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INES P.O.V.
"What have I gotten myself into?" I whispered to myself after overhearing the conversation with Shawn and his worker
I had gotten up to stroll around after a while of boredom on the couch, and since Shawn and His man weren't necessarily talking in secret; I heard them clearly, they spoke their evil schemes out loud!
At this point I knew I was damned, there was so little I could do for myself considering just a sip of the martini was enough for a drug to kick in and I was no alcohol sipper; I gulped the whole drink.
Looking at the empty glass in my hand, I berated myself because I knew better than to take a drink from a stranger in a club knowing it was likely drugged, this was the 002 rule, but why did I still drink it?
I started thinking of how I'd quietly get out of the lounge area, cause there was only one way in and out and little space to hide, I started noticing something odd, how slowly and meticulously, everybody started to leave the place, as they did I knew there was no need of me to join them because I'd eventually get caught; at this moment I was filled with anxiety.
I saw a drink and a lighter on the table, if I decided to set the place ablaze I'd probably be able to escape, but then if I get drowsy from the drug and fall I may either be saved by Vivian, taken by Shawn, evacuated with the people somehow, a 1% chance of being saved by the man with the beautiful eyes and lastly being burnt in my mess ruining my dad's life... also did I mention that if I got caught my dad would kill me?
Suddenly I heard footsteps approach, knowing it would probably be Shawn, I ran behind my only hiding option; the curtains, it was a stupid and desperate act but to my effortless luck, I saw a door behind the curtain, I had a skill for picking locks in record time, with a rush of adrenaline, I was already turning the door handle, I entered the next room immediately, I didn't get to register properly what the room was like because, when I turned my face to the front after shutting the door quietly behind, I was met with a wicked scene...
The same handsome man from earlier had on a bloody expression morphed in his beautiful eyes, his hair was wet, a towel around his waist, a silencer pointed right in front of my face, and the dead body of a man at the corner by the other end of the room, my heart trembled; was I witnessing a murder? did I have it worse in the hands of Shawn, or here?
"Hi" I stupidly blurt hoping he would remember me
"Don't move!" he ordered not smiling, deeply and coldly, staring at my every move, I wondered if he'd kill me because I witnessed a murder on his hands, I didn't know if my legs became weak because of the drugs or the intense fear considering my daddy never taught me how to act if I ever had a freaking gun pointed to my face!
But I slipped and fell on the floor from the drug effect, and I kid you not but, Mr. Handsome there had trust issues because that little movement from the door to the floor was enough for him to shoot me right in the thigh and I fell from either the effect of the pill which I didn't know if it was an aphrodisiac or a sleeping pill, or from the pain of the bullet.
Before my eyes dulled down, I thought – rule no. 1, never faint in the territory of an enemy or the unknown, because... you don't love yourself, but here I was sitting on the floor with blood oozing out my lap and my eyes dulling, the image of this handsome man in front of me pointing a gun at my face with the mouth of the gun oozing smoke was burned in my brain as my consciousness faded.