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|34| 𝒬𝓊ℯ𝓈𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃ℴ 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌ℯ𝓇𝓈

I don't want to be in Russia.

Well, I don't want a lot of things but
most of this is out of my control.

This is his room, it smells like his
stupid expensive cologne and
Lavender, which is probably coming
from the candle on his nightstand

I don't know what to do, he probably
has some sick plans that involve sex,
that's the only reason I would be in his bedroom. I won't stay still this time.

I know there is a gun in the nightstand
drawer on this side of the bed.
I can't decide if I should just go ahead
and get it out, he might've taken it out
when he put me in here.

Aleksander usually thinks things
through, which has
been the biggest problem I have.

This bed is so comfortable though,
I almost don't want to
get up, but I need to get out of here,
it might not be too difficult,
if I'm lucky he'll underestimate me
and I will be on the next plane out.

Sleeping definitely helped, even though
I didn't want to fall asleep
on his plane, it happened; although
it's probably for the better, now I have
more energy so I can get out of here.

For some reason I'm not uncomfortable
in here, I don't believe it has anything
to do with him, I think it's because
I finally saw him, and it wasn't that bad.

He doesn't scare me, his mafia is
a different story, they don't
like me, which isn't surprising but
they could convince him
to torture me in inhumane ways,

like listening to him speak.

His bedroom door opens,
revealing the devil himself,
unbuttoning his shirt.

That has blood all over it...

My heart starts to race and I realize
I need to get the gun now,
I open the drawer and pull
it out swiftly, I point to where he was

but he's gone.

I get out of bed quickly and instantly
get dizzy because of this stupid injury.
I slowly walk toward the bathroom, assuming he went in there; the only
other place is the closet, Now
that I think of it that's more likely;

But I'm already next to the bathroom
so I might as well check in here first.
I slowly put my head around the corner
and look around. I carefully
move the gun where my eyes sight goes.

"Who are you looking for?" I hear
him whisper right beside my ear,
I turn around and react very quickly,
but so does he. I shoot the gun. He
moves the gun before it fires making
the bullet hit the dresser mirror.