AN: Disclaimer - Twilight and all the characters are Stephanie Meyers
Bright lights and loud voices permeated the blackness surrounding my mind. I vaguely recognized the fact that I was being moved, though I was helpless to stop it. Then I was once again thrust into unconsciousness.
You know what I hate? When someone wakes you up from up a deep sleep, I mean who does something like that. I'll tell you who… the guy who is currently shaking me awake, rudely I might add.
Groaning, I try to roll over, try and then fail. My legs are bound and so are my hands, preventing me from moving, which sucks, because I'm tied to a chair and it's really uncomfortable. I slowly force my eyelids open, squinting in the bright light. When I turn my head to take in my immediate surroundings, I once again let out a sigh. Unhappy that I have been put in this position again, for the third time in not even that many years, I shouldn't be surprised though, I've probably spent more time in empty warehouses than I have at home.
"Oh good… You're awake." I hear a male voice to the left of me, turning my head a little more I am able to take in his features, and I have to admit, he's a little creepy… and weird, can't forget weird, with his slicked back blond hair and piercing blue eyes. I think I'm going to call him CWD, creepy weird dude, it's fitting. "I was worried I may have hit your head a little too hard… That wouldn't have made the boss happy."
Pursing my lips together I try to keep my retort from passing through them, I've learned in these situations it's better to keep quiet, too bad I failed. "Oh yeah, that would've been bad." I speak with fake sympathy. "I would've hated for you to have had to break the news to him, I'd of offered to help, but I would've been dead." I roll my eyes when I finish speaking.
Narrowing his sharp blue eyes, he glares at me; I think he even growls a little. I fight to keep the smirk off my face, but my efforts are in vain. Even when I hear a resounding slap, feel a sharp sting on my cheek, and taste copper in my mouth, I can't find it in me to regret my decision, though I do loose the smirk.
CWD gets close to my face, to close if you ask me, his blue eyes boring holes in to mine. "That shut you up didn't it?" He asks, I hate guys like him, power hungry jerks that prey on the weak. So I do the only thing I can think of, I spit in his face.
Let me tell you, he didn't like that very much. When his hand finds purchase in my hair and he yanks my head back, I think I whimper. CWD leans in close until his lips are brushing my ear and the whispers.
"I feel sorry for the boss's son, when he finds out how much of a spoiled little brat you are he's not going to be too happy." I whimper again, this time in fear when I feel the sharp point of a knife dig into my throat, though not enough to break the skin. "Maybe I should take care of the problem of his future wife right now." As if to make his point, he digs the knife in a little deeper, until I can feel a drop of blood rolling down the side of my throat. But I don't feel any of that, because the only thought going through my head was DID HE JUST SAY FUTURE WIFE?
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