Damn good

He had just not held a gun in front of my face! I licked my lips nervously and looked around briefly for an escape route. I discovered the other man with the many piercings on his face, who was leaning against the wall and grinning broadly at me. He made no move to help me, just watched what would happen next.

With his appearance, my possibility of escape sank to zero. I might have escaped one, but two? Oh god, where did I end up here?

"Hm, how about I call you Red? That suits you. ”The handsome boy changed the weapon into the other hand and took a few steps to the side to cut off any escape route for me. The barrel pointed at my forehead the whole time. He paid as little attention to his colleague as I did. “Red, all over again. What are you doing here?"

"Grace," I finally managed to get across my lips. My heart beat up to my neck. If I just answered and satisfied him, then maybe he would let me live. "My name is Grace, not Red."

"Grace." He