Sapphire: Chapter 2

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Just some minor changes on the grammar and spelling, please ignore.

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"What kind of bullshit is this?" Andrew stares at me, wide eyes. He then turns his attention to Dylan, who still has his grip on my arms. "Well?"

"I don't know too" Was all Dylan said. "Just as shocked as you are."

"Get her back to her room! Tie her and make sure she can't get out! NOW!" Andrew screams and Dylan nods before harshly pulling me to follow him out of the room. "-and don't forget to call that tinker-bell-looking-lady! I need her here."

"Got it, boss!" Dylan lazily replies before we exit the room.

"Is this the only thing you do? Literally just be a puppy and follow his orders?"

"Shut it! I don't have time for your shit!" He snaps at me. After that, we were quiet the entire time he dragged me to the room he locks me up in, except for the occasional whining here and there coming from me.

He pushes the door open and pulls me to the bed, locking my wrists on the head of the bed. He pulls out his phone and types something before placing it on his ear.

"Wesker, Andrew needs to see you"

What? "Wesker?" I voiced out my thought. I heard that name before, but I'm not sure if it was from Chris or Jill. Dylan's eyes snap to me.

"...he just told me to tell you to come here." And with that, he ends the call.

"Hey, that person you were talking to, what's their name?" I ask. I swear I heard that name somewhere.

He raises a brow at me as he says, "Why?"

"Uhm... nothing. Nevermind" I doubt he's even going to tell me who it was anyway.

He opened his mouth to say something but someone knocks on the door, cutting him off. "It's open!" Dylan yells out.

A blond man steps in the room, his hair neatly gelled back. He's tall, dressed in a suit with two buttons open.

"Mr. Fabron, you must be lost. Andrew's office is downstairs."

"Oh, no. Andrew and I had a little chit-chat yesterday--told me that he was taking care of something... or someone. My curiosity got the best of me and I went to see what it was. It must be you, hm? What is your name?" His accent was thick; French to be exact.

I don't like him, something about this one gives me a bad vibe. What's new though? Everyone in this house gives off bad vibes.

"...Sapphire." I hesitantly replied, scooting away from him.

"Well, well, look at you." He walks towards the bed and holds my jaw with his hand, turning it side to side as he spoke up, "Such lovely eyes you have Sapphire, such a pretty face, too! She is really something, oui?" He turns to Dylan with a chuckle.

"...I guess so." Dylan replied vaguely, but his jaw was clenched. I tried to pull away from him but his grasp on my jaw got tighter it was starting to hurt. He could probably tell that I was hurting so he pulled his hand off me. "My apologies, wouldn't want to bruise that pretty face now, do we?"

"Is there a reason why you came here, Mr. Fabron?" Dylan asked in a kind tone. From the looks of it, he was slowly losing his patience but he was doing his best not to. Weird. Maybe he doesn't like the guy. "Aside from her."

"Yes, I came here to check on the berserkers I need for a lab facility somewhere. Your boss makes the best of those."

"The berserkers you ordered are still on-process, we'll have them delivered to you as soon as possible."

"Good! Good! Well, I'll get going now. And I hope I see you again, Sapphire." He looks at me with a dark glint on his eyes.

Ew.

'Mr. Fabron' walks out of the room without uttering a single word to Dylan.

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A/N:

How's everyone doing so far? Good? I hope so.

--daniii