S O L E I L
As Daemon said, I had been driven to a point of no return. I had no idea what Baseground meant, where it was, or what was going to happen to me.
To say I'm not holy is a lie, and I'm scared to the bone. I'm scared of dying at this young age, scared of being killed in a country where my brother won't even find my body. I had a brave face in front of the demon called Daemon, but I was trembling inside. The cold hand of death tried to hold me tighter, and I myself encountered it. I should have begged for my life, I should have begged for my life, but I didn't. I was too angry to beg. As Hellius taught me, even if I was killed, I had to show a brave face.
Suddenly the car stopped and there was a loud sound like a huge gate opening. I heard whispers outside the car, and before I heard any more, the car door opened and I was dragged out of the car like an animal to be slaughtered for sacrifice.
"Where am I?" I asked. One hand gripped my hand so tightly that it almost hurt me, but the other hand gripped my hair so tightly that I still blindfolded and walked towards a place I knew nothing about. Was
"You are not in a position to ask questions," said a stern voice, and a shock ran through my body.
After walking for a few minutes, the door suddenly opened and I was pushed against the wall. "What is she doing here?" asked a strange familiar voice angrily.
"Her boss asked me to bring her back," someone replied, and I assumed she was probably one of the guys who took me out of her house.
"Why does he want her back? I want it "I think I told you not to keep it and send it back," the man thundered, and as soon as he said that the blindfold was removed from my face.
One of them answered the man in a language I didn't understand, and my brain couldn't even understand what he was trying to say.
Having been blindfolded for several minutes, my vision was blurry, so I squinted to see clearly.
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the blood-stained denim jacket that Sapphire was wearing yesterday across the room.
I wanted to get closer and pick it up to see if it really was the jacket, but otherwise my hand grabbed my hair and threw it against the wall. My body trembled in pain from the impact, and I screamed as I hit the wall. She banged her head against the wall and felt dizzy, blurring her vision.
Uncontrollable tears streamed down my eyes and I looked up to see the same old man who threw me against the wall the other day. I looked around him and realized we were the only ones in the room.
"Wake up! Wake up!! Why are you lying there like a vegetable?" he asked mockingly. Trying not to be a coward, I stumbled to my feet, and before I could stand up straight, the man threw a chair at my feet, and I plummeted to the ground, banging my right side against the thrown chair. I.
"Ah!" I cried when I heard the sound of bones crunching. This time I couldn't even move my right hand and I couldn't get up off the floor. I tried to pick her up, but she wouldn't move.
Again convulsive tears welled up in my eyes, and this time I did not try hard.
"Why are you still lying on the floor? You tricked the demons into leaving here, hoping that you will return unpunished for your unjust escape and enter with dignity. I should have kept seducing him to stay alive," he yelled at me.
"I did not seduce him, I swear he will not swear," I answered, my voice trembling. I felt something cold on my face. It felt like liquid was running from my head, and when I touched it, it was blood.
It became clear that I really came here to be killed like an animal.
"Please let me go. Please, please,' I begged, but the man could only give me a wicked smile and refused to even convey my wishes.
"Get up," he ordered, and I started shaking my head angrily. "I can't get up, please." He approached a table I didn't realize was in the room. On it lay ropes, chains and weapons. He first picked up a rope and threw it on the ground next to me.
"I told you to get up," he yelled, and I staggered off the floor in terror, leaving the corner where I crawled like a ball and leaning my back against the wall. "Please," I begged.
"Begging doesn't work here, you know? You should have stayed there. No matter how crazy you are, there's no place to go here." Began to remove his belt.
"What are you doing?" I asked with large tears running down my face. "I will try to have sex with you like a demon before I finally kill you," he replied to me, laughing.
I started shivering at one point and trying to figure out what to do next. Telling him that I'm not seducing Damon won't save me from that evil man. I tried to move away from where I am.
"If you move again, I'll put a gun through my head and finish it off." He glared at me as I moved again, thinking it would be much easier to die. "Are you going to die?" I didn't answer, but he understood what my silence meant. He returned to the table, picked up his chain, wrapped it around his hand and turned to face me.
"I understand that you are dying, and before you die at such a young age, I want you to know that we are a pack of werewolves and your brother's friend Luke Amann You pissed us off, and I couldn't sit back and kill you and take revenge" and his girl along. Do you know what it means to be a werewolf? ' he asked, and I shook his head.
I couldn't think properly. "We are animals. Wild animals given the chance to transform into humans if we wanted to, and being wild is what is about to show your pathetic little life." When he walked towards me, I held my breath and my next instinct was to run.
Despite the pain in my leg, before I could move, a gunshot rang out right next to me.
I screamed in terror and fell to the ground.
"You think you can pass me." He hovered over me and before I could blink or move he started hitting me with both hands, one chained and the other. Hands were bare. A punch hit me in the face, another in the hip, then in the stomach, then another in the head, until the count was lost. He kept hitting me while I could only scream until I couldn't scream any more.
The last punch he threw hit me in the head before I passed out. As I landed, I felt my body tremble, my senses faded, and my breathing became irregular. The last thing I heard was the door opening, the last thing I saw was light shining into the dark room, the cold hand of death holding me tight.