Chapter Four

Rex's POV

I woke up with Rosalia curled into my arms. Her face was peaceful, as if she were at home with her mother about to wake her up with chocolate chip pancakes and hot chocolate before she was sent off to school. Of course, it was anything but that. We were trapped in a madman's prison with no way out, and we were soon to be separated. I looked around the room. Nothing. Just darkness floating in the damp air of this prison. I shifted my gaze back to Rosalia. Her eyes were opening.

"R-Rex?" she murmured. Her forehead was gleaming with sweat. "W-what time is it?".

I looked around trying to find a clock but to no avail. "I uh...don't know I don't see a clock anywhere". The door opened infront of us. Rosalia sat up and glared at the men that walked it.

"Good morning, Deary", said an Irish man cheerfully towards Rosalia.. I eyed him closely. He nodded at the two men and they made a move to grab Rosalia. Rosalia stood up and tried to punch one of the guys but one of them grabbed her.

"Let her go!" I yelled, my voice still hoarse. One of the guys grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to stand.

"Stop!" Rosalia cried she tried to punch the man that held her, but he grabbed her arm and placed it behind her back. She tried to pull away but he bent her over the table.

"Quit struggling and I won't hurt you even more." I heard him whisper to her. I tried struggling free again, but the other guy stepped in front of me.

"Get off of me, you bitch!" Rosalia screamed.

"W-wait can I at least say goodbye to him properly?!" I tried pulling away from the guys but they kept pulling me.

"Wait! Let him it'll make it easier for her to go with you guys" said the Irish one. The two men glared at him but let Rosa go. She rushed over to me and wrapped my arms around her.

"Rosa, you can't go...what if you don't come back?" I said as Rosa cried into my shoulder. I hugged her tighter.

"It'll be fine I'll come back no matter what", I kissed her head. I eyed Moriarty before whispering in her ear, "Remember our deal Rosalina, we will get out, I promise." She nodded at me.

"I can handle anything they dish out at me" Rosa said as I let her go. She walked towards the two men. "I'll see you soon", I waved as I watched her leave.

Rosalina's POV

The bright lights immediately blinded me. When my eyes adjusted, I took in my surroundings. It was pristine, like a hospital, but guards with huge guns filled the hallway. One of them began to point their gun at me, and I immediately tensed, waiting for the shot to ring out.

"Stand down, she's coming with me." Moriarty growled at the man.

"Yessir!" he responded, lowering his gun and going back to his original post. The man pushed me forward and directed me down the hallway.

"Hello my sweet Rosa, I'm Moriarty. Hiiii," He said in a sing-songy voice. "I'm willing to let you shower and get cleaned up, but you have to something in return for me." He murmured. He took a strand of my hair and twirled it. He paused, searching for a reaction, but I gave him none. "See, your parents, Esperanza and Mark Nunes have done some naughty things. They were my top assassins, but now...they aren't. You will be taking their place-"

"I want no part of this, leave me alone!" I snarled at him, slapping his hand away.

"Oh, you're feisty, that'll be fun later! Besides, that wasn't an offer. You have no choice. Either you come with me or your pretty little boyfriend dies" he chuckled darkly. My anger only increased.

"Don't even think about hurting him. You'll regret it!" I shouted at him.

"Maybe I'll make you do it, have you hold the gun in your hands and blow his brains out, or better yet have you slit his perfect little throat. Yes, I love that idea! Have you drag a knife across his neck having his blood drain out and cover your body? Watching the life drain out of his green eyes, watching him drown in his own blood that you spilled all over. How does that sound?" he laughed maniacally.

"What do you want?" I growled. I could only see red. I was falling into his trap, I was his prey, stuck in a death grip, and I was losing the strength to fight back.

"I've already told you, you are going to obey my every command, Dearie"

"Fuck you," I spat at him.

"Now is that any way to treat your master?" He cooed at me. "Now, will you come with me willingly, or are you going to put up a fight?" He smiled. I gave him no response. I kept glaring at him, and he gave a small laugh. "Good!" He walked over to one of the tables and grabbed some handcuffs and placed them on me. I winced slightly at how tight they were. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me forward. We turned down a hallway and walked past a few more rooms until we turned towards a dark wooden door. He unlocked the door and revealed a room with a bed, dresser, and another door, which I suppose is a bathroom.

"There are cameras everywhere, so don't get any ideas. Food will be arriving when you're in the shower. I expect you to clean yourself, and that includes washing your hair and shaving everywhere, and I mean everywhere" he said, looking me over and winking. "If you get out of the shower and your not to my liking, your pretty little boyfriend will be punished. Is that clear?" he said coolly. I nodded my head.

"I want a verbal answer, dear. So...I said, 'Is that clear?'" His voice turned sinister. His eyes sent daggers throughout my body.

"Yes." I said, my voice wavering.

"Yes what?" He said, grabbing my face, his nails sinking into my cheeks.

"Yes Sir," I whimpering, fearing for not my own safety, but for Rex's. As long as he had Rex, I couldn't fight back, and I hated every minute of it.

"Good girl!" He smiled, his teeth blindingly white. "Now hurry and get washed."

When Moriarty left, I hurried to the bathroom. I gathered the shampoo and conditioner on the counter and placed them on the shower rack. In the shower rack, there was a razor and shaving cream, and wax strips. I guess he really meant "no hair," I looked in the mirror, for the first time since the day I was taken. Then, I looked normal, my hazel eyes shining with delight, and my hair soft and cute. My skin was a light brown, and flawless except for some acne. Now, my once clean face was covered in dirt, blood, and tears. My hair was greasy, knotted, and out of control. My eyes were dark and they had no light, whatsoever. I stripped down and turned the water on full blast. I stepped in and the water burned my skin, but i did nothing to stop it. It needed to be hot to wash all this filth off of me. I examined my body. I wasn't very skinny before, but now it was obvious I had lost weight. My stomach had a bruise on it, and my legs had a few cuts, but other than that, I was in decent condition. I began to clean myself off. I tried to ignore the strange color of the water, as it was a murky brown, but I couldn't help but be disgusted. I'm the type of person to take a shower at least twice a day, three if I have the energy. I'm a bit of a germaphobe.

I began washing my hair, and the water from my hair was no cleaner. I put the conditioner on and let it sit. While I let it sit, I started shaving. I shaved my legs cutting my knee slightly, after that I felt them, but there was still a bit of hair. I didn't want Moriarty to get pissy, so I grabbed the wax strips and read the instructions. I prepped the strips and placed it on my legs. I took a deep breath and ripped it off. It hurt like hell, but it was bearable. I did my arms and my legs, but then I remembered. He said that I needed to shave everywhere, so I guess that means down there too. I prepped the wax strip and placed in on my vagina. I squeezed my eyes shut and ripped it off. I bit my tongue holding back a scream. It hurt like hell. I continued to wax every place down there, and when I had finished, my crotch was a numb and it felt like it was on fire. "Never again." I said mumbled breathlessly.

I washed the conditioner out of my hair and scrubbed my face until the water went from a murky brown to clear. When I was done, I turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing my towel from the rack. I looked into the mirror and wiped away the fog. The girl I once knew stared back at me. It could've been a normal morning, except for the eyes and my lips. My eyes were still dull, and my lips once so full of color are just now a dull brown color. I was more recognizable, but I still wasn't the same me.