give it your all or die trying to escape

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Chapter 3: give it your all or die trying to escape

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The inside of the room is quite boring, an unexpected view for Althea.

It is her first time seeing anything past the velvet doors, she is not quite sure why she hoped for something a bit less mundane.

Warm yellow light shines on the walls covered by a fading red wallpaper, there is only a double sized bed in the middle of the room and a small bed side table with a single bottle of whiskey and a glass.

No mirrors, no art, nothing.

It is just a regular room.

The man sitting on the bed looks intently at Althea sending a shiver down her every nerve and turning her muscles into stone.

He is quite handsome with his sharp jawline and his toned body that shows even under a suit, nobody would dare to say he isn’t attractive; his eyes are the one place Althea can’t stop looking at.

Those big round eyes, full of excitement like a little kid's eyes would be but also they are cold and calculating. The duality throws Althea into confusion because she doesn’t know what to expect.

It feels like her every move is being monitored, from her chest rising unevenly at the rhythm of her breathing to the vein in her neck expanding and contracting almost invisibly to let the blood flow.

I just wanted to dance.

“I loved your dance, Althea” the man says with a raspy voice.

“You weren’t the only one,” She answers without thinking.

The second the words leave her lips, she regrets them. She opens her eyes in panic and stays quiet hoping this is just a bad dream or praying the man didn’t hear it.

He lifts an eyebrow and looks at the blonde, amused.

“Well, I suppose that is true. You gave quite a performance.”

“Yeah.”

Her tone is cutting and she is not sure why but she can't control her need to defy her buyer. Anyone sane would try to appease the threatening looking guy, try to speak sweetly and beg for mercy though Althea can’t find the strength needed to pray anymore, exhausted from fear pooling in her stomach.

The need to fight takes over her again, fuelling his biting tongue.

“My name is Diaz,” He says standing from the bed and grabbing Althea’s chin forcing her to look at him. “What’s yours, angel?”.

“Althea, actually. Angel is the one with blue hair,” She answers. “You might want to ask for her instead.”

A chuckle escapes Diaz’s lips, unamused.

“You’re a feisty one I see,” he says grinning. “I don’t dislike it however, you were also quite pricy. Your fans’ bids kept increasing and I had to spend more than I was expecting to."

Diaz snaps his fingers twice which makes the man who fetched him from the changing room move from his stand post by the door to get behind Althea.

She tries to turn her head to stay vigilant on both threats but the man holds her chin with more strength.

Althea brings her hand up to slap the other’s hand away and face the man who is standing behind her when she feels cold metal pressing against the back of her head.

She freezes, her hand midway in the air.

“This is Ronan,” introduces Diaz with a sweet smile.

Ronan gives the man a surprised look but doesn’t say anything.

“He is ready to blow your brains out, so I wouldn’t anger him.”

Diaz leaves a light kiss on Althea’s soft cheek before sitting back on the bed.

“This is how it’s gonna work, Althea,” says the brunette rolling the last word mockingly. A sly grin forms on his lips as he talks. “I have two hours before I have to go back to business and that means that you have that time to prove you're worth all the money I paid.”

“What—what if—I can’t?” Althea’s voice breaks slightly due to the knot sitting comfortably in her throat.

In a silent response the gun gets pushed harder against her skull. She gets the message loud and clear.

Oh, right.

He is here to to make me submit.

“I am sure you will give it your all tonight,” answers Diaz

The unmistakable sound of a bullet being pushed inside the chamber echoes in Althea’s ear.

She just wanted to dance.

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TBC