Half of my six exams were shit the others were meh. My French oral exam ws as quite good so cheers to that 🎉 I finally got time to update hallelujah 🙏🏽

Movie 🎥 Assassination Games (2011)

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S C A R L E T T 💣

Day 2

  I was in so much pain my complexion was ashen. Even though I was in a worse condition than Niall, I felt like he wasn't going to make it if this kept going on. We were both bruised and battered. I didn't know exactly what was Andrei achieving from torturing us and beating us up, but I felt like it was just amusement and pleasure. He was such a fucking sadist.

  My weary eyes drifted over to Niall, watching him close his eyes as he sucks himself into a deeper place to cope. In this situation I felt like I had the responsibility to taking care of him as he wasn't trained at all to undergo such hardships like this. I parted my cracked bloodstained lips, my voice coming out raw and scratchy.

   "Niall," I called out into the quiet cell, the only source of light coming from the square-shaped window illuminating the side of his face.

  A whimper left his lips, his body tensing when he added a little too much pressure onto the wound carved into his leg. Andrei had gone overboard with 'having fun, as he would say, and had gone ahead with driving his knife into Niall's thigh. The bastard didn't allow Niall to get any medical care at all. That was obviously idiotic of him because if we lost Niall due to too much blood loss or infection, then there was no hope in using God's Eye. But I had a feeling Andrei didn't give a shit at all; he only wanted me.

   I forced myself to move towards him, shuffling on my bum before I opened my arms out to him. With another pained whimper he crawled into my arms, setting his head onto my shoulder with his arms loosely wrapping around my damaged midriff. A small tear rolled down his cheek as I stroked his matted hair, trying to keep my gaze away from his soaking wound.

   "It hurts, Scarlett," he uttered lowly. His voice was filled with so much pain; it broke me to see him hurting this way.

   "I know, Niall," I cooed, brushing away his tears with my fingers, giving his shoulders a light reassuring squeeze. "But you've gotta hang on okay? Just three more days."

   "I won't make it," he gulped suddenly, his eyes darting down to his injured leg, grimacing at the sight.

  It was poorly covered up, just a thick piece of cloth wrapped around the wound to soak up all the blood. The piece of cloth itself was already drenched; I had to replace it twice.

   "Yes you will," I said firmly, refusing to accept the thought of him dying. "Don't speak like that, don't even think like that."

   "It's unbearable. My whole leg feels like it's gonna fall off," he whined, before sniffling. "I can't hold on for any longer."

   "Niall, please," I begged him, feeling tears prick my own eyes. "You gotta fight this-"

   "For who Scarlett?" he demanded all of a sudden. "I have no one to fight for, and fighting for myself just isn't enough."

   "For me, Niall. Fight for me. Fight for your mother, and your sister-"

   "Mum's dead and Noelle isn't gonna make it either!"

   "That doesn't mean they wouldn't want you to fight this!" I retorted, causing him to frown in thought.

   "You're right," he murmured lowly, swallowing thickly.

   "Niall, please don't give up on me. I need you, we need each other to survive this before The Organization rescues us. We can do this, okay? We're gonna be alright," I told him softly, my voice still holding that certain firmness and hope.

   "Promise me," he requested, holding onto my hand to look up at me with his big baby blue eyes.

   I answered without hesitation, "I promise." I made a deal with myself to keep Niall alive, and to protect him. He was my priority in this case; I put him before myself.

   "Can you promise me another thing?" he spoke up after a couple of seconds, his voice small and hesitant.

   "If I don't make it-"

   "Niall-" I started again before he cut me off with a short glare.

   "Listen to me. If I don't make it, can you...can you please take care of my sister for me?" he asked me quietly, causing my eyes to widen in slight surprise.

   "Niall," I breathed, not sure of how to react. I mean, of course I would do it, but I was surprised he asked this big of a favor of me.

   "I know I know, it's a lot to ask. But you've only got to pay for her medications and visit her every once in a while. I've got all the money in a bank account already, you've just got-"

    "Say no more Niall, I would be happy to do it," I told him with a soft smile, causing him to grin so widely with tears welling up in his eyes.

  I was caught off-guard when he pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, causing me to groan a little due to the sudden pressure on all my injured areas, but nevertheless accepting the warm embrace.

   "I'm sorry, it's just that I don't have anyone anymore and you're the first person I could think of to ask this," he rambled timidly, a small blush rising to his pale cheeks.

   "Niall, honestly, it's okay," I said to him sincerely. "I'd do anything to help. Let's just hope you do make it alive. Fuck, you will make it out alive. I won't let you die on me," I pointed a finger at him, grinning as he rolled his eyes nonetheless returning my smile.

  I was glad I had Niall with me; I would have gone insane if I was alone. I would have therefore been alone with my thoughts, and that wouldn't have been a good thing as what happened prior to my abduction had practically fucked up my mind. I had locked away all the emotions I had received from the fight with Harry, temporarily just so I could focus on getting through these five days and being strong for Niall.

  Niall wasn't particularly as strong-minded as I was in this case. He was the pessimist and I was the optimist. I too felt all the negative emotions he was feeling, but I chose to keep it inside and not let it show. Instead I forced myself to stay confident and hopeful for Niall, just by doing that for Niall I somewhat believed myself every time I gave him a little speech of reassurance.

  But as I sat there with my back against the grimy wall, staring out the window where the full moon was showing brightly, I couldn't help but imagine what Harry was going through at the moment. Was he worried about me? Of course he was, I would be stupid to think not. Even though we were falling apart during that last fight, we still loved each other and if one of us got abducted, the other would lose their mind. Just like it was happening at the moment. I wondered what Harry would've felt when Andrei took that video, explaining what was going to happen and showcasing me getting rammed in the stomach by a baseball bat.

  If that happened to Harry and I was watching, I would probably cry my eyes out, feeling hopelessly pathetic just by watching him getting beat up and tortured. It was a horrible feeling. I shook my head clear of my thoughts, forcing myself to get some sleep somehow. I stared down at my lap, Niall's head resting on it as he slept peacefully, oddly enough. A smile grew on my lips at how adorable he looked curled up on my lap. He was like an innocent sweet little brother to me, whom was only interested in computer science and food. He never asked for any of this. Then again neither did I, it just happened.

  They say everything happens for a reason, and I somewhat believed that. But sometimes I wish I knew what that reason was.

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Day 3

   "How do you like your steak, Scarlett?" Andrei questioned with an eerie smile, his multi-colored eyes locking with mine before I averted my gaze.

   "It's lovely," I said dryly, picking at the boiled vegetables next to the half-eaten steak with my fork.

  Tonight had me nervous, it was because I didn't particularly know what was going to happen. Sometime around the evening, two men came to our cell and practically ripped me away from Niall. I was blinded with a black cloth and they took me to a room where there were two ladies ready to clean and prep me up for dinner with Andrei. Normally for the past two days, they gave Niall and I dinner in the cell, two trays consisting of chicken supreme and vegetables. Not bad for prison food, it was quite decent to be honest. It was just the living conditions that were brutal.

  Anyways, the two ladies cleaned up my bruises and wounds. I had two large gashes that needed desperate tending, one near my collarbones about three inches long, and another on my forearm about the same size as the other. There was a cut above my left eye, the wound already healed and closed, leaving a nasty scab in its place. My abdomen felt like my guts were on fire every time I moved. I was desperate to just go back to the cell and spend the rest of the night with Niall. But I instead I was forced to dress up in red lingerie and a revealing dress, attending a fancy dinner with the man I resented the most. What was worse was that the lingerie I was wearing gave away what the rest of the night consisted of, and honestly, I was terrified.

   "If you don't like it I can get some grilled chicken instead," he offered politely, his sly grin making my stomach lurch.

   "No it's fine," I protested lightly, picking up my knife to aid me in cutting out another piece of the steak. "It's delicious," I said with a slight smile, trying my best not to anger him in any way.

   "Good," he smiled tightly, his colorful eyes glancing at my cleavage before darting back to my own eyes.

  We continued to eat dinner in a tense silence, Andrei's eyes studying me intensely as I tried to finish my dinner at a good pace, too nervous to finish it quickly. My mind was still clouded with thoughts of what was going to happen tonight. I could feel his gaze burning into me, studying me quietly from a distance.

   "You know, your father and I used to be the best of friends back then," Andrei spoke up loudly, his words surprisingly me a little. Best friends? Andrei and my father? "Seems ironic doesn't it?" he chuckled.

   "We met when we both started training at The Organization. Believe it or not, I was a part of that shithole too. But we always got in trouble, Russell took the blame most of the time, but Ford favored him too much, so he was never punished. Whereas, I on the other hand, was always given warnings and stupid punishments," he rolled his eyes, reminiscing all the memories of his time with The Organization.

   "But when the time came for us to be professional assassins, Russell developed a lot of enemies. Enemies who wanted him tortured and dead. I remember the day I was abducted one day by Black Arrow; they blackmailed me into spying for them on The Organization. They threatened to murder my entire family, so obviously I did the deed. But they also asked me to take out Russell. I couldn't do that. I always postponed and procrastinated, avoiding the mission. But other than that, I started giving top secret information to Black Arrow," Russell continued, finishing off his dinner before taking a sip of water.

   "Eventually, The Organization found out and I was thrown into a cellar to be executed the next day. Russell resented me, hated how I had betrayed him and The Organization. He held a grudge against me, wanting to do the honor of executing me himself. But I managed to escape, somehow. But Russell swore he'd find me one day and make me pay."

   "That doesn't sound like him," I couldn't help but protest, my voice coming out firmer than I expected. Andrei smirked in amusement, not at all expecting me to speak.

   "What doesn't sound like him?"

   "He's not the type of person to hold a grudge like that. You said he murdered your family, he couldn't have done that just because you betrayed him!" I said, indicating that there must've been something worse that Andrei had done to cause my father such distress.

   "Hmmm I think I missed out something. Oh right! He had a girlfriend at the time, some Argentinian girl. I got piss drunk one night at The Club, and she was there too. Russell was off on a mission or something. Long story short, we fucked and Russell insists that it was rape. He was adamant on the fact that I had gotten her drunk as fuck and raped her," Andrei laughed, as if the memory was amusing to him.

   "Well did you?" I demanded, with wide angry eyes.

   "Did I what?"

   "Did you rape her?" I arched an eyebrow at him, already guessing the answer when his thin lips curled into a devious smile.

   "You could say that, but between us, she was totally asking for it."

   "You are a sick bastard," I spat venomously, my dark brown eyes narrowed into slits as I glared at him.

  All my confidence was suddenly drained from my body when Andrei's laughter had died down and his smirk evaporated. I swallowed thickly in fright when his pale face-hardened, a cold stony form taking its place. I backed into my seat when he stood up all of a sudden, taking long strides towards me as I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

  My body flinched when he swung his hand across the table, swiping all the plates and dishes off, causing them to fall to the floor with a loud crash. Once the table was clear, his hand went for my hair, yanking sharply causing tears to burn my eyes all of a sudden as I was heaved forwards. My cheek was pressed against the flat surface of the cold mahogany table, my body bent over the corner as I felt a tear slip from my eye.

  With my wrists captured with his one large hand, he pushed my body over the table, the edge of it cutting into my damaged stomach painfully. A yelp escaped my lips when he pushed his crotch against my ass all of a sudden, a snicker leaving his lips as I immediately struggled against his grip. I felt his presence over me as his chest met my back, his fingers tightening around my hair as he pressed his thin lips against the shell of my ear.

   "I was going to let you go back to your cell for being a good girl tonight. But I think I changed my mind after you called me a 'sick bastard'," he murmured darkly into my ear, his words striking my heart with fear.

   "Now I'm gonna teach you a lesson for being such a bad girl. Who knows? You might even enjoy it."

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-uh oh Scarlett is in some serious trouble😬

-yes I skipped the 'first day' of the five days of Scarlett and Niall's imprisonment, only because it's not really necessary to show what happens. Basically just a lot of torture. There'll be snippets like this chapter of what happens to them and also of what Harry is going through while all of this is happening.

It is all quite sad TBH.

Also, don't ship Scarlett and Niall or something. I know they met in an awkward way but their friendship developed into stronger and more beautiful, just like her friendship with Louis and Dex and Spence ☺️

Hope that clears things up for y'all. I've been moving the sweet and funny comments and posts on my profile from some of y'all and I just wanna say thank you because those are what motivate me to write and brighten up my day 😅💞

I love you babes

Until we meet again...

~T