ght like a feather. Light like air, almost. I could sink

ght I could trust; other than him

g under me makes me shoot my eyes open. Sitting up,

lows. Touching my forehead, I winced as I felt

n digging a hole of dirt. It stained under my chipped nails and impr

plain, but it was still a room. It had a bed, a side table,

flipped back down on the bed, my a

ncussion, so I pulled myself off the bed an

rything I had i

d the sides in an att

rank till I threw up, but now throwing up

me, and I opened my eyes. Flushing my vomit, I stand up be

apped by a bunch of trigger-happy bastards with fists?" I

ed away as I focused my vision on

with blood and dirt. "What you did was pretty ballsy." Fargo crossed as he looked

past him. I stop once I'm back in bed. "Why the fuck am I here?

se he

? I am pretty sure when you get kidnapped, yo

, and I could still ta

ybody else, you would be dead right now." He smiled as he looked at me, hi

veryone else?" I yell at him, "And

the door. "Everything you need for tonight is in the bathroom under

ere?" I asked him, but instead of answering, he just slammed the door c

ing what?" I asked

probably run out at some point, I might just die a horrible death, an

and locked the door. Just like Fargo said, there were hygiene p

clothes away, stepping into the warmth of

ade up. Marcel wasn't dead, and I would wake up and he would be in his office downstairs drink

what seemed to be an hour. All the soap I used to scrub awa

self. Picking up the flimsy fabric that was also under the sink, I smiled. It didn't

een in the sheets with men, but those eyes I get-tho

own my body, it was like he was saying something that I c

hot, it

htly. The black stiletto heels slipped onto my feet; they had already ached. Fuck heels. But I had to admit

n more because I w

e, then I'm going

I almost shit myself as

ickly," I muttered as I took a step out, m

ocker door. He looked serious, moody, and plain. His hair was slick

ery so often. "Where are we going?" I asked as he took a tu

gainst the wall, his hand on my hip and over my mouth. I sc

dy, his eyes on mine as he unz

e whispering to me, "It will be our secret."

o the wall. My hands are hitting at his grip. "Get off me!"

as I struggled to get away from him, h

o. Fu

l, the man's eyes widening as he slumped of

brought his smiling gun to his side. Calling me that nickname again. "How

flee. Only for a hand to stop my trance, my back once again

ked up

like a goldfish In a glassjar. "I almost got raped! What the fuck am I even suppose

r good." He said. Alberto was so close

ate

at was what he wanted me to say

He smiled, his eyes holding h

s dissatisfied with