Ophelia looked out of the window from her apartment on the first floor. She recognized the black SUV that had pulled up to the curb. She knew the three people that would exit it. Roman, Seth and Dean. And she knew they were there for her. The fucking hounds of justice. It was ironic they called themselves that because what they did had absolutely nothing to do with justice.
She had hoped she had more time. Just another day to get the hell out of the country. She was gonna go straight to the airport and buy the first ticket leading to somewhere else. Europe, Japan, wherever. It didn't matter. She just needed to get away. Once in safety in another country, she would leak everything she had on him, and he would finally be put away for good.
Bo Dallas, fucking mad man.
Had she known back then what she knew today, she would never have started working for him. The money had been damn good, and he had been damn persuasive. She was a nurse, and he offered way more than any hospital.
In the beginning it was light jobs. Tend to friends of his. Slowly it turned into something else. Something darker. Something behind the scenes that no one knew about. Tend to his victims. Keep them alive. Teach him how to torture them. Help him torture them. Like something taken out of Human Centipede or another terrifying movie. And if she talked, she would be next in line.
Most people thought he was a mob boss, and sometimes he even believed his own lies. He did sell drugs and weapons, but no one knew about his human experiments, or his terror acts that always got blamed on the wrong people. He was trying to start a race war, and make the world burn. All for the fun of it. Because he was a fucking mad man.
Ophelia never forgot the first torture victim she had to keep alive. A young man named Mustafa Ali. He had begged her to kill him, and she had kept him alive. She couldn't kill anyone no matter what. And she didn't wanna die herself either. But since that day she had gathered every information she could, hiding it in a small chip, and she was ready to show the world. She didn't know that somewhere along the way, Bo had caught on to what she was doing.
And that had led her to this moment. The car doors opened, and Roman, Seth and Dean stepped out of the vehicle. She pushed her newly dyed black hair forward, and put on a cap and a pair of sunglasses. She could only hope they wouldn't recognize her. Her hair was usually light brown.
She had met them many times when they brought back victims or just stopped by for other reasons. She knew they had no idea what actually happened to those victims. In their world these people had crossed Bo, and they would probably meet their ending by a bullet to the head. If they only knew. For three men that usually seemed bright, they were rather stupid in this matter. Those people Bo wanted dead, they would usually kill for him. They only brought back those who were supposed to be tortured.
She had nothing on her but her wallet and her passport, both items safely in the inner pocket of her jacket. She hurried down the stairs, and kept her head down as she met the three men in the door to the apartment complex.
"After you," Roman held the door for her.
She was too afraid to thank him, so she kept her head down and nodded a bit. Roman moved in followed by Seth and Dean. Dean turned in the door to see her walk away. He tilted his head a bit, watching her jeans covered ass.
"Fuck! It's her!" He yelled.
"Who?" Seth asked.
"Ophelia! I can recognize that ass anywhere," he said.
Seth and Roman turned just to see her run into the park across the street.
"Get in the car!" Roman growled. "We'll drive around and wait on the other side."
She ran out of the park and stopped in her tracks. The black SUV was parked there, and Roman stood leaned up against it with his arms crossed.
"Ophelia," he nodded.
She looked to the sides, not sure if she should try her luck with out running him. She froze as someone stepped up behind her and breathed down her neck. The cap and sunglasses were removed.
"I told you it was her," Dean said. "I can recognize that ass anywhere."
"You look good with black hair," Seth was behind her too.
"Thanks?" She questioned.
"If we had time, I'd ask you out on a date," he continued. "Alas, we have places to be. Maybe in our next lives."
"Don't make a scene. We'd hate to start shooting up around this neighborhood," Dean said.
They grabbed an arm each and escorted her over to the car. Roman opened the door to the back seat, and she climbed in with Dean following behind. Seth ran around to the passenger seat, and Roman got back in the driver's seat. Five seconds later they started driving. She stared out of the window, watching the houses go by. This would probably be the last time she would see daylight. She would go into that dark room, and there would be no escape.
"You got nothing to say?" Dean teased.
"It seems kind of pointless to ask you to let me go. We all know you won't go against Bo. He's waiting for me," she said.
"We're not taking you to him," Roman said.
"So I'm only worth a bullet," she said.
That made her relax. She wasn't going to the torture chamber. If she was going with them, she would be killed by a single gunshot. That was a better way to go. She leaned back in the seat and let out a sigh.
"What are you smiling about?" Dean asked.
"Nothing," she dropped her smile and looked out the window again. "At least it's a beautiful day today. If you don't mind, can we keep quiet for the rest of the ride? I just wanna enjoy the sun this last time."