Devil in Disguise

Chapter 2

Afterward, I started looking at the video to take my mind off of what had just taken place, not nearly calm enough to drive myself back yet. Phichit and I had filmed informative clips over a week ago and had already polished them up, our project consisted simply of the interview and a quick response and reaction to the information provided.

I didn't glance at my phone until it started to vibrate, the time appearing on the lock screen above Phichit's name a startling five hours later than the last time I checked. I glanced at the progress on the new footage that I'd made, mildly content with the extent of it before I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Yuri. So how'd it go?"

I frown. "Shouldn't you be on a plane?"

There was a pause before Phichit answered. "Well, yeah but I'm stuck in L.A. for the next hour or so. How'd the interview go?" He asks with excitement evident in his voice. "I bet you did amazing,"

"First of all, what is wrong with you? You didn't even warn me about your weird questions. You made me-"

"Wait, but what did he say?"

"About what?"

Phichit huffed. "How did he answer the questions? Did he at all? Did you even ask them?"

"You're just going to have to wait and find that out for yourself when you get back," I answer blankly. There was no way I was going to give him the satisfaction of that answer.

"You're no fun," he sighs. "Well, I gotta go. I'll talk to you again when I land."

"I thought you had to wait for an hour," He hung up before I had a chance to finish my

sentence. I look down at my phone, casting it the glare I wish I could send him instead.

I jump at the sound of someone knocking on the door, my phone clattering down onto the keyboard of my laptop. I watched as the window I had opened closed along with all the work I'd done. I hadn't pressed save in at least an hour. My soul leaves my body as I slowly close my laptop and pull myself away from my makeshift workstation to walk towards the door. Who on earth would be at my door? It shouldn't be house cleaning. It was too late for that, and I hadn't checked out of the place yet.

I open the door warily, a blossom of worry flowering in my chest at the sight of the men from earlier, Viktor's security.

"Yuri Katsuki you need to come with us."

"Why?" I ask nervously, narrowing how open the door was by a fraction, ready to slam it shut in a second.

"Because your presence has been requested," One says. I swallow as one steps closer to put a hand on the door, making sure I couldn't shut it. "Immediately,"

I nod in acknowledgment but don't make any effort to follow. I flinch away when one reaches for me, grabbing me by the shoulder and dragging me out of the room. "Don't touch me," I twist away from the hand.

I yelp when I'm grabbed, the world rushing past before I narrowly avoid getting my nose smashed into one of the men's back as I was thrown over a shoulder.

I'm going to die, aren't I? This is where I die, they're going to take me and I'll never see the light of day again. I can't cry, don't cry. You need to call for help, don't cry, please don't cry. Why am I not doing anything? I'm as useful as a sack of potatoes.

I'm having trouble breathing as the ground starts to move past, I can't force myself to speak, nothing will come out of my mouth even though I want to shout.