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Chapter 7

  • DAMON
  • My eyes blinked furiously as they opened. With difficulty, I adjusted my sight to accommodate the unusual brightness in the room.
  • As I took a quick look around the huge, space which would be empty if I wasn't there, I noticed a huge gap on the ceiling which gave sunlight a point of entry.
  • That was where the light was from.
  • The heavens must enjoy teasing me.
  • Other than the light that was focused on me, the remnant of the room was dark. I could barely see what lurked in the far corners but I felt a lot of negative energy which came with the musky smell that I was certain I wouldn't be forgetting soon.
  • Soon, I attempted to move my feet so that I could at least scurry for my freedom. Hitting the rusty iron door which was right in front of me didn't sound like a terrible idea. Or I could dump that crazy idea and save myself from getting into trouble by checking out the strange environment through the small bars the huge door had.
  • But, my feet wouldn't budge.
  • As the chair made scratchy noises thanks to my futile struggles, I soon realized that I was tied to the weird chair I was seated on. And yes, I was still wearing the useless rainbow mascot suit.
  • Thank God they removed the mascot's head in the car. Or else, I would have passed out from the crazy heat.
  • The ropes that held my hands and legs firmly were very strong and unlikely to get loose after a hundred budges. My incessant glaring would not make the binds come loose magically either.
  • I instantly gave up on the intention to undo my binds. As I heaved a deep sigh while a roll of sweat unfolded down to my cheeks, I closed my eyes for a moment to distract myself from the discomfort the bear bodysuit was giving me at that moment.
  • But that session was interrupted by the sound of a door being opened. As I listened carefully, I could deduce that the door that shielded me from the outside world was the last of many doors.
  • After about four sounds of slamming doors, I heard a voice speak. This voice sounded extremely angry as he said, "I hope the scum is awake, or else I would do it my way. I am hungry for blood anyway."
  • I gulped hard as I opened my eyes. Quickly and silently, I began to admonish myself to stay calm no matter what.
  • Yes, my blood might become another man's drink during dinner, but I must stay calm no matter what.
  • So, while I tucked my fear in a corner, I adjusted my position the best way I could and sat still, waiting for the worst to happen.
  • "I have a great idea," a slightly less deep voice contributed. After that, I heard a click- the unmistakable click that comes from a gun when it's being set. The shiver that sound sent through my body, ladies, and gentlemen, I can't explain it.
  • I wanted to scream or rather, for my safety, tell them I was awake as quietly as possible. But my mouth was not even trying to collaborate with me. It was like it wanted me dead at that moment.
  • "Here goes nothing."
  • Suddenly, the door was kicked open and a shot was fired.
  • In reaction, my eyes shut immediately while I prayed that the shot wasn't directed at me. I was fearfully waiting for the feeling of blood rushing out of my body while I gradually reached for death's hand.
  • But nothing happened. I didn't feel a thing.
  • The men who stood at the door started to laugh hard, their bass voices echoing in the room and almost shaking its foundation.
  • I let out a sigh of relief as I opened my eyes and checked my body for signs of hurt.
  • No blood. Check.
  • No bullet piercing a portion of my body. Check.
  • Nothing else weird. Check.
  • Once all that was established, I thanked the heavens that my life didn't end on that spot, in a meaningless manner.
  • But I didn't let go of the fact that I was likely to be wiped off at any moment.
  • A clicking sound that sounded like a woman's high-heeled shoes soon filled the space. I could hear the approaching footsteps more loudly as seconds flew past.
  • The footsteps silenced the hefty laughter and a blood-filled talk of the men positioned in front of the door.
  • They had been discussing a dude whose testicles they shot. They boasted about getting the 'target'. Their now silenced talks were filled with excitement.
  • And, I shivered with more fear as it occurred to me some more that I was really in the devil's den.
  • The person in heels sounded closer and I was almost certain in my mind that it was Miss Selena, the Dangerous Dame of Población.
  • With my lips sucked in, I waited for the worst to happen.
  • "Is he in there?" A feminine voice asked the men and I found myself craning my neck to see if she was really the one.
  • Strangely, something inside me was hoping a quick eye contact with her would make her reconsider her harsh decision.
  • But that stupid plan of mine came crashing as the person that entered the room turned out not to be Miss Selena.
  • I was sort of relieved to see the person in front of me who was dressed majorly in black.
  • Despite the feminine dressing and voice, his physique gave away his visible gender.
  • His shoulder-length black hair looked so sleek, that I felt a bit jealous. The center-parted hair was pressed well, it sat on the man's head properly.
  • As the man posed seductively, one of his knees jabbing the air, I noticed his black-coated fingernails which glistened in the room.
  • I had no idea how much I was staring at him until he smacked his lips. I tore my eyes off the numerous piercing he had on his left ear.
  • His lips which wore a purple shade moved as he asked, "I look pretty, don't I?"
  • My eyes went on to roam the man-gown he had on. Its leather looked sleek and matched his heeled boots perfectly.
  • While his fashion game was impressive though odd, my mind soon realized that he wasn't the person whose entry I feared.
  • Eyeing his masculine face which wore small false lashes, I managed to say, "Uh..."
  • As he flipped his beautiful hair which I was starting to think was a wig, he said, "I know I am pretty, you can't really blame me. I am just too good for this world."
  • I blinked as he wore a huge air of pride and stuck his nose in the air while he folded his arms across his chest.
  • With a blank look on my face, I decided to see the end of my present situation as fast as I can. "Who exactly are you?"
  • The earlier clicking sound filled the room as he moved closer. When he was right in front of me, his hands slithered over my hands which would have jumped out of that contact if they weren't caged by ropes.
  • Blinking hard and fast within micro-seconds, he stared right into my eyes, leaned his face a bit too close, and stayed that way. "I am the leader of The Pretties."
  • I made a sniffling sound to get rid of the effect of his thick and choking flowery scent.
  • "The Pretties?"