Veleno

Chapter 7

Amelia's POV

He tossed the gun in his hands as he removed all the bullets

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I looked at him confused. Was he just trying to scare me with his gun?

He then proceeded to put just one single bullet in it as he secured the gun. He looked back at me and instantly a smirk plastered his face.

This bastard is feeding off on my fear.

He removed the safety lock and carelessly put the gun between us, as it softly landed on the bed.

“Now princess,” he said. “The rules are simple. You pick up the gun, point it at my head, and pull the trigger, and I do the same.”

I gulped.

He slowly leans closer until I can feel his hot breath on my skin. “I think you must’ve figured out the rest.” His lips lightly brushed my ears as Goosebumps arose on my skin. “Whoever loses, dies.”

I let out a shaky breath as he gained back his original position. How is he so okay talking about death so casually? Is he not afraid to death? Is he immortal?

Immortal? What the actual f**k Amelia?

He casually leans back on his one elbow and tilts his head.

“You go first.”

My eyes widened as I lowered my gaze to the gun. I’ve seen it before. Many, many times. But I’ve never held one.

“Stop wasting my time princess. I have important things to do.” He rolled his eyes. “Grab the gun, point it at my head and pull the f*****g trigger.”

I shakily moved my hands to the gun and grabbed it. My mind is a mess. What if I pull the trigger and it hits him right between the eyes? Will I actually kill someone? Yeah, I do hate him, but do I really want him to die?

I slowly lift the gun, my right hand supporting it. My hands are sweating, shaking per say, to the fullest. My eyes watered. I don’t wanna do this. I don’t f*****g wanna do this. I don’t know what happened but my index finger seems to have it’s own mind as it slowly moved the trigger.

Click

My eyes are clenched shut, when I heard him chuckle darkly. “You should’ve seen your face! So f*****g scared! So so pathetic.”

I released a breath. I don’t even want to think what would’ve happened if that one had the bullet in it.

He was still observing me as I lowered the gun. Plausibly to the same place where it was before.

“You’re my favorite plaything princess.”

“This just proves how inhumane you are.” My voice was husky, and I was shaking like a leaf. But for some reason, I was so not ready to lose my attitude.

If possible, his eyes darkened more as he aggressively grabbed the gun and pointed it at my head. No doubt an action he must’ve done a million times before.

“Now, my turn.” His voice was grave dead, void of any humor that was there before.

Oh boy, should’ve thought about this before showing him some attitude.

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Damien's POV

Pull the trigger.

Pull the damn trigger!

But look at her eyes once. They are so red from crying.

She was showing you the some attitude two minutes ago! Just kill her right here.

But her eyes….

I was trying so hard to not let her see the turmoil in my eyes that I don’t even care I look stupid holding a gun in my hand doing nothing but just pointing it at her face.

If it were anyone in her place right now, any other soul, they would have been dead minutes ago.

But here she is. Alive. f*****g breathing. Because I am a p***y who can’t f*****g pull the trigger.

“Any last wish?” I asked. Watching her shudder. I may be a p***y, but I'll enjoy her fear the best I can.

But as amusing it is to see her pee in her own pants, my body is screaming at me to not pull the trigger.

“Just death”

This b***h- click

Her sassy behavior pushed her to her doom, yet her luck saved her.

She released a breath of relief. And yet again, a part of me was also relieved that she is breathing.

For f**k’s sake stop thinking about her.

“Fine. You earned it. Ask me a question.” I tossed the gun towards her.

“What?” She looks genuinely confused.

“I did tell you that we’re gonna play this game my way.” I said as I now completely laid myself back on the bed, my hands folded as I rest my head onto it. My eyes falling back to hers, looking for an answer. Or rather, a question.

“Umm….”

“Just ask anything princess I don’t have whole night.” This b***h is seriously testing my patience now.

“Unless you do want to be my w***e tonight.” I smirked, knowing very well how disgusted she will be after hearing this.

“What’s your favorite color?”

What the actual f**k?

I abruptly sat up. This b***h is hallow as f**k.

“You could ask me anything right now, any f*****g thing and you decided to ask me my favorite color?”

“Knowing you, you probably won’t tell me the answers I really want to. You’d dodge them, or will give me incomplete replies.  I’d rather have you tell me something honest than those fake sentences that will leave me in a deeper mental turmoil.” She said, looking right in my eyes.

She is right. I wasn’t going to tell her s**t. But I really wanted to play with her mind some more.

Xavier was correct. She got brains. She is David’s daughter after all. I should be more careful of her.

“Blue” I said. Surprisingly honest. What is it with her that I tend to cut her some slack or I answer her questions, honestly.

She didn’t say anything but the shock on her face was quite evident. A person like me has a favorite color that represents serenity or stability? Hard to digest, I know.

She still kept her mouth shut though. Good decision on her part.

Though she recovered quickly as she took the gun in her hands and pointed it at my head again.

“Shall we continue?”

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Amelia's POV

Click

I release my breath again as I lowered the gun. Relieved that I didn't turn into a murderer like my father. Even though I'm seconds away from it.

I know I was confident when I asked to continue the game but my attitude vanished the moment I took the gun in my hands.

“Shouldn’t you get to ask me a question too?” I cleared my throat. “It’s only fair.” My throat is too dry. I need water.

“Life is not always fair.” He said. “But today I’m in a very….. relaxed mood. So you have it princess.”

Relaxed!? We are playing with our lives and this is relaxed!? I am this close to a major heart attack and he is f*****g relaxed?

He took the gun in his hands again. But this time, he moved closer. He put the gun to the side of my forehead as he started tracing it down. His eyes following the movements of the gun as it traced the curves of my place.

I closed my eyes. Too scared to look at him.

“You know,” he said, finally resting his gun on my jaw. “You look a lot like your dad.” He pressed the gun harder on my skin making me wince. He is right. The only thing my dad and I have in common is how similar we look. One look at me and him and it would be quite clear we are related.

"Open your eyes princess." He said. "Let me see the fear in them." I obediently open my eyes.

 “I really want to kill you right here, right now.” I shakily looked him in the eyes and they had this deadly glint in them. Something, that shook me to my core.

“Then why don’t you?” My voice came out choked.

Shut up Amelia. You really have a death wish right now.

“Because….” He whispered. “Because I want to make you suffer just like my mother did. If possible, a lot more. I want to see you cry the tears of blood. Beg me to end you, only to hurt you a lot more. I will make this earth a living hell for you.”

And with that, a bang echoed through the room.

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