearance.

Dirty skin, ripped shirt and swollen scars gracing his body. He was a captive too. He didn't turn to see who had come when the door opened, just flinched and kept his head down.

Grey eyes on the other hand, glared with no shame as his eyes studied blue eyes and I. His eyes were fixed on the hand draped around my shoulder for support.

"Soren, take a seat will you, next to Tommy over here. Let the girl sit here." His words were tight, and his graze, ice cold.

Soren nodded before giving me a slight push in the direction of his friend.

When I turned back, he was already seated and gave me a reminding look.

Just do what he says.

So I did. I limped past atleast 10 chairs before stopping two chairs away from grey eyes.

He raised a brow, but allowed didn't say anything when I seated myself away from him. I kept my gaze down, as an attempt not to look put the window infront of me.