Charlie kept quiet as he led her back to her room; she didn't need to speak as they went up the elevator, she didn't need to speak when they wondered down the halls, nor did she speak when he insisted that she stay in her room until he instructed her to leave.

Charlie had no words to say to her father; She stared out the window as she tried not to think about shooting her best friend. She tried not to let her mind wonder as she imagined what her best friend looked like lifeless. Charlie had done many things before, but she had never turned her back on a kill before.

She leaned her forehead against the bars of the window as she felt the breeze come through. Her father was a twisted man, a man she had spent years lying about; telling the world that her parents, both her parents had died. She had altered her identity with the help of a fisherman, she shook herself of Charlotte and became Charlie, she used to dye her hair for several years before thinking she was safe and stopped, letting it grow back to its natural colour. Charlie had a visible marking on her wrist covered up with a tattoo of a turtle. Anything that made it easy to prove who she used to be was hidden behind the walls that Charlie had built on putting up.

She closed her eyes; She was now glad that she didn't face Roni. She didn't need another horror stuck inside her mind.

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Charlie wasn't sure how long she had been locked in her room; she didn't have a sense of the exact time; all she knew was she had watched the sunset from her window as it began to darken outside building.

She leaned her head back against the wall as the door opened, she didn't bother jumping up to her feet. She watched a female walk into the room.

"He wants you to have this" the woman placed a large box on the bed "I'll be back in a few minutes" she said before walking back out of the room.

Charlie slowly rose to her feet; she stretched her back; she had forgotten what it was like sitting on the floor for a long period of time was like. She stepped towards the bed, she lifted up the lid of the box and began pulling out the tissue paper revealing a dress. She carefully lifted up the dress; in the light of the room, it looked dark purple. Charlie carefully laid the dress on the bed.

She had a choice to stay in the same clothes that she had been wearing for the past few hours or to change into a dress that she wasn't interested in wearing. She wanted a shower; she wanted a mirror; her room didn't have either of those.

Charlie inhaled before exhaling as she tried to figure out her father's plans. She pulled off her long-sleeved t-shirt before pulling the dress over her body; she took a deep breath trying to control her nerves.

The woman opened the door "Good, your dressed. He likes when you follow orders" she cold heartedly spoke, did this woman know who she was speaking too? Did he tell anyone who Charlie was? "Follow, now" the woman ordered.

Charlie forced herself to follow the woman "Were you never taught manners?" she joked.

The woman rolled her eyes "Manners are for the weak. To get ahead in life, you have to stand your ground."

"Oh, I know who taught you that. Did you know that he likes to toy with your head, screw you around to the point of breaking? To the point where you're holding the gun to your own head." Charlie wasn't playing around when she spoke.

The woman stopped in front of Charlie "Maybe you should have pulled the trigger" She hushed before pushing opening a door.

"You look wonderful" He complimented his daughter "Glad the dress fits" He smiled as he admired his daughter before walking over to his seat, undoing the buttons of his jacket before taking a seat.

Charlie didn't move from her spot outside the room.

He calmly lifted up his napkin before shaking it out "You have the choice of either joining me and having some dinner or going back to your room and starve" He looked up at his daughter.

Charlie moved her gaze around the room; dark curtains hung over the windows while tealight candles were lit and scattered over the table. Two plates sat either end of the table with cutlery lying beside the plate, two wine glasses waited to be touched sitting on the table. Her body was craving food, she took a step into the room.

"Good girl" He smiled "Goodbye, Josie" he shooed away the woman who brought Charlie down.

Josie tried to hide her scowl as she looked at Charlie before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

"Sit" He instructed.

Charlie didn't move.

"There's no exits, Charlie" He rose up from his seat; dumping his napkin on the table "Please, sit." He stretched his neck as he was getting frustrated with his daughter's disobedient "What happens when you disobey me?"

Charlie took a few steps back towards the door.

"It's locked from the outside" He reminded her as he stepped closer. Her body was now pressed up against the door; he placed his hand on her shoulder "You were doing so well, don't ruin it now."

She looked at his hand; she hated him touching her.

"Are you going to sit?" He tightened his grip on her shoulder.

Charlie remained expressionless as his grip tightened, she could feel his fingernails starting to dig into her skin; she reached her hand up, his free hand grabbed her wrist as he shook his head "Think again, Little one." His eyes widened as he noticed the turtle tattoo on her right wrist "Damaging your body with filth?" He removed his grip from her shoulder "A tattoo, Charlotte. A tattoo?" He quickly expressed his hated for it.

Charlie pulled her wrist from his grip "I can do as I please" She gritted the words through her teeth.

"Not unless I say so" He pulled her away from the door and into the chair "Now, SIT!" He raised his voice "I won't say it again."

Charlie looked up at him; fire burned in her eyes, she grabbed the knife on the table and pointed it at her heart.

He laughed "I remember the first time you pulled this stunt" he calmly folded his arms across his chest before turning his attention to the door, they both watched josie walk back into the room pushing a food cart into the room "Well go on, then" He turned his attention to his daughter.

Charlie twisted the knife's handle in her hand before lowering her hand.

He clicked his fingers; Charlie felt a knife's edge against her neck "What about now? Josie has a knife to your neck. One false move and she'll gladly swipe it across that pretty neck of yours" he ran the back of his index and middle finger down Charlie's neck, she carefully tilted her head to the side.

Using her left hand, Charlie dug the knife into josie's stomach; Josie stepped back trying to keep her balance, Charlie grabbed the sharp knife from Josie's hand before silting it across her throat. Charlie watched as Josie dropped to the floor, blood seeping from the neck of Josie and butter knife sticking from her stomach. Charlie turned to face her father "Some sort of test?" She shook her head "Clearly a pathetic test. You knew it was me or her, you knew what was going to happen." She placed the sharp knife on the table before walking over to the food cart, she lifted up the lid from the tray and nodding her head slightly at the roast meal. She used her fingers to pick up a couple of pieces of roasted potato.

Her father watched as she bite into the potato; he looked at the dead body on the floor "She was my best" he tried to show emotion for the lifeless woman.

"Clearly wasn't" Charlie began to eat the roast pumpkin that she had just picked up.

"This is why I chased you down, Charlotte. You can do things that none of these would even dare. You and I would be perfect."

Charlie almost choked on the food in her mouth; she pushed open the lid of the water jug as she walked back over to the table, she poured herself a glass of water before taking a sip from the glass as she placed down the jug on the table. She looked up at her father "Let's see, team up with my father. The very man who I've been running from or burn myself alive?" She beamed cheekily "Rather burn myself alive" She leaned against the table's edge as she took another sip from the glass.

He knew how to react, but he tried not to give his daughter the satisfaction. He straightened his jacket and did up the button. He grabbed the two plates of the cart and dropped them both of the table. He sat down in his seat and began to tuck into his meal.

Charlie turned to face him "Oh, poor wittle diddum. Can't get his way." She laughed "Good" She stopped laughing as she placed her glass on the table "I'm done. I'm not playing your games; I'm not letting you back inside my head." She grabbed her plate and her cutlery before calmly walking out of the room.

He slammed his knife and fork down as he realized he couldn't get what he wanted from his daughter.