Copper adjusted the phone to his other ear. With the dark and slow song intriguing the moods of everyone inside the bar of the hotel, coppers tone became more pissed. He never wanted calls at the moment and the one he received forcefully was from someone he could kill with just the snap of his finger.
After being pissed to the brim, he cuts the call immediately and tossed it at the Butler who struggled to catch the phone in the air. He danced with the phone before he could get quite the catch he wanted.
Copper stands to his feet immediately and pulls the butler by the collar closer enough to him as if to kiss him. As his face came closer, feeling his master's breath on his nose, he turned his face to the other side in fear.
"I'm…so..o.ry" he tries to say but he didn't know how to please his master with his words well. What he could think of now was, getting flogged and tossed around for the mistake he just made. But instead, he go something else in return.
"Get me someone for the night. No mistakes anymore. Do what's right." He whispered to the butler's ear, sending cold chills that cooled his nerves down the spine. He let go of his collar and walked alongside the two bodyguards that followed him like a pet. As he got to the stairs, he stopped and stared at the butler who was still standing confused to his master's act.
Why, was he forgiven already? He just made a mistake.
'What's going on?' He wondered while hitting his nails hard. As he stood inside of the mesmerizing cool song that was meant for lovebirds, Copper coughed miles away. Making sure that the butler got his acts straight. Further, he walked up to a room.
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Michelle just ended a call with her mom, who constantly yelled at her to get back home. And start a new life, something very new. She smiles while remembering how her mother felt so concerned about her well-being and constantly asked whether she eat right and she couldn't wait to have her back home. She lies back on her bed, looking at the ceiling in her room.
In the room she sat, the whole room had pictures of memories hanged all over the corners of the walls. Her small mirror standing on her table. Accompanied with makeup accessories. While on the left, she had her cotton rolled way down its normal level. She hated the cold breeze that came from the outside. As she turned to close her eye in the silent room, she heard a knock on her door, making her open her eyes back immediately.
'Who's here this late?' She wondered, standing to her feet. She wore her pink nightgown and her small shower cap that cover the sight of her hair. Her lips had little pink leftovers and it still made her look good. She mumbled the words, that she was coming until she lazily pulled the door open, after inputting her 7digit passcode to the door.
Just when her appearance showed to the two men outside, they pulled her closer to them. Covering her face with a black transparent cloth. Michelle tries to shout but they were so strong that they twisted her head until she lost consciousness.
When the cover came over inside a dark room, she was still fast asleep. Immediately, she felt cold water sweep over her face. Her body jump-started to the new temperature she felt.
"Waki-waki sleepy head." The young man pulled his words before dropping the bucket on the floor. He smiles at Michelle whose eyes were finding it blurry to see clearly. Through the dark in the room, the light only focused on the table before Michelle and when she tried to stand up immediately, she noticed her whole body was tied to the chair she sat on, her hands to the back, and her legs to the tail of the chair.
"Who are you, people? What do you want?" She asked before looking around the room. Two men sat in front of her; one with a broad smile and the other having a handsome cold outlook. She cared less about that moment and what she thought about was who to get out of here. She looks at the two mirrors that stood on the wall, from her right to her left.
'Wait, what is the place really?' She tries struggling from the rope that rounded around her arms.
"Just a few questions you need to answer before you go." The young man in his late twenty-five assures her, smiling. He looks at the other young man who was serious the whole time, not smiling. He wore black suits and white inner shit. They both wore the same outfits like they were bankers. As his eyes kept his focus on Michelle like she was a wanted victim, he's slides two pictures down the iron table to her front.
"Identify those two victims." His hard muscular voice said and Michelle looks into his eyes first before she could look at the images in front of her.
"Of course, this is Copper Edward, the celebrity." She said looking at them confused. Who wouldn't know copper? He was famous. Even children who were newly born would because his image was inscribed on their diapers.
Now, Michelle looks at the other image. It had a lady in it, who looked pretty, drowning in her blood, and had blonder complexion. Though her yellow skin was too much to cover her whole eye and lids, her tone was just the same as Michelle's. The pretty young blondes, one would say.
"I don't know this lady." She said and sits back properly on the chair. The young man with a muscular voice smiled before he pulled the pictures back. He had a very nice smile. Pulling the pictures in his hands, he stands and walks to where Michelle was sitting with a hard glare and cold face once again.
"How would you? When you guys murdered her!!!" He yells and grabs Michelle's neck tight.