𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

~Chapter Two~

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With a sharp inhale, I awoke from my slumber. A cloth tightly wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, kept me from taking in my new surroundings.

Where am I?...

"Hello?"

With no response, I tried to trace back my thoughts on how I ended up in this situation.

I had fallen asleep on my couch when I woke up to a loud crash from the kitchen. Then I hid behind my couch, out of view from the area where the noise came. The intruder walked into another room, and I thought I was safe enough to reach for my phone to call the police, only to find it dead. I looked around for an idea on how to escape without getting caught. I had stood up and dropped the remote control, which had been sitting on my lap. It caused a big noise, and the intruder came rushing into the room. He tackled me, and I tried to fight back, but was unable to as he put some sort of cloth on my face.

Now I'm here.

I gulped as the sound of a door jarring open grabbed my attention. "Who's there?!" I cried out for an answer. The hairs on the back of my neck stood as I perceived approaching footsteps.

"So, you're awake." A familiar voice uttered.

"Where am I and what do you want from me?!"

The man dissolved into laughter, "Calm yourself, princess, I just need to ask you a few questions," his tone playful.

All of this doesn't make sense. There's not a single interesting thing about me. So, just what questions would he possibly need to ask?

"What do you want to know?" He stood still; the silence was loud enough to hear the faint sound of water dripping from a pipe.

"Your name is Y/N L/N, right?" I paused, my breath hitching, before confirming his suspicions, "Correct."

Footsteps approached me as stealthily as a lion would with its prey. The blindfold was practically ripped off my face as I was staring eye to eye with the same strange guy who walked into the library yesterday. My expression altered in uncertainty, then into disbelief.

"So, it's you."

Ignoring my comment, he got straight to the point.
"Are you familiar with the name John?"
My face twisted in disgust. "You know... the one who murdered your father." I bared my gritted teeth; amusement flashed deep in his gaze.

"I'll take that as a yes," he hummed.

He ran his fingers through his auburn locks  with a sigh. I viewed his features through the little light, illuminated with just the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.

He possessed a defined jawline and a dainty nose. Realizing that he didn't have his mouth guard on, my stare shifted over to a hole on the left side of his cheek. My eyes narrowed. I wonder how that happened.

I snapped back into reality and bore my E/C eyes back to his. My tongue ran over my chapped lips. I drew in a breath, "What about him?" I sneered, hinting that I didn't like the topic at hand.

"He's someone who knows too much about us." My brows furrowed, "Who's 'us'?" His lips curled into a smirk. "That's none of your business, sweetheart." Sniggering, he tilted his head to the side and shrugged his shoulders mockingly. I rolled my eyes at the pet name. "Get to the point, then."

A wooden chair screeched as he dragged it from across the room. He sat it about a foot away from of me. I meddled with the rope, which kept my hands tied together.

He placed himself on the chair and leaned closer to me. His minty breath was just inches away from mine. A shiver ran down my spine as his hazel eyes stared deep into mine. His soft-looking lips curled into a smirk.

"You see, John, he knows just a little bit too much about us, and he works with special enforcement, making it harder for us to just kill him off."
I stilled in my seat at the mention of murder. "And what do you think I can do with this information?"

"Help in his killing," He spoke straightforwardly.
"What makes you think I'll ever help with murder?!" I spat with venom dripping off every word. His eye's darkened with malice as he stood from his seat to slap me. "Don't yell at me unless you want to be killed." His mind filled to the brim with the image of choking me till my eyes popped out of their sockets, blood gushing out of them the harder he squeezed.

The image dissolved after he forcefully pulled himself out of his sick fantasy, I glared daggers into his very being. My cheek stung after the harsh contact with his palm. "He did kill your father, did he not? You can get revenge on John by helping in his murder." his tone changed from being harsh to calm, in a flash.

I didn't stop in my tracks to question how exactly he knew about my father's death. Instead, my glare softened. He did have a point. I would love to get back at the person who killed my dad. I don't care if I go to jail or not. He needs to die at my hands.

"Okay."

His eyes gleamed in delight, and if I weren't the one being kidnapped, I would have said that it was kinda cute.

"That's great to hear, but I still can't trust you enough yet to let you be free from ropes," I exhaled deeply, nodding my head in understanding. "At least untie me from this chair," I whined. "Fine," he said, and untied me from the old wooden chair. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I rubbed my aching arms that got a friction burn. "There's a bed in the corner for you to sleep on. I'm going to let you stay in this room without a rope around your wrists, but I'm going to lock the door, so don't even think about escaping." I rolled my eyes and nodded my head reluctantly.

"Tomorrow, we are going to do a mission to see how many cameras are around the facility and how many guards are surrounding it. Then we return here, and I give the intel to the operator."

"Okay... who's the operator?"
"You ask a lot of questions."

I pressed my hand into my waist impatiently, "Just tell me!"

"You'll find out soon enough, princess." He gripped the golden door handle, preparing to make his exit.

I walked over to the mattress on the floor and sat on it. "You never told me your name, you know."
"Just call me Toby."
I analyzed my painted nails, which were growing grime underneath them. "Okay, Toby, when will I be able to take a shower?"
"Soon,"
I'm praying to god that he's not going to keep me in here longer than I need to... this room is filthy. Not to mention the mattress I will have to SLEEP on. My face wrinkled into an expression that looked like I had just smelled an old rotting corpse.

Gross.

I sprawled out on the old, yellowing mattress, my eyes closed shut.

I don't know where I am. Looking around, only darkness. Then I heard a whimper, "I'M SORRY... IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO. CAN'T YOU JUST GET OVER IT?!" My gaze shifted downward. It's a man. I can't see his features as it's a blur, but I just know. I tried to speak, but to no avail. Whenever I tried to let out a word, no sound escaped my lips. Then I realized what I was doing. I have a knife? What am I going to do with that-Before I could finish my thought, the knife in my hand came rushing at him, blood splattered everywhere. I'm covered in it. He's covered in it. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. The knife came rushing at him once again. And again. And again. And again. Again. Silence. He's dead. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Well, that was deep. Anyways... Let me know if I made any grammatical mistakes, as I wrote this around 4 am.
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