I never thought my life would be like this; trapped in a dark room and scared for my life.
A blindfold was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, making me completely blind and on high alert.
My breathing was ragged and I could smell the mold tha...
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I looked up at the ceiling, trying to get myself to sleep but I had no luck.
I tossed and turned before giving up. I sat up in the dark and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. An arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back into their warm chest.
I snuggled closer and laid there silently as Damien drew small circles on my arm. "What are you thinking about?" His voice was soft and I knew he had been up a while, watching me toss and turn.
Something wasn't sitting right with me. Logan never ordered his other guards to come and take Damien and he never came back to beat him up again. There's something off.
I drew in a heavy breath through my nose. "I-I don't know, something just doesn't seem right." I told him, sitting up halfway to look at him in the dark. "Logan would've come back by now and dragged you out of here." I sighed and lied back down with my head on his chest.
His hand rubbed up and down my back soothingly. "I know, something's off." He agreed softly.
I sighed in relief, at least I'm not the only one.
I rubbed my eyes tiredly and as soon as I started to drift off, the door swung open and my eyeballs were blinded by the light turning on.
Damien and I both jumped up quickly and scrambled off the bed as Logan walked in, a gun in his left hand.
"Logan?" I questioned cautiously, stepping in front of Damien.
His face was stone, walking towards me slowly. One foot going in front of the other and his face cold. He lifted his hand and pointed the gun at me. "Move." He demanded.
I shook my head, my hands shaking. "No." I defied his orders, keeping my eyes on his. He won't shoot me.
"Move." He demanded again, loading the gun with his other hand. It clicked as a bullet rounded into the chamber.
"No." I stood my ground, keeping my hands balled at my side.
"Move!" He screamed, his voice echoing off the cold cement walls.
I jumped at his sudden rage filled scream, but continued to stand there. "No." I repeated again, more firmly this time.
His right hand went up to his hair, yanking and pulling angrily. "Just move or I swear I will shoot you!" He yelled again, his eyes filling with tears, but they refused to fall. His voice cracked before he cleared his throat. "Move." He said, quieter this time.
I shook my head, terrified my voice would betray me.
His face suddenly changed. He looked broken, everything he's kept hidden, suddenly surfaced and his façade broke. "Do you love him?" His voice broke and his eyes were glazed over. I knew he was about to break and probably take us all down with him.
