Until Death, Do We Part

‎I stare intently into the eyes of the one who was sitting directly opposite me, totally ignoring the guy currently placing a gun right on my forehead. ‎He was too far, I want him closer so I can properly study his face. ‎ ‎I want to know why it is that as soon as our gazes meet I feel some sort of electricity running through me. I can't help but feel tiny goosebumps make their way onto my skin as i shiver in anticipation. ‎ ‎Anticipation of meeting the person I have so badly been hating on for so many years, because of his family I learned to understand what loss was for the first time in my life at such a young age, he also took the only thing left in which I treasured dearly and took away all my family and friends leaving me to suffer in the hands of a monster. ‎ ‎As I continue to stare into his eyes, I can't help but remember all the times I had sworn to get my revenge on him and the whole Satur's organization. ‎ ‎It hurts me to know that I can't take my revenge now because it's not what my goal is right now. ‎ ‎As much as it bugs me that I came here to seek protection from a horrible monster, I needed to secure my safety here and once I've done that and I'm assured that I'm safe then I can start my revenge and take the life of the person who took everything away from me. ‎ ‎I need to get my head back on track, I hate the way I'm feeling so I decide to blame it on either of these two things- ‎ ‎One, because I hated him so much that my brain is going through overdrive or ‎ ‎Two, because I was losing way too much blood that I could no longer decipher what I was feeling. ‎ ‎Although I couldn't see quite clearly, the lighting in this basement was not particularly the best, I still had a rough idea of what the person who was sitting opposite me looked like. ‎ ‎All I could really point out was that he had slick black hair, a perfectly sculpted face, chiseled jawline and beautiful eyes. ‎ ‎I try to study him some more but it's really hard. The only thing I could really tell even from a distance was that his whole demeanor reeked of power, affluence and strength which should cause fear in his victims instantly and also the fact that he was sexy, way too sexy for my own good. ‎ ‎I worry about myself as I sit there and watch him stare at me blankly. He should really be thankful for his luck because if it weren't for the ropes tying me down and maybe this entire situation, the possibility that i might jump his bones or maybe even slit his throat would be quite high. ‎ ‎I know all my words are contradicting each other and these are all the wrong words to be saying especially when my life is being threatened but I am the type of person who lives in the moment. I mean when else am i ever going to experience such a glorious and beautiful moment like this. It's rare to have the opportunity to admire the beautifully sculpted face of your kidnapper and number one enemy. ‎ ‎It physically hurts to know that the guy I despise happens to be so fine. I hate myself for not being able to resist his appeal. I could stay here all day to be honest, just staring into my abductor's eyes which If I hadn't said before is quite a sight to behold and to get lost in. ‎ ‎We have been in this position for about 15 minutes, he was sitting on a nice sofa with another dude hanging on the edge of the sofa and then there's me sitting on a wooden chair tied up, a gun to my head with my life on the line. ‎ ‎His expression holds nothing as he gazes at me but I still feel the look of curiosity in his eyes as he scrolls through my body. ‎ ‎"You ready to talk yet?" He finally speaks up cueing for the guy beside me to further press the tip of the gun against my forehead causing me to flinch a little due to the coldness of the tip of the gun. ‎ ‎"It depends on your definition of talking cause my love with this mouth, we could do so much more" I tease, my lips pulling up into a well deserved smirk. I mean who else can come up with something so quick-witted at such a wrong moment. ‎ ‎Though not referring to the dude beside me, the gun is immediately deepened into my scalp, so deep that i think he's trying to make a dent into my skull. I give the dude a side glance to see his eyebrows creased in obvious annoyance. I don't think he likes my jokes very much. ‎ ‎On the other hand the dude opposite me just tilts his head to the side a little, very sexily by the way, trying to get a read of me. ‎ ‎"I'm not sure what you think you're here for or maybe you just may have forgotten where you are cause clearly you think whatever is happening right now is a joke but I'd love to be the one remind you that you don't even know the gravity of s**t you have put yourself into" he threatens again his eyes getting darker and darker as he uttered every word. ‎ ‎"Oh I know, I know so very well. I mean for the boss himself to come down this disgusting basement in his full glory to meet me. Of course it must be important. Kinda makes me feel like a celebrity, doesn't it?" I say again playfully, trying my best to act as obnoxious as possible. ‎ ‎The more confused and irritated they are, the more his curiosity is piqued, I needed him curious enough to be able to accept whatever information I throw at him later on. The situation being entertaining is just a beautifully added bonus to me. ‎ ‎"You stole from me, you stole from us! Who hired you?" He questions choosing to ignore my earlier comment. ‎ ‎"It's crazy cause I keep telling you all my side of the story but no one seems to believe me, at this point you might as well just shoot me right now and spare me all the interrogation bullshit. " ‎ ‎"And what is the side of the story you say you've been telling?" ‎ ‎"Uhhh, I hate to have to repeat this for the hundredth time but I told them already that I got bored, needed some money for you know girls stuff and picked a random account." I say relaying what I have been saying for the past 72 hours. ‎ ‎"That's rather a stupid excuse, you can't just impulsively decide to steal and pick any account which just happens to be ours" the guy who had been sitting at the edge of the sofa snickering at me decides to finally open his mouth. ‎ ‎Since I didn't know his name I'm going to refer to him as 'cute blondie', cause if it wasn't clear enough, he is cute and has blonde hair. ‎ ‎"It does sound like a bad excuse but it's not impossible. Look, I'd hate to break it to you but your account isn't under some kind of invisible cloak or whatever. You are on one of the list of accounts that has a significant amount in it. I didn't think a few dollars would get you so riled up, I mean you pride yourself to be what? The strongest organization? And yet you get so moody when a few dollars is taken out of it. Are you guys struggling financially or something? Are you going bankrupt?" I question. ‎ ‎I mean the plan was to steal from them and make them notice me but I didn't think it would actually work out as well as it did. I thought even if I did catch their attention they'd just shoot me right on the spot but they brought me in and decided to investigate me which couldn't have been any better. ‎ ‎To be honest, what I have been saying has been partly true. Although I had a main reason for stealing from them, I ended up being in need of money at the time since I hadn't been given any money ever since the take over and also due all and the money from my last escapade running out quicker than I'd imagined. ‎ ‎Am I still leaving out vital information, yes, do they need to know that though, no. ‎ ‎"A million dollars is what you call a few dollars? You don't seem to know the value of money" cute blondie says getting up to move closer to me. ‎ ‎"Oh come on, you guys had up to a trillion in there, which I'm sure is just one of your many accounts. Can't a girl borrow a few? Besides you guys spend lavishly too. I mean spending close to 100k in a club all in one go? That's messed up" I say purposely slipping up at the last part so they'd know I'd been monitoring them. ‎ ‎I don't think they'd be foolish enough to buy my first excuse of a story but just in case they do, with what I've just said they wouldn't be able to buy it anymore. ‎ ‎"So you do admit to watching us. You know for things like this we give such criminals a befitting punishment. A person doesn't just randomly wake up one day and decide to stalk an organization for who knows how long and then steals from them. It's a carefully cut out plan which I don't think you would have brought up by yourself, you don't have a motive, past beef or record of you anywhere under our organization as a plausible threat. So to wake up a random morning and decide to be a threat? Bullshit" he completes no longer seated, now standing really close to me, his face getting closer as he spoke. I could feel his breath on my skin every time he spoke a word or took a breath causing goosebumps to appear all over my skin. ‎ ‎The tension between us growing as the proximity between us decreases. He doesn't for a second look away from me, my eyes never leaving his either. ‎ ‎I am not one to back down from a challenge. ‎ ‎"We might as well just kiss don't you think?" I whisper bringing my face even closer, the tip of the gun still not budging from the side of my head. ‎ ‎It doesn't take a second before cold hands wrap around my throat tightly, causing me to lose my breath almost immediately. ‎ ‎I choose not to struggle or show any sign of weakness even though his hold keeps getting tighter and tighter with every passing second. ‎ ‎His eyes though beautiful were void of any emotions just pure darkness almost like a black hole sucking whatever got too close in. ‎ ‎The look he has on resembles a killer ready to end the life of whoever stands in his way and though I didn't want to think about it, a part of me wonders if this was the same look he had on when he killed my dad. ‎ ‎