TRAPPED

TWENTY NINE

AUTHER'S POV;

After salvator's message violates shaken and couldn't speak without stuttering, after their party at the club violate and j break into her house, 

Violate had another job: she needed to convince J to let her go to the office  next day. J refuses to let her  go because of what happened at the club. Violate asked many times, making sad faces, until J agreed.

j was sleeping by violates side but violates mind was running marathon of thoughts what could possibly happen tomorrow at the penthouse, will she make out of the penthouse alive?

what could her chief will do for un harm lie?

what possibly will he do after taking what precious was to her, her sanity ?

after the conversation he had with Raphael he was a little easy with her but now he is  not there to save her from salvator.. not that he will listen to anyone but Raphael was the only one who can knock some sense in him. 

she woke up by morning sunlight hitting her skin making her groan in sleep as she rub her eyes to check the clock as the usually thing for violate, the sharp pain hit her head as the last night memory hit her. 

the club,, ray talking,, almost finding out the truth,, those dark eyes staring, message,,

Her eyes started to water as she thought about the message and going to the penthouse. A quiet cry slipped from her lips, and she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand. She then began preparing herself for what felt like impending trouble, knowing that a difficult situation awaited her.

its almost time for her leave to the address which was on her inbox, 

It was a different address than usual, and she'd never been to this part of the city before. The buildings here were tall and fancy, reaching almost to the sky. After an hour of driving, she arrived at the penthouse. It was clear that a lot of money was spent on it. It looked like a castle, but darker. The area was quiet, which made Violate's heart race with the possibilities of what could happen. The place was beautiful but also scary as hell. If something happened to her here, nobody might notice for a long time.

She unlocked the entrance with the code she had and approached the door. Before she could knock, it swung open, revealing a guard who greeted her with a curt nod. She nodded back without a smile, knowing that not greeting would be considered rude. Without saying a word, the guard gestured towards the west side of the house. Violate's heart raced as she followed the gesture and came to a stop in front of a massive door, feeling scared to death.

She visibly gulped at the door, fighting back the tears threatening to roll down her cheek. With trembling hands, she raised her fist to knock when a harsh voice cut through the air, commanding her to come in. Violate flinched at the harshness but knew she had to enter.

She was trembling with fear when Salvator addressed her by name in an angry tone. She stood frozen as she entered the dark room, devoid of natural light except for a few red lights casting an eerie glow. Salvator sat in a large chair, a glass of whisky in his hand, twirling it as he raised an eyebrow at her dressing appearance and shaking legs.

Her eyes were red from lack of sleep as she paced the room, consumed by thoughts of him. She didn't bother to spend time getting ready or trying to look presentable. Instead, she wore a pair of blue jeans, a tank top, and a loose sweatshirt. Her hair was messy but still managed to fall gracefully over her shoulders. Despite the disheveled appearance, she still looked good, though not exactly pleasant.

"Sit down, Violate," his harsh voice broke the silence, and she hurriedly took a seat on the couch, not wanting to upset him further by ignoring his order. The room was scary to her, and she focused on her breathing to calm herself in the darkness. Her breath caught, and her mind raced with terrifying thoughts, imagining the worst outcomes, including her own murder by gun or something even worse.

 breath and eat,'' violate looked at him and the couple of bags which she haven't notice before due to fear . she took the bag with confused.

why he is saying to eat....

She finished the burger with small bites, her throat feeling dry from the unnecessary thoughts swirling in her mind. But she pushed those thoughts away with sips of water.

Salvator noticed her trembling and smirked as he enjoyed the sight, sipping his whisky. He knew she hadn't eaten anything out of fear, and he understood that what he was about to do to her would require energy.

"What did you do to be scared, Violate?" His demanding tone made her flinch, but she couldn't bring herself to look in his direction or answer him. She knew she had to respond, or he would only grow angrier, perhaps even resorting to violence.

"I... I lied," her voice came out meekly, trembling with fear. It was just loud enough for him to hear.

"What did you lie about?" he asked sarcastically, enjoying the fear in her watery eyes. He knew the answer, but he relished playing with her, savoring the trembling of her lips. He was enthralled by the fear he had instilled in her, possessed by the sound of her voice and her trembling.

"I lied about being sick because of my period and went to the club," she stuttered, her voice trembling with fear. When she saw his eyes grow dark at her answer, she recoiled, shrinking back as he stood before her, towering over her menacingly.

"If you weren't bleeding yesterday, you'll bleed today," his breath brushed against her lips, his tone demanding.

"Are you going to hurt me?" she asked meekly, her eyes fixed on his face, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"There will be consequences for dishonesty," he said, smirking at her with a sinister plan forming in his mind.