VII

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 up is hell.

My arm is sore, my throat is dry, and my mind feels like it will explode at any given moment. My eyes open then shut. Open then shut. The light is too much. I groan and attempt to sit up before a slap comes out of nowhere and a sharp sting assails me.

My eyes force themselves open, and I stare at the culprit. An unfamiliar face stares back at me through indignant eyes. His eyes looked inhuman. Two empty black holes replaced what should be a window of morality. "What the fuck was that for?!" I yell, pushing my body as far away from him as I can. "You killed one of our best men." He growls. I stare at him in disbelief until coming to a realisation.

I really did kill one of them.

Good for me.

"If he was one of your best then clearly you need better men." I say, snickering at him. His furious expression tells me all I need to know as he pulls me towards him and forces my head against the wall. "I'm not going to give you what you want." I spit, just so managing to force the words out before my head is slammed into the wall. A throbbing ache submerses me but I show no signs of pain.

I know that I have to be smart in situations like this. I have to lead them on with the smallest of truths, until they become desperate. Desperation is a weakness. And that is exactly what I need to bring out in them.

The guard storms out of the room, slamming the door on the way out, and I am once again left alone in sheer silence. I take this opportunity to assess my surroundings.

The room is small, barely fitting a bed and a few chairs in. I stand up and creep my way over to the door to listen in for any sounds or noises.

"Why don't we just take her to Luca now?"

"We can't. He will kill us. We need her to talk first."

Huh?

Luca? Who the fuck is Luca? I lean in closer to the door before it is abruptly kicked in. The door swings open and collides with the wall besides it. I duck behind a chair, keeping myself out of view.

"I don't want any funny business, Demise." A different guard calls out.

Demise. I repeat the word in my head over and over.

Memories from the past come flooding back to me all at once, enveloping my entire body in numbness.

Demise. The most feared person in New York. Nobody knew my face back then, only my title. Coming back after five years of absence, I wasn't going to hide anymore. And most importantly, I wasn't going to be defined by a stupid name.

I wiped out hundreds of people and was sent on a new job almost every single day. I loved killing people. Some things never change, I still find satisfaction in hurting those who deserve it.

I clench my fists and stand up, exposing myself to the guard. "Don't fucking call me that!" I spit.

"Oh you don't get to make demands, sweetheart." The guard voices. That tears it. I storm up to him and roundhouse kick him in the stomach. He falls back but quickly steadies himself. He lunges forward and grabs both my arms, holding them behind my back and pinning me in place. "Don't touch me." I snap, attempting to wriggle free from his grip.

No words. No orders. Just the familiar sting from a needle in my right arm.

And it all went black again.

***

I awake to complete and utter darkness. My eyes don't object like they would do for light, they stay fully open. I raise my hand but it is stopped by some sort of barricade. I feel around me and come in contact with restrictions from each and every side.

Trapped. I am trapped.

First comes panic. My hand desperately tries to break through the barrier, but to no avail. I scratch at the coffin-like box, trying to seek a way out, but nothing happens.

Second comes realisation. I'm here for a reason. My purpose is to feed them information. It will infuriate them to know that my purpose wont be fulfilled. I'm not telling these assholes anything.

I bang on the wood and scream every single curse word in history, before the lid to the box is swung open. I don't wait. I spring out of the box and assault the guard with my fist. He tries to hold me down but I continue beating him.

My fist strikes his face over and over before I hear the satisfaction of a crack, and pull away. I stare down at the guard, blood leaking from his nose and dripping onto his shirt. "Now YOU are going to talk." I spit.

He doesn't reply, nor move, he just lays still and stares at me. "Why am I really here?" I question.

He coughs some blood before finally moving his head backwards slightly. "Luca would kill me if I told you."

"Luca who?" I question.

"Luca Martínez."

I wait for something to click inside of my brain, but nothing happens. The name means nothing to me.

"Last chance. Tell me what he wants." I demand, wrapping my hand around his throat. His silence only makes me grip harder... And then harder. "N..o." He mouths, forcing me backwards. He may be stronger but I'm angrier. I back him to the wall and don't even realise how hard I'm squeezing before his eyes begin to flutter shut and a final grunt escapes his mouth.

Another dead man.

I stand up, hands on hips, looking down at the perished man on the floor. The old me is still inside, part of Demise still lives.

Demise. The killer. The assassin. Just my name alone caused chaos.

The scary part is, I don't feel remorse for my actions. I don't care about my victims, nor do I care if they have a family or kids back home.

I kneel down and grab the stiff guard's arms. I drag him across the floor and position him directly in front of the door. Next, I rest his corpse against the back of a chair so he is able to freely sit up, and place his arms either side of him.

These fuckers will be in for a shock when they come back into this room.

I smile to myself, imagining the guards reactions when they flood into the room, one by one. I imagine the seething looks that will cross their faces upon realising another one of their men has been taken down. Taken down by me.

I wait at the edge of the bed, tapping my foot up and down on the wooden panelling, gazing at the closed door. Seconds turn into minutes and I find myself still waiting.

Five minutes pass.

My eyes dart to the upper right corner of the room and spot a camera, flashing green. I don't react, just wave brassily and smile at it.

Five minutes quickly turn into ten.

I am about to move when the door suddenly flies open and two guards step in. They look at me as I point down to the floor and their eyes follow my finger, falling on the dead body.

They glance to each other, shake their heads, and stride towards me. They grab both of my arms and as one forces my arms upwards, the other chains my hands to a pole hanging from the roof. I don't put up a fight. I let them chain me up.

"He's dead." I mock, reminding them of the corpse on the floor. "You will be soon if you don't fucking talk." A guard dressed in all black yells. I snicker and shake my head. "Am I supposed to be afraid? I know you can't kill me, how else would you get the information you are so desperate for?" I question, calling their bluff.

They pull the chains, suspending me from the ceiling, and take a step away. "We may not be able to kill you. But that doesn't stop us from hurting you." The other guard says. That's the first time I've heard him speak. He sounds younger than the others, and looks noticeably slimmer.

"Go ahead." I spit.

I expect them to beat me, kick me, punch me. Instead, they simply walk out.

Leaving me alone, once again.

------------------------------------------------------ EVERYTHING WILL MAKE SENSE SOON!!!

Also I am loving Milana and how she will defend herself no matter what.

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