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Chapter 7

HAZEL'S POV~

"Him."

My addiction to colors began when I started loving the dark. It was at a time when my parents' screams kept me up all night. So, instead of hiding away in a closet, I learned to block out the noise by just sitting by the window admiring the stars, identifying colors, and appreciating the soft glow of the moon. Since I never really held any facial emotions, my years of training taught me to put a smile on my face regardless of how I felt within.

Having understood the concept of colors, I used them as a means to depict my emotions. Colors are my favorite weapons in battle. To me color black doesn't mean despair, rather it means the uprising of a gentle wave that outshined every other entity. Yellow doesn't signify happiness but was a reminder of an illusion created by humans that opposes sadness. Red meant rage and greed, envy. The orange color was my favorite because it signifies my time of relaxation.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been in this room but from all the times I watched the sun go up and down from the only window at the corner I could tell it's been years. Gotcha, I mean days. For someone in love with colors, nothing is interesting about being stuck in an all-white room with barely any change of clothes.

I didn't know why I was here but couldn't wait to find out. Although I will confess that being locked up here isn't that bad at least compared to my past experiences. There is enough space for me to move around, a toilet, and a bathroom where I take care of my business. From time to time, an older woman who introduced herself as Dorothy brought in delicious meals.

Earlier this morning, I ate a full-course breakfast meal and drowned in a whole jug of orange juice. Don't judge me, I wasn't going to pass on an opportunity like that. It was starting to feel more like a vacation than kidnapping except I didn't move around freely.

Aside from Dorothy, the only people I have seen are Jamie and Tom. Two big guys took turns watching me. Jamie was my kind of person, funny and cute, he had good humor compared to the other guy who just spends the whole time ignoring me with a scowl on his face.

Did I mention that I recognized Jamie, yeah he was one of the guys at the VIP lounge the day I stole that device? Jimmy never really discloses the identity of the victims of our operations unless it was necessary, but that particular mission seemed suspicious. Not forgetting the fact that he had given me time off without me asking for it. Jimmy was too strict to do that.

Over the years, not all our operations are a success. I recall taking very painful hits one time after duping a businessman and being caught. That was why I learned to be careful tying up loose ends after every operation.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. In came a face I can recognize from anywhere anytime. Ermanno worried a smirk as he stepped closer to the bed where I was sitting.

"Well, well," he joked. "Look who finally got caught." This was starting to become interesting.

"Why am I here?" I blinked, acting clueless. I knew better than to annoy a fool like him when I am the helpless one besides I was yet to find out why I was here.

"Oh, spare me that act," he waved me off, stepping even closer. I watched as he grabbed my jaw with his right hand, and his other hand pushed some strands across my face.

"By the time I'm done with you, you will regret crossing me," he whispered, his voice sounding very creepy.

"Try me." was something I wasn't, especially not in the presence of creeps like him. There was nothing he was going to say that I haven't heard before. Nothing he was going to do was new.

"You might as well start now. Stop wasting both our times,” a harsh slapped land on my cheeks making me bite my lips. I licked the blood that spilled out of the wound.

"Is that all you've got?" I challenged him again. A sadistic smile on my face. He hissed as he raised another, whipping me with the back of his hand on my other cheek. The ring he wore cut through my skin. It stung like hell.

"Fuck!" he cursed as several more slaps descended on me. I laughed at his expense not backing down.

"Because of you!" slap.

"I lost!" punch.

" A huge deal!" punch.

"And got shot on the fucking tights," he screamed before letting me go. I fell back on the sheets staining them with my blood. He turned to me to access my bosom. Somewhere along the line, the shirt I was wearing had risen exposing the undergarments I wore underneath. He threw me a dirty look, before reaching down and placing a hand on my abdomen. I sank in breath, grabbing his hand before it could wander any further.

"You fucking slut," he slapped me again "don't you fucking touch me." We paused as we held footsteps approaching

The room door opened with a loud bang against the wall, and Jamie came rushing in with Tom by his side.

"Ermanno!" Jamie called out in disbelief while accessing the damage he had done.

"What have you done?" He cried out.

"Boss is on his way," I watched as Ermanno began muttering certain things I couldn't quite make out. I was too worried about the pain in my left eye to care. I hissed as my finger grazed a spot on my cheeks. I am sure my whole face is going to be bruised by tomorrow morning.

Just then, a new footstep caught my attention. The whole room was enveloped in an unearthly silence, I was sure that if a pin dropped I would hear the sound. My gaze found its way to a pair of black shoes standing directly in front of me.

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