Suicide Pair ||closed with pesteringjester||
@pesteringjester
Stupid. She’d been so stupid. Somehow, these bastards managed to trace several murders back to her. No idea how, but she had to have been careless, otherwise it was impossible. Right?
It was the same lecture she played in her head every hour she was awake. How long she’d been locked up in this cage, she didn’t know, but her guess was at least a few weeks. She stopped counting the number of times she was fed after 13, even though it was impossible to ignore. All hours of the day, she was kept with a pair of chains on her wrists; she was free to move until it was feeding time. They were pulled back, preventing her from moving. “Can’t have you using the soup to escape” they said. The air was even kept extremely dry, and they purposefully left her on the verge of dehydration. Just to be safe.
Once again, her chains were pulled back, but rather than a bowl being held to her face, her cage door was unlocked. Genevieve’s head shot up and met the eyes of a hard-faced woman.
“We have over a dozen guns trained on you,” she threatened. “You make one move we deem dangerous, we end you.”
Genevieve curled her lip back but remained silent.
“Since we have an understanding,” the woman said.
She waved her hand, and Genevieve’s chains were slackened. The demi-demon pushed herself to her feet and kept her hands lowered, not wanting to risk death.
“Follow him,” the woman ordered, pointing backward at the military-outfitted man that stood behind her with an assault rifle in hand.
Genevieve did as she was told, her face emotionless as her eyes darted to everything around her, assessing the situation. There seemed no way to escape, even as she was led down a hallway toward the outdoors and the threatening woman left their group.
