S a n i t y - {+18}

✧ 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄 ✧

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❁  s ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴛ  ❁

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         THE room was big and empty. A small light coming out of the window told him that the day was going to end so soon. A long tired sigh released from his chapped lips. He licked them slightly.

He moved his wrists across the tightly bounded ropes and tried to relax into the comfortable position he found. His eyes closed again as he hummed a tune.

To his much satisfaction the lock to the door clicked and door fell open. All the lights in the room turned on blinding him. Saint winced slightly. His eyes bore into the stranger.

"You are awake?" The stranger was surprised. Saint rolled his eyes at the level of his mentality and smiled.

"Cut that attitude. You are going to fu*king die!" The man sneered at him and took the long strides towards Saint. His fist collided with Saint's jaw in a swift manner. Saint laughed shortly but winced when the burn hurt.

"Forshadowing are we? Untie the ropes and let's see how you protect yourself with those chicken arms!" He smirked as the man's face became red with anger. He was about to punch Saint again but stopped when the gruff voice called him from behind.

"David leave him to me!" The voice held authority and power. Saint instantly knew who he was. David listened to him and took several steps back. Saint moved his gaze towards the enterance.

His jaw ticked as his fingers curled up in a fist. But his facial expressions remianed calm. His tongue darted out to lick the blood drop on his lip. His lips twitched.

Mr. Garrett nodded to one of his men and took a seat in front of Saint. The man moved to untie the ropes from his wrists and ankles. Sebestian's calculating eyes observed every little detail about him.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person Sir." Saint shot him his best smile and stretched on the chair to relieve his aching muscles. Sebestian let out an annoyed sigh and leaned back in his seat. His head nodded at him.

"I'm quite impressed that Rafaello just transferred his appearance to you, not brain unfortunately." He remarked. His fingers tapped on the armrest. Saint grinned.

"Drop that cheap attitude of yours. I'm wasting my time just to have a reasonable talk with you." Sebestian warned him calmly. Saint's eyes shone with amusement. He sighed dramatically and shook his head.

"Well, let's not waste time further. I have to go to see my baby. She must be thinking that I am dead. I don't want her precious tears to go waste over that." Sebestian's fingers curled up in the fists.

"Getting confident and acting cool may lead you towards your death sooner than you think, young boy. Stay away from my daughter or else. . ." Sebestian said. His jaw was ticking constantly at the way Saint was behaving.

Saint ran his fingers through his dark locks and gripped on the ends. His head tilted upwards as he smiled sadly.

"I just want someone to love me. . ."