The Beast’s Exception

3. Damn Zaddy, Just Like That?

"W-wait a minute, you're just going to kill me? I don't even know your name."

He looks at me, confused for a second.

"You're about to die . . And you're thinking about my name?"

"I-I can tell you mine. I'm Venus."

The man blinks at me again, before slowly lowering his gun.

We both awkwardly stare at each other, and in a weak effort to minimize the tension, I dart my eyes to the left, then at him . . . then to the right . . . Then back at him.

"My name is Frankie," he finally says, and I let out a small breath as he tucks his gun into his holster. Maybe conversation was something that he wanted, maybe I should keep talking.

"I'm Venus," I force a smile while nodding and he looks at me as if I had lost my mind.

"Would you like to stay alive, Venus?"

"Yes." I say without missing a beat.

"You're going to help me out," he shifts his weight to his right foot, placing one of his hands in his pockets lazily. In that moment, where my life was hopefully no longer at steak, I could slowly notice how . . . Attractive he was.

Why couldn't they just be normal?

Why do the fine ones always have the mental issues?

Cheating, lying, being gay, liking only girls which were up with the beauty standards, and the list goes on! There was just never enough for us plain girls.

And it seems like I was faced with the worst of them all, a freaking ✨ m u r d e r e r ✨.

"Greene knows you, right?"

"Uh, I guess. I mean we never really spoke but he would nod his head at - "

"Good enough," Frankie sits down again, eagerly leaning forward on the table.

"You're gonna be my bait."

"Your bait?" I snort, "do I look like sardines to you? Do I look like chum?"

I laugh loudly in the empty space and the only thing that laughed with me was the clown I saw in the table's reflection.

"I was - I was kidding I'll do anything to keep my life." I sober up and he nods.

"Very well, Vetimo!" I turn around as one of his masked men walks into the room, and stands at his disposal.

"Take her to the guest bedroom."

"Huh?"

"Well, we can't find Greene right now, so we're going to wait till sunrise. Have some sleep until then."

"Oh . . . Well can I make a phone call?"

"No."

"Please?" I ask as the man in cuffs me from the table.

"Do I look stupid to you? Why would I give you a phone call?"

"Okay, okay, I'll give you the number, and you'll make the call,"

"I'm curious," he halts the man that was holding me, "who do you need to call? Boyfriend?"

I snort even louder this time, me? A boyfriend? He's hilarious.

"No, just call my friend Tye, and ask her to feed the dogs tonight because I'm spending the night out."

Frankie seemed a little out of it for a moment. It didn't look like he knew how to respond, so masked guy and I just stood there, staring at him like you know what . . . ? ? ?.

"Give me the number," the man neck to me tilted his head at his boss, but I could care less about that. I was excited.

Yamhead and Meatpie weren't going to starve and die at my expense.

I tell him the number, and he nods.

"I will give her a call." He tilts his head at Vetimo who then takes me up the stairs.

"Please do!"

His stairs were so weird. They were far apart, and were quite difficult for me to climb even as my legs were really long. I stumbled on almost everyone of them, and Vetimo here wasn't helping.

We finally get done with the wicked steps, only for the hallway before us to look like a maze. I groan in annoyance.

"Do I get a bath?" I ask as he man handles me all the way to the room.

He shakes his head no, and I stare at him in disgust.

"I started my shift at 9:30 am, I bet it's almost 1 now, and you're saying I can't clean my v****a?" Vetimo was obviously shocked, he paused for a moment, turning to look at him and I give him a flat face.

"I will ask the boss." He says before we continue walking and I nod in approval.

That's exactly what I thought.

The room I was placed in was dull and empty. The walls were painted Psych Ward white and the bed seemed a bit short. Once again, my legs extended across the Galaxy if you have it the chance, so I was a bit curious as to how exactly this was going to work.

And then I reminded myself that I was a prisoner.

"Stay here." Vetimo roughly pushes me onto the bed.

"Hey!" He grabs my hand and handcuffs me to the head of the bed.

He then leaves, slamming the door behind him and I glare at it. Tugging at the handcuff, once, twice, a third time, I decided to make myself comfortable. I expected that soon he would return, remove the cuffs and tell me have a shower, but the hours seemed to pass and he never came.

I felt nervous, the sheet under my palm was rough and filthy and the floors, although a pretty marble tile covering was tinted by red splatters.

A shiver ran up my spine, as I hurdled into the headboard, and brought my knees to my chest. It was as if everything was dawning on me, I had been kidnapped, I had witnessed two murderer, and I may just be murdered myself.

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"Get up," pain courses through my left arm as I was harshly shoved in my sleep.

"Damn it!" I jolt awake, immediately trying to relieve the pain in my handcuffed hand.

The sun was bareky up, slowly rising from its bed outside of the window and the atmosphere was cool, like most mornings.

Another man stood in front me today, and I'm not sure if it was Vetimo or not, this man wasn't masked, and his voice didn't sound familiar.

The man used his key and removed my cuffs, I rubbed them as soon as I was relieved.

"Jeez."

My neck felt stiff, and protests every time I try to turn it in a certain direction.

"Let's go."

He reaches for my hurting arm, and roughly grabs it.

"Stop!" I snap, grabbing it back just as heatedly. It was still recovering from an entire night of disrupted circulation, and everyone was just manhandling me. I could walk on my own.

But this seemed to anger the man, so much so that he lifted his hands and forced my neck into right into the direction that it did not want to go.

Upon impact a noise escaped my mouth, and I could taste the metallic liquid that seemed through a cut.

Great.

I turned back to look at him, my eyes narrowed, lips pursed and he glared at me. His nose were flared, hands out as if he was ready to deliver another slap.

He reached out to grab me again, and held on tighter, as if to say "try it again,".

Fortunately, I was smart enough to just let him drag me.

"That's what I thought, bitch." I gritted my teeth together, stumbling down the stairs once again and came to stand in front of Frankie.

His back was turned to me, but his cologne smelled amazing even from here. It almost made the tears that danced at the edge of my eyes disappear.

I muted everything he was saying, and focused on my feet. My hands were still being held by the strange man, and my jaw felt as if it had been dislocated.

I'm not sure when Frankie had turned around, but I was jolted back to reality when the man who was holding me went flying back. There was a ringing in my ears, and I looked back to find him . . . Dead.

I gasp, looking quickly at Frankie who had the calmest expression, handing the gun over to one of his other goons, and the folding his hands in front of him.

His eyes then land on mine.

My mouth felt dry, and my hands were becoming clammy.

"Follow me."