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“I willneverthank you for anything. You’re a horrible person.”
“You know, you might want to be a little nicer to me, considering your life is in my hands.”
“What am I even doing here? Who are you working for? What’s the fucking end game here?”
“Ahh, yes. You know, I’ve been waiting for you to ask that one. Who am I working for? My boss is Don Carlos. Do you know who Don Carlos is? I’ll tell ya.”
He walks closer to me and leans down so that his mouth is next to my ear, and I can smell his rancid breath.
“Don Carlos is the drug lord who killed your father.”
He backs away and stares at me, waiting for a reaction. My blood boils.
I try not to give him that satisfaction, but my anger gets the best of me. I can’t believe that this guy is connected with the sick fuck that killed my Dad. In this moment, I want to scream, yell, and hurt someone, very, very badly. But most of all, I just really want to fucking cry. This is too much. I don’t want to be here anymore.
“How did you know about that?” I manage to sputter out.
“Honey, I knoweverythingabout everyone that sets foot into the Wiggle Jiggle. Did you really think we wouldn’t find out who you were? We’re professionals- why do you think we’ve gone this long without getting caught?”
Another chuckle. Man, this guy’s laugh alone really makes me want to punch him in the balls.
“anyway,Becky, it’s the end of the line for you. Peter’s money will be all mine in less than a couple hours. You’ve been deemed unnecessary by my boss. Which means that I can do anything I want to you as long as it ends with you being buried next to your pathetic father-”
“Don’t talk about him, do not talk about my father!” I scream, tears running down my face. I try moving my hands to hit him, not caring about the pain that gives me.
He grabs my neck.
“Donotinterrupt me,” he whispers, tightening his grip around my neck and spitting on my face as he talks.
“Oh, Becky Becky Becky,” he trails a finger up my thigh, and I recoil as much as I can under these ropes.“I am going to havesomuch fun fucking-”
There’s a loud commotion upstairs, like what sounds like people fighting.
He looks from the stairs to me, seeming to decide something. He makes his way to the stairs, and something tells me that whatever’s going on upstairs might be the thing that saves me.
