Fear is described as being afraid of someone or something that is likely to be dangerous, painful or threatening.
Yeah, I felt some high class fear at the moment.
Afanas dragged me down the hall, two men walked next to us.
Apparently I was a 'runner' and I was 'not to be trusted'.
Yeah, pretty much.
I swallowed down a whimper as we stood outside of a door, my chest heaved and I trembled.
Bodyguard stood outside of the door. They were huge. Their faces looked dead as they opened the door for us.
Inside was not what I thought it would be.
The room was massive and dark.
A large throne looking seat was in the center of the room, men upon men crowded into the room, their faces grim and scary. Many of the men appeared to be smoking weed. The smell consumed and dominated my nostrils, making my head spin.
It was a crowd of tattoos, guns and drugs.
I swallowed down another gasp of terror and saw their eyes on me.
At least a dozen men. A dozen faces staring at me.
I heaved as Afanas walked me to a group of girls.
Their faces were caked in makeup. Their bodies shoved into flimsy fabric.
You're not better than this. Don't try to be better than this.
The woman's words from earlier rang in my ears.
I shoved down all my tears and fears as Afanas shoved me next to the line of women.
"Vesti sebya." He growled in my ear. /"Behave"/
His cold hand released me and he walked away from me.
I stood next to a blonde girl. Her face was caked with dark makeup, her light green eyes were watery with tears.
She looked young. I felt my heart breaking apart as she glanced at me.
Her eyes were dead. They looked hopeless and broken. Like she had lost everything that ever mattered in her life.
She looked lifeless.
"What's your name?" I asked softly as I glanced around the room.
The throne that sat in the center remained unattended. The men that surrounded the room stared.
"I-Ingrid." She stuttered, her lips were cracked, dark lipstick covered the damaged skin.
"I'm Calla," I said softly.
She shook. Her body moved slightly towards me and I felt myself wanting to comfort her.
Something, anything. I was so at a loss.
I was losing and I couldn't do anything about it.
I glanced around her trembling frame. There were about seven other girls that stood. They all looked frightened, their eyes were glimmering with tears.
"How long have you been here?" I asked quietly.
Her eyes flickered to mine and look around nervously as if she was afraid of getting caught.
"A c-couple of days...m-more than others."
I nodded. "I just got here. How much did he pay for you?"
I know I was interrogating the poor girl but I needed to know something, anything. I needed to know why I was here, why I was purchased.
"Who?" Her voice was hushed.
"Sinister."
She stiffened next to me. Her eyes went wide.
"H-he didn't buy me. He doesn't buy anyone. I was.." She glanced around again. "I was taken and now I-I'm here, not many girls go to auctions."
I went to auctions.
Dread pooled through me.
What the fuck does that even mean!
"Did he buy you?" Her voice held a touch of concern.
I nodded.
She was about to say something else when the doors to the room suddenly slammed open and the devil himself walked in.
He didn't look to any of us. His eyes focused on the center of the room as he glided in.
His stance was confident, his eyes were steel and his face was cold.
His stance screamed power, his eyes begged gore.
I was scared as mother fucking shit.
The men straightened as he walked past, their eyes showed respect.
He sat in his seat at the front and time seemed to freeze.
Afanas walked into the room, followed by two other men.
They walked to where sinister sat and stood by his side. They spoke in a hushed tone and I cowered Ingrid's side.
"Alsehk." The devils voice suddenly boomed.
I flinched at his tone and stared as a man approached the front of the room.
He looked young, in his early twenties. He had a nice face, tan with light curls in his hair.
His eyes looked around nervously as he approached the center.
Sinister glared at him. His cold eyes were cool and calculated as he spoke.
"You broke omertà." He stated.
Everyone is silent.
What the fuck is omertà?
The young man's eyes went wide and he took a small step back. "No, sir. I-I didn't."
"Then why is there a certain whore wife of yours, telling her friends that her husband is in the mafia?"
The man raised his hands and shook his head vigorously, "No no no. E-Emma.." He stuttered his wife's name. "She doesn't know what she's talking about..."
An amused smile passed the devils lips.
But that smile held no humor. It was cruel and heartless.
"You broke omertà and your wife will be joining you soon."
There was the bang of a gun and silence.
The man fell to the floor. A single shot was embedded in his head, killing him instantly.
I felt myself gag as I watched a stream of blood pour from his lifeless body.
Sinister's eyes remained cold and indifferent. His cruel smile was still plastered on his face as he lowered his gun.
Ingrid heaved by my side as she turned away.
"I-I get sick t the sight of blood," She said shakily.
He lay his gun on his lap as he turned to Afanas and the other two men.
Before he started the conversation, he glanced to where I stood, his eyes didn't even look at me.
They settled on Ingrid.
"Clean this up. Now."
I felt her freeze next to me.
If she got sick cleaning this up, he'd kill her for sure.
She heaved and stepped back, her big green eyes avoiding looking at the body.
I saw her head shaking slowly and tears poured freely down her cheeks.
"I-I can't..."
I glanced at his bored face and my heart raced as I saw him reaching for his gun.
Fuck this shit.
I jumped in front of her just as he raised the gun.
"No!" I yelled as I stood, blocking her from the view.
My hands shook but I felt the fear pool out of me as he looked at me.
A glint of surprise crossed his eyes but it was gone in second.
His cold eyes clashed with my blue eyes and his face was stone.
I didn't break eye contact. His gun was still raised.
He could kill me, if he wanted to. I had never felt more useless and helpless, yet I felt weirdly strong.
I had never felt more vulnerable yet in control in my entire life.
An evil look crossed his face and as he spoke those two words, I knew my fate was sealed.
"Come here."
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