Emi Clarkson. She was my best friend!
But she disappeared before graduation day. We went to the same college, just different courses.
She's nothing like the Emi I knew back then.
Her attitude.
Her clothes.
And those fierce eyes—no more eye smile.
"Emi Clarkson?" I murmur.
"Oh, you still remember me, huh?" she chuckles bitterly.
I look around. All I can see are walls at the four corners of the room and a staircase.
I glance down at myself. Bruises cover my body, and my hands are chained to two thin poles on either side of me, arms slightly spread.
I'm still in my shorts and tank top, but my jacket is gone.
"Emi? What am I doing here?" I ask.
Emi laughs harder, then suddenly grabs me, cupping my cheeks in her hands and forcing me to stare into her eyes. They feel like daggers piercing through me.
"Don't you dare call me by that name… slave," she hisses, spitting in my face before shoving me back.
Slave? She kidnaps me because she wants me to be her slave? What do I ever do to deserve this?
"I'm the mistress here. You do what I say, and you have no right to question it. Call me Master," she orders coldly.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask again, my voice trembling. I'm lost in confusion.
Master and slave? In this day and age? Is she out of her mind?
Then comes a sharp sting across my face. She slaps me so hard I think my head might snap off.
"I just said don't question me! Are you stupid? You f*cking slave!" she shouts, her breath ragged with fury.
She straightens her posture. "I'll make you remember what you've done. You'll see, slut," she smirks and flicks her hair.
"Hey boss, can I have her? I really wanna play with her," a man's voice cuts in.
I don't notice him until he speaks. My eyes dart to him... he's handsome, but there's something terrifying about him.
"Oh, you want to play with my slave, Gray?" Emi asks with a forced smile.
"Did you hear that, Bonnie? He wants to play with you," Emi says sweetly, though her tone drips with bitterness.
Gray fumbles with his belt, trying to undo it quickly.
"Thank you, I'm so turned on. She's really beautiful," Gray says eagerly.
"Beautiful? She's been using that beauty to seduce men. She's used to it. She's a slut," Emi snaps, her words like venom cutting through me.
She isn't the same Emi.
"Uh… boss, are you going to watch us?" Gray asks nervously.
Emi smirks. Oh no. She isn't going to stop him.
Fear grips me. My whole body freezes.
I don't know Emi has this side of her. She has changed completely.
It's killing me.
It's breaking me.
When she leaves without a word, I feel like I die inside.
And seeing her now? It's like dying all over again.
F*ck. This isn't a game.
I still love this girl, though. Yes, I've been in love with my best friend since college, and that's why it hurts so much.
But she clearly hates me.
She planned all this and kidnapped me.
She's going to torture me until I die.
My life's a sick joke. Great.
How many times do I have to die?