6 | Under Emerald Gaze

♪♪ Enemy • Imagine Dragons × J.I.D

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LILAH

I THRASH in the tight hold of the monsters. The monster I call Mom, keeps smacking my face with a vengeance, making me lament in agony. Robert is looking at me with teary eyes but neither he bulges nor does he speak as if he's pinned on his spot by some supernatural potency. But the anger inside him is diaphanous as quartz, fists and jaw clenched hard, eyes bloodshot with tears.

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Go and bring money for us!" The monster I call Dad, yells, twisting my arm as I cry out in torment.

"No, no! Robbie, don't leave me! They'll kill me!" I scream and try to approach him pushing my parents but my mother grabs a fistful of my hair and throws me on the couch.

"But I have to go. I'll come back for you, I promise." Robbie's voice cracks like the way he's breaking from inside.

"Go Robert! Or we'll kill her!" Mom shouts, tightening her hold on my neck and making me struggle to breathe.

Tears spills from my aching eyes. I look at Robbie with my blurry vision. I shake my head furiously, inhibiting him silently from leaving me alone in the hands of monsters.

"I'll come back for you, if not, just think that I'm dead. Be strong and stay safe, Li."

No, no, no!

He didn't come back even though it's been five years.

No!

He's not dead!

I choke out of breath and whimper as a huge amount of cold water's thrown on me. I hiss as pain shot through my wounds when the cold water kisses them hard.

This time, neither my hands and legs are tied, nor am I sitting on a chair in the same room but I'm half lying on the ground in an unfamiliar room as the concrete wall pushing up my back a bit. Exquisite pain shoots through my left arm when I regain all of my senses, I comprehend I was shot on the arm, for the first time in my life.

Well, the experience's extremely unpleasant, horrifying and terrible.

The wound is deep enough to die from bleeding within twenty four hours.

"Ona ne spit." A male voice speaks as if he's informing something to someone, making me raise my wobbly lowered head as my gaze meets the familiar curly head, bald head and the buzz cut. [Russian- She's awake.]

There are also three unfamiliar faces joined, one of them is a woman, glaring down at me as if I pissed on their face.

I recognize the woman, who is hissing at me like an angry snake, is Landon's girlfriend Katherine. And girl, she's scarier than the pictures. The black tattoos on her face almost make her look like a burned woman.

Smell of rotten flesh and blood, the soggy bottom and the nebulous luster are doing nothing but making me weaker. In a corner, a pair of thick ferrous chains with shackles are hanging from ceiling to mid air. I suddenly feel an urge to feel so lucky because they didn't hang me there, at least for now.

Whatever, my situation is worse than that.

The door of the dimly lit room opens lazily, sending a cold shiver throughout my veins which I don't know why. All I can see is a pair of expensive and shiny black shoes making their way inside as the figure is confined by the intimidating Russian pythons standing semicircular before me.

As soon as everyone notices the unfamiliar figure, they instantly slit to make a path for him, bowing their heads as the man is a king and they're his slaves.

When the tall figure is finally out of the dark, my hazel eyes meet those lustrous emerald green eyes, pinning me on my spot. I feel my heartbeat stops.

The figure is taller than everyone in the room, standing with his intimidating glory and empyrean beauty. Expensively polished and tailored black suit's hugging his muscular body as if it's made particularly for him, black shirt beneath, black tie and a shiny Rolex embracing his wrist lovingly. Those big veiny hands and long fingers with silver rings could bring a woman on their edge without an effort.

And I'm not that woman.

When I stare back to those emerald eyes, they're already observing me unwaveringly the same way as mine, giving me a chance to trail my eyes on the glowy pale skin, sharp prominent jaws that could cut your skin, straight nose, thick lashes and brows, perfectly combed zed black hair which is cut short on the sides but left long on top, and lastly a pair of slightly parted pink luscious lips.

I expected the boss to be an old grandpa, who'll look like a pile of trash and smell like shit. But the man is so far from my imagination, he's unrealistically handsome, sexy and intimidating.

Bitch, you're shamelessly staring.

Heat starts creeping on my neck and cheeks as I instantly removed my gaze from the unrealistic Russian beauty with a pounding heart. But his gaze never leaves from my petite form, instead it stopped on my enormous tits, making me self-conscious. I follow his gaze and meet my now bloodied and torn pink shirt that's giving a painfully clear view of my pink lacy bra cups to everyone.

Nice. I'll die in embarrassment before they can kill me.

"What's your name?" A smooth like butter voice suddenly ask with the thick Russian accent, tearing the heavy tension of the room, making me snap my head to him. And girl, am I still alive? He has the finest euphonious voice I've ever heard in the twenty years of my life.

"Alice Hamilton." I lie with no hesitation.

But my heart starts pounding so hard that I could feel it in my throat.

Rule number one- never let your enemy sense your fear and weakness.

"As in Alice Hamilton, the renowned US toxicologist who died fifty-four years ago?" There's no humor in his voice but the coldness is about to freeze my wounded body.

Brilliant.

"No." I grit out. My voice is hoarse as I feel my mouth become dry.

He sighs deeply before pulling out his android phone from his pant pocket with those sexy long fingers before tapping them on it with full concentration.

I wonder how they would feel on my burning skin, gosh, what am I even thinking?!

"Lilah Montgomery, works in a coffee shop and nothing?" The man frowns before tearing his gaze from the phone and looking at me with amusement.

And he isn't surprised?

Of course, I changed my surname after moving to NY. I was so in love with my first name to change it. And Joshua helped me to clear all my past records from the universe. I'm now just Lilah Montgomery, a simple twenty years old girl who works in a coffee shop.

"Kill her."

All of a sudden, the Russian beauty let out the two deadly words so softly as if he's promising a kid to buy them chocolates, making me gasp in horror.