Isabella Davis: She's sweet she's pretty and she has a heart of gold. Don't get tricked by her sweetness though, you say one thing out of line whether it's bad or rude and this girl will literally not wait a second before firing back a snarky ass co...
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My eyes begin to slowly flutter open. As I fully regain my vision I noticed that I was in a very dark room.
I look around the room and see no windows, I'm in a room with concrete walls and floors, a singe light bulb, cold room with the bed I'm sitting on in the middle along with a big heavy looking metal door. And no way out.
"All you need to know is, you need to die. You don't belong here" He stands there and walks out the room shutting the door behind him. Huh?
I look back at my wrists and frown when I see some blood, my wrists are red, swollen with some blood dripping to my hands.
Well great. Amazing really. Oh your totally gonna die
Consy shut the fuck up.
There's probably like a hundred people that want you de- No
I feel a shiver crawl down my spine from the cold temperature of the room, I swear the temperature just dropped even more. I look to the ends of the bed where the ropes are tied and look to see if there's any way I could get out.
But before I could do anything the door opens, Ares walks in with a tray in his hands. He closes the door and walks to the bed.
"Why are you doing this? I don't even know you"
"Sweetheart your a down worlder. You don't deserve to live" he looks at me with zero emotion in his eyes.
"Your just jealous because I'm more powerful than you" I smirk
He just glares at me and grabs the knife from the tray.
"What are you doing"
"I'm gonna show your little mommy and big brother what they're missing out on"
"You leave my family alone!" I shout
He holds the knife across my throat and stares at me.
God those green eyes, his curly black hair. He's dressed in a black button up top with a black blazer and black dress pants along with black dress shoes.
He pulls up the sleeves to his blazer revealing the tattoos on his arms. They looked like symbols. Were those the runes Eve was talking about?
Quit checking him out Isabella. Your being held captive and all your doing is admiring the man who is going to kill you.
Am not!
Yes you are
"Bitch" he slaps my face causing my cheek to hurt feeling the burning sensation
He just smacked me. Nooo really.
"That is so going to bruise"
"I. don't. give. a. fuck." he spits his words at me nice and slowly.
