•F A T E• ➪𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤 x 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"The First Murder"

*Samuel pov*

...

I slowly open my eyes to the blurry surroundings, I could feel pain run from the center of my stomach throughout my entire body.

I tried to get up but I was immediately forced back down, my body wouldn't move like how I wanted it to.

'where the fuck am I...'

A migraine that felt like someone was gliding a knife inside my head increased everytime I attempted movement or thought about what was happening . I tried holding my head only to realise my hands were tied down.

Adjusting my vision so that I could know what was going on, I looked down at the thick rope that hugged my waist and trapping my arms so tightly. In that moment I was even afraid of it restricting the blood flow.

"Goodmorning sweet cheeks, glad you're finally up."

The voice cut through all the thoughts that had invaded my mind , as I looked up to see where it was coming from.

I saw  golden eyes and pearly whites, shining down on me. And immediately knew what this prick did.

"Where's (y/n)"

I growled as all the memories from before coming racing back as soon as I saw his face.

"Easy, you should be worried about yourself first."

He reached to grab my hair and then pulled me up to his face.

I winced in pain when he had now added to the headache that was already tormenting me.

"..Besides, I'm the one who'll be asking the questions here."

His voice was deadly and I couldn't shake the feeling of fear upon hearing it.

"I wanna know, where did you get that address from? If you tell me , I'll consider going easy on ya."

'address? What address? Does he mean the one in my notebook...wait, so that means this place is-'

"HEY!! Answer up fuckward, I don't have all damn day."

I smirked, it was ridiculous seeing how antsy he was to find out what I knew. If I could just mess with him , I could maybe use something against him.

"Ha, why should I tell you. If anyone's a fuckward, it's you. You obsessed crazy bastard!"

I spat in his face , and grinned like an idiot. If others found out I was missing, they'd eventually come looking. I really didn't care about my own life , only (y/n)'s safety is what matters the most.

The red head threw me on the ground and started stomping away at my ribs.

The pain stretched on and I could've sworn he'd at least broken six by now.

Just when I thought I'd die here, he stopped and spared me some oxygen, although I couldn't comfort my abdomen.

I dared a look at the maniac and what I saw on his face scared me to almost piss my pants.

The red bastard was grinning like some sicko. He was looking at me like some freak. His pupils were huge, almost wild like some mutt in heat as I watched him perspire and breathe heavily.

'Crazy Asshole' screamed across his features.I felt terrified by the person who was hovering over me. Panting like some wacko.

'Just what the fuck is going on, who is this bastard'

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*(Y/n) pov*

'ugh, this is taking forever... When the hell is someone going to bring some damn food! I can't think of an escape plan on an empty stomach'