"No way, we won't go anywhere with you." I retort and try to pry his hands off my hair. I clench my fist and punch him with my right hand on his nose. He loses his balance and stumbles back giving back the freedom to my hair which falls freely at my back.

"This is for the professor you killed without a sign of remorse. You are not human, you are a monster." I try to take deep breaths as I feel anxiety creeping inside of me. I feel responsible for the professor's death. It feels as if I have killed him, and this feeling chokes me. Drops of sweat cover my small forehead and bile rises my throat. Ella runs to me and holds my hand tightly. I stroke the back of her hand with my thumb softly and mouth her, 'Everything will be alright.'

"You have crossed the limits." He grimaces and pulls out the phone from his pocket to call someone.

"Get here now." He screams into the phone as our stares digs hole into each other. Who is he calling? One psycho is already too much. I can't handle one more. We must escape before that guy whom he called comes. I look at Ella and try to draw letters on her hand hoping she would understand. She frowns at me as I draw a 'R'. I try telling her to act normal while taking deep breaths. She fortunately understands me and maintains a straight face as I draw 'U' on her hand. Lastly, I draw a 'N' and she mouths me, 'I can't.'

"What the hell are you trying to do?" His voice makes us jump. He pulls out his gun and points at us.

"Now, Ella," I scream on top of my lungs and stride towards him. The bullet escapes the gun and gets stuck at the ceiling above as I hold his forearm upwards. He turns his arm towards her but I push him and he falls on the floor with a loud thud and loses his gun which falls near my feet. I kick it which makes it slide to the other side of the room and run to Ella as she struggles to open the door with her sweaty and trembling hands. I hurry and grab the knob and turn it to the left. She sighs and a smile forms on her face as our door to freedom opens. We both rush outside and before closing the door back, I look back at the fierce Blake who's about to pick up his gun.

I slam the door and turn around. My eyes grow the size of saucers as I look at Ella in despair. A guy in a black suit as handsome as Blake holds the gun against her temples. All my hopes drown as he walks along with her and tells me to go back to the room, the same room which we escaped just a second ago by betting our lives on, the same room in which a hungry monster is waiting to kill us. We can't go back to the room to dig our own grave. My mind gets blank and my senses feel numb. A lump forms in my throat making me unable to scream for help. My eyes struggle to find a single life in this huge corridor but find none. Where did the hell everyone go?

I'm so busy thinking of plans for escape that I don't realize a hand grabbing me from behind and pulling me back into the very room from which I was running. I look at the hand first and then its owner. I regret it to the core as I see the loaded gun pointed at my forehead. The cold silencer touches my skin, making me shudder. He won't kill me, will he? Probably he will, the look in his eyes is filled with vengeance. His grimacing face and his grip on my arm slowly breaks the confidence inside of me. I look at Ella walking along with that guy. Tears keep running down her beautiful face. She looks pale and I bet that I also look the same. It was so hard to escape one guy and now it looks impossible seeing two psychopaths smirking at each other.

"What took you so long, Andrew?" Blake asks angrily. They look like identical twins and can only be distinguished by their eyes and hair color. Andrew has dark blue eyes with brown hair whereas Blake has light blue eyes and brown hair with blonde highlights.

"Sorry brother. You know Anna right, the physiology professor. That bitch kept pestering me to have dinner with her." He smirks at me and I feel like gagging. So they are actually brothers for real but with sick minds.

"You can't escape me this easily, babygirl. If you think someone can help you, then let me tell you that you are wrong. Even if I kill you in front of everyone, nobody will dare to say a word." He says making shivers run down my spine.

"Why? Are you a gangster?" I blurt it out. There's no way I can escape him right now. Anyways it's better to know more about him than to make a plan of escape. I try to take deep breaths and remind myself of my dad's words, 'Never let your enemy know that you are afraid. Don't act recklessly in such situations, instead learn more about your enemy and then make a plan.' It feels as if he told me these things for this day, as if he already knew that this day would come.

"No, bigger than that." He and Andrew chuckle. I shoot both of them a glare which makes Blake crush my arm with his bone-breaking grip.

"You will break that fragile hand of hers, brother." He reminds his crazy brother to leave my hand.

"You are right. I should not hurt her. Let's save your hand for later, sweetheart." Blake says menacingly as he leaves my hand and caresses the very same spot on which he left his prints.

"Let's leave," Andrew suggests to him.

"We are not going anywhere. Do you both sick-minded people understand? Oh sorry, you are not worth calling people. You are monsters." I yell and give baleful glances to both of them.

I look at Blake as he clenches his jaw and balls his fist. "Am I going to be punched in the face for saying the truth?" Andrew laughs loudly and all the heads turn to him.

"Sorry, sorry. I just could not control myself. She is so funny." He says in midst of his idiotic laugh.

Does he think this situation is funny? They both holding guns against our heads is funny? Is this something to laugh about? I think I will lose my mind if I spend a few more minutes with them. They are pathetic, hopeless jerks I have ever met in my life.

"We are going now. And you both—" Blake says and stops momentarily before shooting me a glare,

"You both will walk to the car silently. One wrong move and I will make sure to kill both of you in a very painful way that you have ever imagined. Am I clear?" He leans closer and orders. Our nose almost collides and I can feel his breath on my face.

"Are you deaf? Did you even hear what I said? We are not going anywhere with you." I scream and look at Ella who is busy crying. Do all cheerful girls cry a river at such times when they are actually supposed to be very strong? He yanks my hair and my hands involuntarily grabs his hands in an attempt to set them free.

"I'm not asking you." He scoffs.

"Neither am I." I retort, which makes his grip tighten on my hair. I yelp in pain while digging my long sharp nails in his hands.

"Woah Woah! Slow down lovers. We will have a match between both of you and see who wins." Andrew jokes and receives glares from both me and Blake. He sets my hair free and lifts me bridal style making me gape. I wriggle in his arms and try to get off but he holds me tight.

"Shoot her in the leg." He stares at Ella with an amused face as he orders Andrew.

Andrew moves his gun from her temples to her leg. She looks petrified, her hair dances from left to right as she shakes her head wildly.

"You won't do that Andrew." I scream as I squirm in Blake's hold.

"What makes you think that I will listen to you?" Andrew smirks with his eyes fixated to mine as he pulls the trigger without any remorse. Ella falls down on the floor as she cries in pain. Blood oozes out of her leg, making my stomach flip. Tears prick my eyes and threaten to fall as I see her body trembling with fear and pain. He crouches down beside her and muffles her scream with a cloth. Her eyes close slowly and she falls limp in his arms.

"What the hell did you both do to her?" I shriek in anger and wiggle wildly.

"Stop moving or the next bullet will go in her head." Blake warns and puts me down. I move away from him but he grabs my waist and pulls me into his chest.

"She is just unconscious. And now if you want to save her life then walk quietly and sit in the car." He says sternly into my ear.

I look at his triumphant eyes in utter despair. He and Andrew grin from ear to ear as I nod a yes. I don't want to speak a word with him, it's not like my words are even considered. They both say and do whatever they want. My presence is only for myself and for them I'm just a toy to play with. I feel tired, helpless, and weak.

Andrew removes his blazer and covers her wound somehow before lifting her bridal style. He smirks at me as I pass by him with Blake following closely behind. I'm sure these freaks will order someone to clean the floor, leaving no trace behind. Nobody will ever know what happened here. They both look as if killing and cleaning up the mess is their regular job. There's no fear, remorse, kindness, or humanity in them.

All the while, I keep glancing back to see Ella and sigh in relief every time as I see Andrew carrying her. For the whole time I pray for someone to see us or help us but there isn't a single human being all the way till we reach the parking lot. We stop in front of a black Porsche and I give him a questioning look. What exactly does he do for a living? I suppose, kidnap people and ask for ransom and kill them if they fail to pay.

"Get in. Your freedom is over." He says while opening the door. Andrew places Ella in the back seat. I feel a sense of relief as I can at least hold her in my arms for some time. I feel so sorry for her. It's not at all her fault and neither is mine, but we both have to go through all of this. It's their fault, these stupid bastards, once her wounds heal I'll kill them with my own hands.

As I'm about to get in the backseat Blake stops me. "Now what?" I groan in frustration.

"Wait, sit in the front. I don't want you to get her dirty blood on yourself." His words boil my blood, making me clench my fist tightly. My nails dig in the flesh as I try to control the anger. I try to calm down myself since now is not the time to get angry. Ella needs treatment and this is only possible if I'll keep my mouth shut.

He closes the back door and opens the front one. I get seated and close the door while staring at him blankly. He gets into the driver's seat and Andrew sits back with Ella. Blake hands me a blindfold which makes me raise my brow.

"Put it on and no more questions." I roll my eyes at him as he starts the engine. I wear it reluctantly and let darkness surround me. My head tilts back as he floors the acceleration and with that, I know that my doom has commenced.

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