He Needs Me (Wattys 2020)

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To cut a long story short I'm in a musty basement with a tiny source of light. My body is tied against the wall with comfortable leather gloves, my feet aren't even touching the ground.

As soon as we reached Andrei dragged me to the basement by my arm, not 1 word was exchanged, after he tied me up he left. Could have guessed he's into this kinky shit.

I do wonder what he has in store for me, I directly went against his orders,  I threw a radio at him, told him to suck a hairy gorilla toe. Oh yeh I fucked it big time.

I crushed that little ego of his to pieces and I don't think he'll allow me to get away with it.

My thoughts were disrupted by the door, it was slammed open. The light from outside shone brightly on the intruder, Andrei.

He changed his outfit, well slightly. He's now rocking a plain white shirt with slacks, his blazer gone. Well who can torture in a blazer, it gets a little annoying......I'm guessing.

"Now this can go 2 ways, either you tell me where you hid the Mona Lisa or I'll use this knife to hurt you like you've never been hurt before" he stated whilst pulling the blade from his pocket, I eyed his facial expressions cautiously. There's no hint of emotion or even anger which means he's in full on psychopath mode.

Am I still going to mess with him?
Yes.

Am I crazy?
Fuck yes.

Rolling my eyes I looked up at the mouldy ceiling with a dramatic sigh.

"Hey remember when you didn't let me out of the car and I said if you don't I'll steal the Mona Lisa and burn her? Yup I did just that" I stated with at massive smile, the nerves are still running through my body but I'm
able to cover them up. Andrei twisted the knife within his hold as he slowly approached me.

The power within his strides adding to my fear.

"It was honestly a simple question" he mumbled, the knife slowly tracing down my cleavage, I couldn't help but shiver, there's a cold knife in between my boobies. 

Andrei pushed the knife harder, I winced in sudden pain. The edge of the knife pierced through my breast tissue. Don't cry bitch, I yelled internally. I can't give him the happiness.

Removing my gaze from the bleeding titty I looked at him, he's staring at me too.  A confused  look floating around his brown orbs. It's like he is surprised I'm not crying or begging him to stop.

" ma hu alkhata maeia , limadha 'adhhab 'iilayha bshwl?" He muttered, my confusion only became stronger, sir I don't  know arabic.

Translate: what the fuck is wrong with me, why am I going so easy on her.

Andrei slowly took the knife away from my body and closed the minimal distance between us, his breath hitting my forehead harshly. What is he going to do, I thought worriedly.

"Eehira, this is how it's going to go." He grabbed my cheek gently forcing my light brown eyes to look into his chocolatey ones.

"Your going to tell me where the painting is, if not I will not hesitate to kill your father and friends" he growled, that's when the colour from my face drained, I can't let anything happen to them. No matter what.

With a tired sigh I closed my eyes in deep thought.

I know Jamal can protect them, I know but God I don't want anyone to be troubled. I don't want anyone to be hurt because of me. It's selfish, I don't want to do that again.

"If I tell you where it is will you let me go home?" I asked, this caught his attention. Andrei dropped my face and stepped back a little, a smirk taking over his features.

"Your never leaving me Ya Hayati"