"Only the pure hearted can get hurt."- Unknown
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I walk down the quiet hallway heading to the bathroom. It's early in the morning now, the hallway is dark and the only sound that can be heard is the clicking of glass down stairs. It's more quiet now downstairs, the music is no longer playing and there are less people now, the only people that are left are probably the ones who always clean up in the morning. I get inside and close the door behind me. I walk towards the sink and twist open the old tap that looks like it could break any moment, lower my head into the sink and splash the cold water on my face. The tap makes a scorching noise which I'm sure is heard throughout the hallway. I finally close it which is easier. I pull out a long strip of string from the shirt I'm wearing and try to use it to tie my hair up. I hold the string using my teeth and brush my hair up using my hands and take the string tying it around my hair, trying to contain it.
Better.
I take a good look at the person looking at me in the mirror. I look at her eyes. They look so desperate, so tired, so.....haunted.
Those light green eyes that always seem to lure trouble in.....always looking for trouble and her brown pale skin that make her look like an angel that has fallen from heaven. Her small pink lips that look like the colour of a red cherry that has been poisoned and is waiting for its kill. Her long black hair always reminding her of how dark and twisted her heart is. Some may say she doesn't even have a heart.
I'm suddenly sucked back to earth by the sound of the door being opened. I look up to see a blond girl walking in. Her face is stained with cheap make-up, her blond curls are everywhere and she's only in her panties. Her face is flushed and she's wearing a collar that looks a bit too tight. Her brown eyes meet mine and she stands still looking shocked.
"Who are you?" She manages to croak out still standing at the door.
I look at her for a moment, judging her from head to toe and then turn around to look at the mirror again ignoring her. She looks small and weak, she's probably my age if not younger.
"Ooh..." She whispers to herself looking down at her feet.
She enters the bathroom in slow cautious movements and doesn't say another word. I look at her in the mirror as she walks towards the dirty bathtub and takes out something from her waist. She unfolds a piece of paper revealing a white powder.
Cocaine.
She cramps herself in the corner, between the toilet and bathtub making me not see her. I hear her sniff the drug and release a long breath after. She does this not because she wants to but she needs to. It's the only way to keep her going, it makes the pain less and helps her feel good. She's on a rolecoster right now and is steadily rising up, getting higher and higher but once the ride is down again and over it all comes crashing down.
"You don't have a collar." She says her voice sounding far away from here.
I turn around and look at her limp body on the floor. Her knees are against her chest hiding her breasts, her head is hanging low looking at the ground. She looks up in front of her, her eyes seem distant and far away. A single tear falls down her face and she quickly wipes it away. She closes her eyes and lets her head rest against the wall.
I look at her one more time before leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind me. I rest my head on the door and let out a long breath.
You either kill or die Taylor.... choose.
Something in me ignites, it's the type of feeling I get when I'm about to do something bad. I slowly walk towards my room and stop at the door in front of it. The door looks at me as if it's daring me to come in and see what's inside...
This has to be his room.
I touch the handle and slowly twist it, opening the door.
It's locked..
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"Association....." That's interesting.
"Of what exactly?" I ask the male in front of me who's busy collecting the glasses on the table.
"Look...uhhh?He says seeming tired of this conversation.
"It's Hannah." I lie to him.
"Yeah, Hannah. I'm just a waiter here, unless you want something then I would suggest you stop talking to me."
He wipes the table and gets ready to take his leave.
"Okay well what if I did want something." I say lowering my voice so no can here me.
He stops looks around for a second before lowering his head to me.
"I'm listening." He whispers his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
He pulls out a chair next to me and sits down throwing the cloth on his shoulder.
"I'll pay you in cash if you get me a gun."
"Also make a call."
He looks at me intensively as if his weighing his options. One way or another I'm getting out of here and I need to make that phone call. After finding that the room was locked I walked down the stairs to the empty club with a plan in mind. If I was planning on getting out of here I needed a gun and I needed to make a phone call. I sat down at a chair and started looking around the place and the broken beer bottles on the floor and that's when I saw him.
"Deal.."
He takes out his phone from his back pocket and gives it to me.
"But tell me something, what do you need the gun for?"
I look at him for a moment and give him a fake smile.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
He gives me his phone and stands up again taking the tray full of empty glasses with.
"Make it quick." He leaves walking to the kitchen.
I quickly dial the number and the phone starts ringing.
"Marco"
"Taylor. Where have you been?"
"I can't tell you everything now, look I need you to help me. Some guy called Giovanni inserted a chip on my neck and guess what it's a ticking time bomb. I need you to crack it and shut it down."
I hear some paper shuffling and a voice in the background, a woman's voice.
"I'll see what I can do.."
"You better act quick Marco." I say to him, sounding like a threat.
" I found some information about that guy who's after you. He's believed to be a psychopath. Both of his parents were killed by Rob. Now he's after you. He's out for blood and he won't stop you're dead."
I take a moment to grasp all this new information in.
"Do you know his name?"
Everything is suddenly quiet, the shuffling in background has stopped and the person who was talking is quiet.
" His name is Fredrick Tazer but they call him Ford.."
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The sound of laughter fills the room full of men, everyone is talking, cheering, laughing. I follow behind Luca as he makes his way towards the table that's secluded from everyone else. He takes a seat and I follow after him. I notice how his eyes always look around the room every second as if his looking for something, someone. I finally found out that this is a clubhouse, an association of some sort, that waiter guy was persistent on telling me.
We sit down at a secluded area far away from the loud men and the girls which are currently on stage. As soon as we're seated the voices fade away with the music playing in the background. It's in the evening now and the bar is currently full. A women with long blond curls and bright red lipstick walks towards. She's only wearing a bra and panties which makes every guy she walks past look at her. The way she walks in her heels and the way that smile creeps up on her face from the attention she gets, you can tell how experienced she is in this. She comes close and that's when I see her light blue eyes and I also notice she doesn't have a collar.
She's pretty I'll give her that..
I wonder how many cocks she has sucked with those lips...
She comes over and sits down next to Luca. She rests her hand on his shoulder and whispers something to him.
I'm guessing she has wrapped those lips around his cock.
He simply nods his head still keeping his stone cold face on. He's looking down at the table in front of him in a hard stare, those black eyes look lost, distant. She puts her hand on his thigh and this seems to wake him up.
"Know your place Fiona." And with those simple words she slowly takes her hand from him.
"Tell Danny to fuck off , she's with me." As soon as he says that she looks at me with the corner of her eye.
She eyes me, head to toe, judges me. She then gives me a fake smile that doesn't reach her eyes which I don't return. She stands up in a seductive way and Niccolò can't help but stare, she smiles at this.
"Times ticking baby." Those are her last words before walking away from our table.
As soon as she disappears in the crowd his eyes move to mine. He's eye's are so dark and lifeless, once you go in there's no going back. His jaw is a chiseled line, his mouth stretched in a straight line, the colour of his shirt bringing out the harshness to his features in a way. He's like one of those complex artwork, you can never really notice its beauty until you look very closely. I look away from his intense gaze and look at the girl who's currently on stage. It's the girl I met earlier in the bathroom. She looks so free as her body sways around the pole mending with the smooth rhythm of the music. She looks happy, content, high...
I look at her neck to see her wearing that collar again.
"What's the collar for?" I ask him, curious to know.
She's not the only person wearing it, every girl in here has it except for the one that was talking to him earlier. I look at him again to see him looking at me.
"Ownership." He says in his deep dark voice.
And that's when it clicked.
"They're sex slaves..." I whisper more to myself.
"Yes."
"Every person in this club has one."
This seems interesting, so this is some sort of sex club.
"Do you have one?" I hear myself asking.
He smiles, a mocking imitation of one and that smile soon disappears as quickly as it came. The small twitch of his jaw reveals that he's thinking.
"No.."
The way his eyes are looking at me I can't tell if he's lying or not but I'll believe him, for now.
"What about your lady friend, why doesn't she have one?"
He watches me coldly his expression revealing nothing. This is the most he has ever spoken to me, maybe I'm pushing it by asking many questions.
"Cause everyone knows she's with the boss."
But she doesn't seem to know.
He pulls out a cigarette and lights it on using his lighter. He takes in a long drag of his cigarette and puffs it out. He stretches his hands along the chair and looks at me again with a mysterious glint in his eyes.
"She doesn't seem to like you." He says with his eyebrows creased.
"I noticed."
After that we remain quiet but his eyes don't falter away from me. A waiter comes to our table with food which he places on the table and quickly leaves as he arrived.
"Eat." One single command from his mouth that has to be followed.
I don't trust him and by the way he's looking at me he knows that but I choose to ignore my conscious and listen to that one small little voice.
I eat it..
He just sits there and looks at every movement I make, seeming infatuated by the way I pick up a spoon and chew my food. The way his jaw twitches tells me his thinking again.
"How'd you learn how to shoot?" His question hangs in the air in suspense like the girl who's currently hanging on the pole on stage.
I stop eating and look at him, thinking about whether I should tell him or not.
"Robert taught me."
I still remember her soft cries, Sarah....