CasandraClarey
Done with life with nothing left to fight for, Octavia OritΓ©z finally decides to end it. But just before she can go through the act, she finds herself caught up in something dark and very dangerous
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"You're tired." I said more as a statement then a question.
"Yeah I'm fucking tired! And instead of going to sleep I have to be here with a lying bitch who thinks her beauty can get her out of anything." He said it all in a low, cold voice.
He picked his gun up off of the table, cocked it and placed it directly on my forehead. "Not this time princess."
I didn't flinch at his words. I didn't care what he thought of me.
I looked at the wall far behind him. It was beige, or maybe not. Maybe the lighting of the room just made it look beige. I didn't know, didn't really care either.
"So what's it going to be princess? You give me what I want , or I ruin that pretty face by putting a bullet straight through it."
I sigh and moved around in the wooden chair I was tied to in an attempt to get comfortable. Only to end up for uncomfortable then in the start. I huffed.
"Know how you feel, I'm tired too." I whispered more to myself then anyone in the room. I closed my eyes, rested my head at the end of the chair so I was facing the ceiling and the gun was now directly on my throat and waited, it would all be over soon.
After what felt like forever passed and I was still alive, I opened my eyes slowly and glanced at my capturer.
His face held an expression I couldn't quite distinguish. I didn't care to either, I just wanted him to hurry the fuck up.
"Well what the fuck are you waiting for, a fucking invitation?"
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And just like that she'd been pulled back into the world she'd sacrificed so much to get away from.