Author's Note= Yeah, got another chapter typed up. ^^ Aren't I a good child? XP So yeah, hopefully I'll updating faster these days ^^
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Song For This Chapter= Sacrifice by t.A.T.u.
Mello's POV
I stood stock still, not daring to move a muscle.
"Yo, you okay, man? I know it's shocking when you first see the higher ups." A random, but slightly higher ranking member told me, a creepy smile on his face. His intentions were clear.
"Who were they?" I asked; I needed the information he had, and right now, I'd do almost anything for a lead. And this was definitely a lead.
"I'll tell you all I know for a price." He seemed to know that I'd do lots of things for him and he was milking it to its maximum capacity; I needed to play the game, and play it well.
"What kind of price? I might be tempted to pay it." I purred, stepping closer to him.
"A thousand dollars." My eyes widened then hardened.
"Okay, I'll have it in three days."
"Make it two and we have a deal." I grit my teeth but nodded and turned away.
As I walked away, I looked at the ground. I'd misread the signs and played a game; the wrong game. I sighed and leaned propped against the wall.
"'ey!" My eyes snapped open, and I stared at the man who was leaning across the passenger seat in his black BMW. I knew what he wanted, and I realized how I looked.
Leather pulled skin tight, eyeliner, and my thick boots. I looked like a hooker. An idea popped into my head.
"Can I help you with something?" I asked, coming forward to lean into the open window.
"Yeah," he said, his eyes raking over my body. "'op in."
I opened the door and got into the car.
The man was well built, his skin dark; with his accent, it told me that he was Jamaican.
"I 'ave a friend 'o is stressed. I've 'ot a feelin' that 'e'd enjoy ya'" I kept my face blank.
"How much are you paying me for this. And what does it include?"
"You'll be tied up, blin'folded an' 'e'll do whatever 'e wants ta'. Name yer price."
I froze, what would be a reasonable price?
"How much have you got?" I played it cool.
"I'll give ya' t'ree t'ousand the first time. I want 'dis t'ing ta' be a repeated event."
I stared at the man, had he just offered me a stable income? I wasn't sure I liked the idea, but I didn't really have a choice. I needed money, and not just for that information either.
I nodded stiffly, and the man smiled.
We drove for a while until we came to a stop at an old townhouse with faded green paint. It was worn from time and the elements.
It was still beautiful, I thought, stepping out of the car and following the dark-skinned man.
Walking up the steps, I realized how utterly stupid this idea was, I could be killed at any moment and then I'd never find Matt, I'd never get to tell him that I understood him; that I didn't care. That I loved him.
And I wouldn't be able to show him that I was number one.
I'd never be able to make him realize that I was perfect for him, and that he loved me too.
But as I stripped off my clothes and allowed my wrists and ankles to be tied, I realized that there was no turning back, and no matter what I did, it was necessary.
Then, as the blindfold covered my eyes, forcing the world into a sickeningly black void. As a ball-gag was pushed into my mouth. I think, I'm going to hate the man who's going to do this to me. So much it will hurt.
