I heard his voice, it was Kilian and he didn't sound too amused. How wasn't he dead yet? How did he even carry me here? Is there a loophole with this drug?
“Elvis,” I stuttered, “Why the f**k am I here?” I screamed, the fear and anger mixed up inside me caused a headache, “What do you want from me you sicko!?”
“Cut the crap Zipporah, how am I the sicko when you quite literally just tried to kill me?” he sighed, “I can't hurt women but I have who will if you make me. Now, who sent you?”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” I said reluctantly.
“Alright,” I heard his footsteps as he approached me, taking off my blindfold and then tossing it to the side, “I sincerely don't want to hurt your beautiful skin, please don't make me,” he said, not removing eye contact.
“I said, I…don't…kn
