Chapter five: Murder

Chapter five: Murder

Camilla

I heard a sound of a bullet shooting out and my stomach churned. Then I subconsciously heard a loud gasp coming from someone in the background but I didn't look to see where it came from instead I took in the gruesome sight before me. Blood has shot out and splattered across the brick wall, pooling onto the cold pavement from the now dead man's head.

I was definitely in shock but at the same time, no matter how much I should, I couldn't bring myself to feel any pity or sadness for him. I think I am more surprised that the masked man was able to kill so easily and without hesitation than the already dead man.

Remembering that I am all alone, I raise my head up and my heart literally stops beating for a moment as I meet dark gray eyes piercing into me. Gosh! Realizing that the loud gasp I heard came from my own mouth, I clasp my hand to my mouth even though the damage has already been done. I met with four sets of eyes, staring at me and their bodies unmoving. I was so caught up in the scenes before me that I forgot that the others were still very much there. My body must have subconsciously shifted to get a better look.

How the hell am I going to get out of this one? Making the first move, one of the men takes a step towards me, causing my flight mode to kick in instantly. Using the slight distance between us to my advantage, I turned and bolted out from behind the dumpster before he even had the chance to put his foot down. I know that I am finished and he catches up with me so I push down the already burning feeling that has started in my chest.

Sprinting as fast as my small body could carry me, I rushed towards my only hope of safety. Then for a split second, I turned my head just to see a large figure quickly approaching behind me. I wanted to scream out for help but my body physically wouldn't let me. At this moment, the only thing I was capable of was running. I was so close to the hotel door but the mask was hot on my trail.

I was so close and I could practically taste the feeling of safety in the air but then the hope died when I felt a sudden gasp of a hand on my neck, pulling me towards him so that my back was pressed against his front.

A slightly whimper falls from my mouth as I feel his large hand on my skin. He repositioned his grip so that his fingers could drape up along the side of my throat before moving to trace the edge of my jaw. I was absolutely terrified, once again frozen in fear. He has caught up with his prey and the worst part about it was that I could practically sense the amusement radiating from him by my petrified state. My hands went up and grabbed onto his wrist but they didn't budge.

"Where exactly do you think you are going, sweetheart?" His voice was deep, husky in my ear, he ignored my effort to get out of his hold.

I can feel the warmth of each breath he takes, contrasting his ice cold grip on my neck. It caused a shiver to run down the spine of my back and goosebumps to appear along the side of my arms. My chest was rising and failing miserably and my heart pounds rapidly against my restraint. He wasn't hurting me but it is still enough to keep me pinned to him.

"You are quite a runner for a tiny thing like you."

He continues talking to himself because at this point I physically can't bring myself to respond to him.

"What you saw back there, it is not what you think."

"Really? Because to me, it looked like your friend just put a bullet between another man's eyes." I finally managed to find my voice.

His body stiffed at the sound of my voice, I bet he didn't expect me to say a word, especially in that tone to someone who literally has my life in his hands. But if I am going to die, it is not going to be without a fight.

"And yet, you did nothing to stop it." He countered.

With his one hand still on my throat, he moves his other so that it brushes down the right side of my legs and to where my pockets were. He slipped in and pulled out something, even though I didn't see I already knew it was my phone.

"I don't know about you but it looks to me like a perfect functioning phone." He clicked on the button, revealing the picture of me and Robin that I used as the wallpaper.

If I get out of here alive, I am going to change that but as for his comment, he got me there. I didn't do anything to stop it even though I knew I should have.

"What? Now you have nothing to say? You seem to have had a lot a few seconds ago when you pretended to understand a situation you know nothing about."

"What am I missing here?" I snapped.

"Your friend murdered someone and you can't say otherwise."

"That man you are so quick to defend was about to rape someone. Don't make him out to be a saint."

"I wasn't defending him and I am well aware of what his intentions were. Why else do you think I ran back there? I was going to help her but then I saw you people." I am getting angry now.

"And how exactly were you going to do that, hmm? You can't be taller than five feet and you have no muscles. Well, I will admit that you are fast but you can't fight someone by running."

Who does this guy think he is? I am more than capable of handling myself.

"You would be surprised at the things I can do." I spat out, trying to sound threatening.

"Yes," I can hear him smiling behind me.

"I bet I would."

Fucking asshole, he knows that I didn't mean it like that. Leaning to my ear, his lips slightly brushed against me, causing me to feel things that I most definitely should not be feeling considering the situation. My pússy vibrated at the touch of his lips on my skin but I quickly snapped out of it.

"But that doesn't change what you saw though." He whispered.

Placing my phone in his back pocket, I started to thrash my body in any way I can to get out of his grip but my attempts are unsuccessful though.

"Let me go!" I demanded, still struggling against him.

God! Could someone be sent here to save me?

I need help.