Bloody Bullet (rewrite)

5

You waited for Varona outside of your room. You found a way to 'lock' your apartment room/office. Though, not very securely, a knife can easily cut through it.

You didn't regret buying the latest model from Cherry Corp, you love how you could play the game Worm on it and use it for your tasks.

"My love?" You raised your head up to see Varona ascending the stairs. You turned your phone off and slid it back into your pants pocket.

You stared at him as he oogle at your 'lock'.

It's just layer after layer of duct tape, attaching the door to the frame like some sort of velvet spider web. It'll be a pain to peel them off, but a breeze to slice it open.

Varona turned his head to you and smiled sweetly.

"Oh darling, there is nothing to worry about. We'll make sure no one comes in, okay?" He gave you a soft kiss on your forehead. You half heartedly nodded.

"Where are you going now?" He hugged you and gently swayed side to side.

"Do you know how to drive?" You asked him.

"Yes, why?"

"Can you give me a lift?"

—

"(Y/n), are you sure this is the place you want to go?" Varona asked, concern was swirling in his light blue eyes.

"If I'm not out in fifteen minutes, call the police... or your 'friends'." You pulled on the door handle only to find that it's locked.

"No, I'm not letting you—"

"You placed a small microphone on me. You could easily hear my conversations with anyone and put a stop when I'm going into the direction that Windmill doesn't like. I don't see the problem here." You replied. Varona frowned.

"My love, I-I just don't want to see you get hurt—"

"You are here to make sure I don't get the wrong piece of information. You're not here to ensure my safety. Please unlock the door." You added.

Varona frowned, his job is also to take care of you. Avenell told him to bring you back in one piece, no bruises, no cuts, no injuries. However, if he tell you this, you're going to interrogate him again. He doesn't want that because you'll hurt him emotionally.

"I-I love you! Please don't—"

"You can come along." That shut him up immediately.

He sighed and unlocked the doors before getting down.

You dusted yourself up and fished out the notepad and your pen. You grumbled as you clicked it.

Hopefully the meatheads in there would still remember you and not plummel your face until it's like ground beef.

You gulped as you near it's entrance, there are no signboards. The only thing that gives out it's identity is the words "NO PUSSIES ALLOWED" crudely scrawled on the worn down green door with a black marker pen.

It sets Varona on edge. You're used to the sight.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door twice before turning the knob and pushing the door open, revealing many injured bodies on the ground. Most of which are bleeding profusely, there are also no discrimination in gender.