𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 ✓ [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄]

✎chapter fourteen × the delafonse dilema

ʟᴀᴢɪᴏ, ɪᴛᴀʟʏ
ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀsɪᴀ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ
ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴍ
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"You know, I never took you for the squeamish type." I hear, as my eyes flutter open.

Sitting up quickly, I realize I've been moved to a chaise.

Angelo stands next to me, his sweatpants sporting a splotch of blood at the knee.

"That guy, what did you do to him?" I ask shakily.

"Not a lot more, after you passed out. He was very keen on talking after getting his chest chewed through." Angelo rubs his knuckles looking back over to the steel door.

"I'm being gracious and giving him a few extra minutes to get his story straight. So far, he's not allied with who I thought. But, he'll tell eventually."

"Angelo, you can't do this. It's cruel, not to mention illegal." I scold, cautiously standing. My stomach is still churning.

"You're not dense, sugar. You should have figured out by now that the law doesn't apply to people like me." Angelo takes a step towards me. "So, don't try to get in my way. Don't try to stop me. I think you'd rather have your parents sent that case of cash they so desperately need, and not a body bag."

I'm silent at his threat and he simply smiles, wordlessly heading back into that torture room.

Standing in shock, I'm jolted back to my senses at the sound of screaming. Tears well in my eyes as I cover my ears and run down the hall towards my room.

At least here it's quiet. Here I can think.

There is no control when you're the one on the strings.

I sit in bed, fiddling with my phone. My stressed fingers immediatly click into my contacts to call my mom, but the call doesn't go through.

No SIM card, the screen reads.

I sigh, knowing someone had to have taken it out. I stretch out on the giant, swans down bed that I can't seem to get comfortable in, and try to go to sleep.

But, the only thing on my mind is the sight of hanging flesh and dripping blood.

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I wake up in a cold sweat, my mind recovering from a nightmare I don't remember.

The sun is barely up, but I don't bother trying to go back to sleep. Instead, I stand up and contemplate whether or not I should leave my room. What will be out there to greet me?

My eyes find their way over to the open drawer in the dresser, now devoid of the gun that was in it.

I shiver, but try to calm myself. I've got almost a half a year left, it's too early to get this shaken up.