Blood 4 Blood

Cold and damp. The dirty white walls of the poorly cared-for room. The strong scent of metal, which could only be associated with that blood, filtered through her nose. Hell, she could almost taste it as she came to. Her head throbbed, she wanted nothing more than to touch the spot on her head. But her hands were tied by ropes that kept her confined to the chair. Her back and neck hurt from the position she was in. No support for it when you’re sitting on a plain old metal chair. Groan. That’s all she could do as she came to. Opening her eyes, she’s blinded by the sharp white light that seems to reflect from the walls. Confusion starts to set in. Why are my hands tied? Where am I? Why am I here? Realization dawns upon the girl, hitting her like a truck. That night, on the street. The man in the suit. The watch. Glancing around, the girl's face contorts into one of disgust at the sight of the room she was in. I need to get out of here…. The sound of a door opening draws the girls' attention toward it. In walks a tall, lean-built man, with dirty blonde hair. A small smile sets itself on the girl's lips. Only for it to be turned into a frown.“She’s awake boss.” He speaks into his earpiece. Once again, the realization hits the girl like a brick. LUCAS……