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Chapter 91
Anna
"Fuck you!" A strange but muffled voice sounded from a distance, waking me from a slumber I didn't remember falling into.
"I'll put a bullet through your skull and send you to mom and dad,"
"Try it...." One of them said and then switched to a language I didn't understand...Italian?
They yelled at each other and at some point, the sound of shattering glass followed
The voices were still muffled, barely audible but they were louder than before. My eyes opened and I felt my head pound angrily, protesting at the ache clawing at my brain.
"What the hell?" I groaned in pain.
I blinked and opened my eyes to find a black door in front of me. My vision was a little fuzzy, like I had just woken up from a sedated sleep.
I glanced around and shuddered. The room was huge and around me were a bunch of heavy chains, chains like the one I had seen at Red velvet weeks ago. Only this one looked more severe. This was definitely not a kink room. It was meant to hold something.
Dogs? I had no idea but this was no kink room.
I tried to stand but quickly realized I was restrained to a wooden chair.
"What the hell?" I frowned, trying to force my hand out of the heavy chains. They wouldn't budge.
"Where am I?"
I grunted out, my head still very fuzzy as I continued to look around. Claw marks decorated the entire room along with syringes on a steel tray.
What the hell was this place?
The sound of gunshot echoed from behind the door and just like that, the memories of I had gotten here came flooding in.
Dinner
Restaurant,
Tim
Duncan
Gun shots.
My stomach flipped as I remembered what happened.
"Duncan!" I gasped. He was dead.
They'd killed him, they'd killed him!
My chest just like my head began to pound as every image of what had happened flooded my brain. My ears rang and my eyes watered.
It wasn't a bad dream. He'd been shot, he was dead. I had watched them kill him
Whoever they were.
The gunshots ringing, Duncan trying to protect me.
The gunshot to the head.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.and I screamed in pain and anguish. What had they done?
I couldn't take the pain spreading around my chest. It hurt too much.
"You bastards, show yourselves!"
I screamed, my chest hurting with a pain I had never felt before. It felt like my chest was about to burst out of my heart.
Duncan was supposed to be mine. I was supposed to be the one to...
Kill him?
No, that wasn't it. I wasn't even sure what was, all I knew was that I was going to kill whoever did this.
"Jean! I know you did this, come out here you bastard" I growled, pushing against the chains that held my hands behind the chair.
The door suddenly opened with a clang and a tall man walked in, his hair slicked back, a scar on his lips and a gun in hand.
"I see you are finally awake," he said with a smirk on his scared lips.
"Who are you?" I spat, glaring daggers at him. "Tell me why you've brought my herr and why the hell you killed Duncan?!"
"Ah, it seems you're angry," he said, stepping forward with majestic ease. He had no fear, in fact, he was confident. Too confident.
"Angry? Once I get out of these chains, I'm killing you and feeding you to the dogs,"
"Graphic, are we. You remind me of someone already. I guess the resemblance does go skin deep."
"Why...why am I here?" i choked out, trying not to show weakness by crying but the image of Duncan getting shut continued to flood my brain, I couldn't for the life of me help it.
He smiled as he shoved his hands into his pocket.
"Oh, come on, use that sharp brain of yours. Surely, you can put two and two together," he tilted his head to the side.
"Jean?" I gritted out, glaring at him with all of the fury and anger in my heart.
"I have no idea who that is but try again.
I want to know how many enemies you've managed to make over the years,"
"Once I get out of these chains..."
"Yeah, yeah, you are going to feed me to the dogs, sure, sure but what good will that do you if you don't even know your captors?"
I could feel my blood boil with rage. His smug smile made me want to tear him apart.
He took slow, deliberate steps toward me, tapping the barrel of his gun against his palm. It was a taunt, a show of power, and I hated that it was working.
"I'd ask you how your head's doing," he said with mock concern, "but the pounding is probably nothing compared to what's coming."
I narrowed my eyes, ignoring the tears that still clung to my lashes. "If you're trying to scare me, you'll need more than a cheap Bond villain act and a scar that looks like it came from shaving."
The man threw his head back and burst out laughing. "Wow, it's like I'm staring at a copy of her. Fiery and feisty. They weren't lying about you, then,"
"Of who? What are you talking about?"
I asked with narrowed eyes.
He rolled his eyes at me like a disappointed teacher.
"You really are bad at guessing games, aren't you? How have you managed to survive this long? Maybe it's the sedative, it does disorient even the smartest of soldiers,"
"Who the hell are you?"
He sighed heavily, clearly unimpressed by my approach and questioning.
"Jeez, it's like I'm in an interrogation room, my goodness, humans.." He muttered under his breath.
"Fine. I'm the man that knows about your mother and father, I'm Azeal," He said with a smirk...
"Nice to meet you, Anna or should I say Aviana?"
My eyes widened
My stomach fell.
"He knew who I was,"