Sliding into the backseat of the car felt like stepping into a trap. The leather was cold against my skin, and a wave of anxiety washed over me. My heart raced as I remembered the whispers about what could happen if I didn't do exactly as I was told. He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his expression calm and collected, which only made me more nervous. What was he planning?
As we drove through campus, I couldn't help but stare out the window, trying to distract myself from the gnawing fear in my stomach. Students were everywhere, their laughter and chatter filling the air. They wore their uniforms—some crisp and formal, while others were laid-back and colorful. I watched as they rushed to classes or lounged on the grass, completely oblivious to my turmoil. Each dorm we passed made me dread what was about to happen.
The way he drove the car with practiced ease made me think he had done this before, and soon we were approaching the Monarch dorm. My heart pounded harder as we neared our destination. I could see the building up ahead, its imposing structure casting a long shadow over the manicured lawns.
As we pulled up to the entrance, I took another deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. He parked the car and turned to look at me, his expression still unreadable. "We're here," he said simply.
He opened the door for me, and I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before stepping out. I followed him inside, my heart pounding louder than ever. As he pressed the button for the top floor in the elevator, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was too confident, like he knew I wouldn't dare to escape.
The elevator doors slid open, and I followed him into a long, beautifully decorated hallway. Everything was so extravagant—ornate pictures on the walls, plush carpets underfoot, and soft lighting that made the place feel almost magical. I had never seen anything like it. My mind was racing, but I barely had time to take it all in before he approached another elevator.
He walked faster, and I trailed behind, casting glances at the passing Omegas. They looked at me with curiosity, and I caught glimpses of a few Omegas who looked my way with raised eyebrows and irritated expressions, but I didn't have the time to think about it. I was too focused on the looming dread that followed me like a shadow.
We reached another elevator, and he pressed the button for the sixth floor. The doors opened to reveal a corridor even more lavish than the last. I was momentarily captivated by the beauty surrounding me—the ornate chandeliers, the intricate moldings, and the plush seating areas that looked more like a palace than a dorm.
Finally, we reached the door. He opened it and turned to me, his gaze piercing. "Go inside," he said, not even looking at me. I pursed my lips as I stepped in.
The room inside was nothing short of a dream. Lavish furniture, elegant curtains, and an enormous window that let in streams of sunlight. It looked like something out of a magazine. I was so mesmerized by the beauty of it all that I barely noticed when he shut the door behind me.
The sound of the lock clicking into place sent a chill down my spine, and I realized that I was now completely alone. I stood there, stunned and overwhelmed. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into?
I bolted to the door, my heart racing as I yanked on the handle with all my strength, desperation fueling my actions. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could break free. But it was locked tight, and no amount of pulling was going to change that. "Shit!" I cursed, frustration boiling over. Kicking the door hard, I shouted, "Hey! Someone let me out!" The sound echoed back at me, and all I got in response was the suffocating silence of the lavish room.
Time seemed to stretch on forever as I paced back and forth, my thoughts spiraling into rage and confusion. How could they just lock me in? It felt like I'd been there for hours, fuck. I kicked the door again, harder this time, hoping to attract some attention. "Is anyone out there?" I yelled, but still, no response. I was starting to feel like a character in a horror movie, waiting for something awful to happen.
Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, the door swung open, and three men stepped inside. My heart raced, but not just from fear. They looked dangerous, and fuck, they were hot—they looked like they stepped right out of a magazine, like model-level attractive. No, no, they just locked you in here; them being hot doesn't do shit. One of them had a cocky grin that made my blood boil even more, another wore a deep frown that made him look all broody and intense, and the last one had an indifferent face, like he was completely unbothered by everything happening around him.
I recognized the one with the cold face from the library, but I was too furious to even consider a casual conversation. Instead, I shot them a glare. "What the hell is wrong with you guys?" I spat, my voice sharper than I intended. "Why did you lock me in here? And why the hell did I get threatened with a gun for ignoring some stupid letter?"
The guy with the smirk looked amused, and I could feel my anger intensifying. The one with the frown seemed unfazed, as if my outburst was just another Tuesday for him, while the indifferent man's eyes narrowed slightly. I was so pissed; this was insane. I had been dragged here, and I wanted answers, and I wanted them now.
I was sitting there, fuming, when the indifferent guy took his phone and made a call. He dialed the number, and I heard a voice on the other end. Hearing the door open, it was the guy who had driven me here. He came in, bowed his head, and answered, "Yes."
Then the indifferent guy said, "Hast du deine Waffe auf ihn geleistet."
(Did you point your gun at him)
The driver replied, "Ja,"
(Yes)
I looked at him but it was clear he had no idea what was going on. What the hell are they saying? Had I been forgotten or something? I was still mad, feeling completely ignored.
Before I could say anything, the indifferent guy took a hammer from some random dude who appeared out of nowhere and then vanished just as quickly. Why did he have a hammer? What is happening? He turned to the driver and said, "Bringen Sie Ihre Hände heraus."
(Bring out your hand)
The driver, still looking all confused and sweaty, slowly put his hands out, like he was offering them. I could barely breathe at this point. My head was spinning. I knew something terrible was about to happen, but it was moving so fast I could barely process it.
Then, without any warning, the indifferent guy brought the hammer down with so much force that I heard the bone crack. I could feel it in my gut—a wave of nausea crashing over me. The driver didn't scream, didn't make a noise, but his face went so pale I thought he was going to pass out right there. His hand was bent at a weird angle, blood dripping all over the floor like it was nothing.
The guy didn't even look at me. He just stood up, his hands hanging at his sides, blood pooling underneath him. His expression was blank, like he wasn't even in control of his own body. Then, with barely a glance, he turned and left the room, leaving behind a trail of blood as he went. His eyes were wide but empty, and I knew he wasn't going to be the same after this.
I stood there trying to process everything, feeling mad and sick all at once. "Fuck," I said, shaking slightly. I wasn't scared before, but I definitely am now. Am I going to be next? What the hell is going on?