𝟏𝟒 | 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

                                    

                                          


Last night they set up a bed for me in that cage, it was uncomfortable so uncomfortable I could barely sleep. I heard screams echoing, wondering all night if that was going to be next. The entire room smelt like metal and blood, it was disturbing as I was trying to sleep. Someone probably died in here. 
I've been walking around here for hours, acting clueless and like i'm just looking around when actually i've been looking if there's anywhere I can escape. Unfortunately, there's no where I have found. This place is like a long miserable tunnel, it's so cold and grey.
I finally sit down, giving my legs some rest and giving up. I hope Damien ended up getting that message. I kept waiting for Damien's arrival last night but he never came. I assumed he already knew where they were since he mentioned it before. Maybe he doesn't care i'm here and wants them to finish the job for him. 
"Cassie." A stranger walks towards me, nodding his head. 
"Hm?" 
"Your father has asked for you." He pulls me up by the arm, "Follow me."
As i'm about to snap back and call him out for pulling me by the arm, I notice a gun in his pocket which makes me remain silent and follow him.
The man leads me down a dark hallway, the atmosphere cold and unwelcoming. Everything around us seems lifeless, from the dull grey walls to ten cold steel floor. I shiver as we walk further, the chill in the air penetrating my skin. 
We stop in front of a heavy metal door, its surface worn and chipped with age. The men fishes a key out of his pocket, the clinking sound echoing in the tense silence. With a swift turn of the key, he pushes the door open and gestured for me to step inside. 
I take a deep breath and step inside. The room simply lit, worn only a single light hanging from the ceiling casting a harsh glow. The air is thick with tension and the smell of sweat and gunpowder. 
In the centre of the room stands my father, his expression serious and unreadable. He motions for me to take a seat in the chair in front of him.
I comply, my heart racing as I sit down. I look up at my father, waiting for him to say something.
He stands there for a moment, studying me. Finally he speaks up, his voice harsh. "You must be wondering why I called you here." 
I nod, not trusting my voice to speak.
"You didn't tell me anything about Damien, we share blood after all." He slips the knife out of his pocket and reveals it to me, poking the top of his finger with the tip. "Shall I show you?" Before I can even think, he stabs the knife into my leg. 
I let out a cry of pain, wincing as the blood pools around the wound. I try to get up and run but the pain is too much to be able to stand. 
I didn't know he'd actually stab me, I thought he was just using it as a threat to scare me into telling him information, I'm so stupid. "Why?" I cry out, looking from my bloody thigh to the evil frown on his face. 
"Tell me what I need to know." He repeats.
"I simply don't know anything!" I shout. "Please, please. Don't hurt me simply for not knowing a thing, i'm your daughter." I say, hoping he'll show some sympathy.