•The Assassin Series•
"Too late as in I already cared about you. Too late as in I got so deep into my fascination of your simple existence that even the mere thought of hurting you, kills me!"
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Sarcastic and Bitchy.
Two great words to...
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Tap. Tap. A groan passes my cracked lips, my fingers slowly wiggling, and my head falls to the side. "Wakey, wakey, Agent." A familiar taunting voice muses and I peel my heavy lids open, my glazed eyes meeting amused brown ones. "Ah! Finally."
My shoulders slump as if they had bricks set on them and the only movement I can manage to do is a slight tapping of my fingers. Water trickles around me and it is then that I notice it is raining. The metal roof lays barely intact, therefore not providing good shelter. "Where am I?" I grumble and roll my eyes around.
"You, Agent 13, are in an abandoned building." I snort lazily as Boss who rounds my body in a dramatic way. He always liked to make a show out of everything. An entrance if you will. "What's so funny, huh?"
A small mocking smile forms on my lips and my eyes flutter shut. "Oh, you know. It's just amusing to watch how you try, again and again, to taunt or scare me." Taking a deep breath, I blow a raspberry and sigh. "But in all honestly, it is just funny. Extremely funny. Laughable."
"You want to know what's really laughable, Alana?" He spits out my name with distaste, his upper lip curling into a sneer. Humming, I tilt my head and creak my eyes open. "The fact that you are right in front of me, tied up, and unable to do anything. I can do whatever I want to you."
The feeling in my body slowly starts to appear once again, a tingling sensation left behind. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck. "I'd like to see you fucking try."
"Oh, I will. And I will succeed and enjoy every second of your agony. Ah, how wonderful it will be to here your painful screams." I laugh softly and shake my head, holding back a wince at my slightly sore throat. "It will only be a little while now." A blade is placed on my cheek and slowly trailed over the faint scar Luca gave me.
"You won't be able to do shit. Not to me." I lean forward and into the blade, letting it pierce my once tan, now pale, skin. "Because I'm Alana fucking Esposito. And you are really brainwashed if you think that I won't be leaving here tonight."
His menacing laughter rings in my ears as he clutches his stomach, his head falling back. I sit here, guilt seeping through my veins at the mere thought of my old devotion to this man. To think that I used to care for this man is disgusting. "You might." He entertains and crouches down in front of me. "But I doubt you will want to."
"And why is that?" I inquire.
"You'll just have to wait and see. Like I said, it will only be a little while now." Nodding my head, I look around the building, my fingers fiddling with the rope. I hold back a hiss when my index finger latches onto something, a small cut forming on the flesh. A smirk threatens to form on my face but I will it to stay at bay.
