DEDICATION: To xXx. romance .xXx, the first one who reviewed chapter three. Thanks also to the other reviewers. It's good to know that there are people who find this story interesting. You guys motivate me to write more. :)
AUTHOR'S RANT: Damn it. I wrote this fic because I want to try writing something with a different theme. Something dark and not the usual fluff... but after I was done writing this chapter and reread the previous ones, they're just plain boring. An epic failure. Sigh. Whatever. I'll just try to finish this until the end. Oh and don't expect a happy ending. I haven't decided yet whether they'll live happily ever after, or miserably. It's fifty-fifty. I'm also thinking of putting more mature stuff in the future chapters. So to those who don't like sexy/pervert/adult scenes, don't read. You've been warned so don't go 'ewww!' on me. I will also change the rating to M.
And lastly for my rant: I need a beta reader. It kills me whenever I go over my other stories (and this story) and read them again. They just sucked so bad. The grammar, the flow, the structure etc etc...
Anyway, on with the story...
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CHAPTER FOUR
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"Do it." Her voice firm, not showing any fear as she returned the man's furious gaze with her own.
His brows furrowed. He was slightly, just slightly impressed. The woman sure had some guts to dare him like that.
"I said do it. Go ahead and kill me." Mikan said once more.
He scoffed as he pulled the gun away from the woman's head. If he shoots her, then she would get what she wants. Judging on the scars he saw on her wrists, it was obvious that she was not afraid of death, so no way he'd let her off that easy.
"If I kill you now, you'd get what you want," He sneered. "And I'm not that giving."
Mikan's eyes widened. She supposed he already saw the scars on her wrists, the scars she had inflicted on herself during those times she was seeking for comfort; when she thought that death was her only salvation. Well, she still thinks that it is, especially now that she was trapped with this dangerous man standing in front of her.
"What do you want from me?" She asked as she watched the man walked across the room and put his gun inside a drawer and took a grey duct tape, and then he walked back to the bed.
He leaned forward to her, leaving little space between their faces.
"Just your body." He said impassively before he brusquely covered her mouth with a long strip of duct tape.
Mikan tried to struggle but both her hands were tied on the bed post. She then started kicking him but the man caught her legs quickly and taped her ankles together.
A small smirk formed on his lips as he watched the woman fidgeting on his bed. She looked so helpless tied down like that yet if you look into her eyes, you won't notice any fear at all and instead, only find determination and pure loathing.
If only his body was not as sore, he would've had his way with her and ravish her all night. But he was too tired.
He climbed up on the bed and, ignoring Mikan's stifled moans, he lay down next to her. As soon as he was settled beside her, he felt his eyelids getting heavy and soon he was drifted off in a dreamless sleep.
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Mikan let out another stifled groan. Her body was aching and uncomfortable as both her hands were above her head tied with a rope on the bed post, while her ankles were taped together. The bastard even taped her mouth.
As she watched him sleep, she had finally come to scrutinize his face and she had to admit that the man was quite handsome. She just noticed it now. His untidy raven hair was covering almost half of his face but she could still make out his features. His looks were not like that of a prince charming. It was the complete opposite. Just one look at him and anyone could already tell that he was not the gentle type. And she could attest to that.
She couldn't help but wonder what his motive was when he killed Senator Tonouchi. Mikan knew Tono. Despite being a womanizer and a sex-crazed, the young senator was a dedicated public servant. She was not exactly the kind of citizen who was up-to-date with politics and current events in her own country. Hell, she didn't even give a damn about those things. But she knew enough that Tono was better than the other senators. So why would this bastard kill him just like that?
The way the man killed Tono, Mikan had noticed, seemed like he was already used to killing people; he didn't even hesitate for a second to fire the gun. It was as if he had done it countless of times and can already be considered as his profession.
Mikan shuddered at the thought. If killing people was his profession, this man lying next to her was just heartless and plain dangerous, and definitely worthy of her fear.
But she refused to be tortured emotionally and mentally by him. He was already torturing her physically. She might just completely lose her sanity when she let fear overcome her.
As she continued to stare at the man, she felt her own eyes starting to feel heavy and minutes later, she had fallen asleep.
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"Yes, there was a woman with him…"
Mikan had woken up that morning with her captor talking to someone over his cell phone.
He was standing inside the room but his back was on her so he didn't see that she had already woken up. He looked like he just had a shower. His hair was still wet and he was wearing different clothes from last night.
"She's a nobody. Just a prostitute Tonouchi paid for the night," He said monotonously.
Senator Rei Serio, the man who was responsible for the death of Akira Tonouchi, had called him that morning.
A week ago, Serio had found out that Tonouchi was suspecting him of smuggling weapons to and from other countries, but the latter didn't have enough evidence to prove that Serio was carrying out arms trafficking so before he could further investigate on his case, Serio had hired a hitman to execute him as soon as possible.
It was now all over the news that Senator Akira Tonouchi had been murdered. He was found dead inside his condo unit by his bodyguards early in the morning. His bodyguards told the police and investigators that the senator was with a prostitute the previous night which now made Mikan the prime suspect for his murder since she had gone missing.
"Then where the hell is that woman?! Why is she missing?" Serio asked furiously and worriedly.
"Dead. I fucked her then killed her after. You don't have to worry about the body. I've taken care of it." He answered, sounding nonchalant.
"You better. The police are after her but if she's already dead like you said she is, then there would be no problem. Their investigation would be useless." Serio snickered, "Good job, Kuro Neko. The rest of your payment had already been transferred to your account."
As he ended the call, he turned around and saw Mikan already awake and throwing him deadly glares.
"You're now a celebrity. Congratulations." He leered.
Mikan looked at him fiercely as he sat on the bed and touched her hair. His fingers went down to her face and trailed across her cheeks. She shrieked when he suddenly stripped the duct tape off her mouth without warning.
"You bastard! Now the police are after me! Everybody now thinks that I killed Tono!"
"So? It's not like they could ever find you."
"Let me go, bastard!" She screeched.
"And where would you go? If you get caught, even if you tell the police that you know who killed the senator, the person who was behind all this will set you up. You're good as dead, you know."
Mikan didn't want to admit it but she knew he was right. He made it sound that the person he was talking about was powerful enough to manipulate the case.
"Fuck you." She spat out of frustration and anger.
He smirked, "You will."
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