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My vision was really fuzzy, so I slowly woke up and blinked my eyes several times. After my vision cleared, I realized I was in a dark room. I was ready to jump up and go when I realized I was tethered to a chair. I honestly have no idea what is going on. I started yelling for help and attempting to free myself from the chair.

"WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE COME AND HELP ME?!" I screamed extremely loudly

I kept my mouth shut when I heard footsteps approaching the door. I noticed the door open but couldn't see who walked in. When the lights were turned on, I noticed a light-skinned boy with tattoos on his arms and neck, as well as a couple on his face, and curly hair.

He appeared to be a very mean person based on the expression on his face. He approached me and bowed down to look at me.

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"Can you tell me your name, shawty?" In a calm tone, he inquired.

"My name is Angel. Can you please get me out of here? I don't know what's going on," I begged, my voice trembling.

"Angel, you say? That fits you, but believe me, if I could let you go shawty, I would. You got yourself into this situation, and now you have to figure out how to get yourself out." He shrugged his shoulders.

With a puzzled expression on my face, I looked at him. "What exactly do you mean? I never harmed you in any way. I've never seen you before in my life."

He started laughing at me, saying, "It's not me you harmed. You harmed my boss, and he is furious at what you did. Now, because he's more aggressive than me, I'm going to try to be nice and easy on you. All you have to do is truthfully answer the question I'm about to ask you. Did you recently steal from someone?"

I mean, I stole from a few people, so he could be talking about anyone, but I don't want to answer that question because whatever answer I give him could get me killed. He may appear to be nice, but he could be just as evil as everyone else.

He kept a straight face as he looked at me. "Hey, I don't want to kill you or in any way harm you. All you have to do is tell the truth to me."

I looked down at my feet to keep from making eye contact with him. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You've misidentified me as someone else."

He laughed again as he stood up straight. He raised my chin with his index finger. "You know I don't have you wrongly identified, and I also know you're not telling the truth. I'm doing everything I can to avoid hurting you. Now, did you steal from someone recently, and if so, who sent you?"

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. "I've already told you. I have no idea what you're talking about. I did nothing."

He let out a sigh. "Alright bet."

He turned around and walked towards the door. I honestly didn't want him to abandon me here. I do believe I can trust him, but no one can be trusted in this game. I mean, he appears to be sincere.

"Hey. Listen, you appear to be quite cool. Could you just get me out of here so I can help you? " I inquired in a pleasant tone.

He came to a halt in his tracks and turned around to face me, saying, "As much as I want to, I can't do that, and you don't need to help me. You must assist yourself."

He then walked out the door after saying that. Why couldn't I just tell the damn truth? Perhaps he could have assisted me in escaping or could possibly kill Manny for me. To be honest, I'm curious as to who his superior is. I should've known that the majority of the people I killed or stole from would seek revenge on me sooner or later.

I was looking in my pocket to see whether my phone was there, but it doesn't appear to be. When they placed me in the vehicle, they must have taken it.

I heard footsteps returning to the door and assumed it was the boy who had just left. I didn't realize who it was until the light landed on the person's face who had opened the door. I couldn't believe Jayceon was still alive when he strolled in. So he was talking about Jayceon the entire time?

What kind of human is he? The drug I gave him was supposed to kill him right away. Plus Rubi and I suffocated him with the pillow. With an devilish grin on his face, he glanced at me.

He tightened his grip on my jaw. "I must say, you're a very astute bitch. When you arrived at my party, I should have sensed something was up with you. He then took the pill from his pocket that I had given him. Did you really think you could kill me?"

I spit on him and stared at him directly in the eyes. He looked at me as if it didn't bother him in the least. He licked the spit off his face as he wiped it away. He's so nefarious for doing that. I can hear the bones in my neck cracking as he pulls my hair so hard.

"You'll wish you hadn't done that." He said this while evilly whispering in my ear.

"Fuck you!" I screamed at him.

He laughed before slamming a powerful punch into my gut. It seemed like he cracked my rib cage. I started coughing uncontrollably. He then took my face in his hands and forced me to look at him.

"Now I want you to answer me honestly, or I'll ruin that beautiful face of yours. Who sent you to steal my shit?" He spoke to me calmly.

I can't tell him the truth because if I do, Manny would harm my family, which I can't allow.

With a shrug of the shoulders, I expressed my dissatisfaction with the current situation. "I have no idea. I was simply carrying out instructions."

He chuckled and looked at me for a moment. He then punched me in the stomach once more, and I coughed up blood this time. "Do you really think I'm stupid bitch? You know who told you to steal from me, and if you don't tell me who you're working for, I may have no choice but to kill you."

"I mean honestly, I just stole something that didn't belong to you." I said carelessly.

I became dizzy after he pounded me in the stomach once again. "You want to be a smartass, huh? Trust me, I can do this all day. I don't give a shit if you're a woman or not. I'll keep punching you until you puke up your entire intestines. Now, who sent you?"

I was exhaling heavily. "May I ask you a question? How did you avoid death?"

He burst into laughter at me. "Because the drug you gave me was a piece of shit. That drug didn't work well enough to put me to sleep. You should have put in more effort than that. You should've just shot me in the head instead of giving me that stupid ass pill, and did you really think you and your weak ass friend could suffocate me with a damn pillow? I'm not going to lie, the shit did make me weak for a minute."

I let out a quiet snicker. "Perhaps I should have put a couple of bullets between your eyebrows."

He gave me a look before pulling a plastic bag from his pocket. "Since you still refuse to speak. All I have to do now is keep pressuring you to speak. I'm going to demonstrate how to properly suffocate someone."

He suffocated me by placing the bag over my head. I tied to wiggled my way out of the bag but couldn't get out. He had been suffocating me for so long that I almost black the fuck out, but he managed to take the bag off of my head just in time.

He took my face in his hands and forced me to look at him. "Can you tell me who sent you? I need to know right now."

I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I blinked my eyes softly. "Suck my dick."

He had a crazed expression on his face when he glanced at me. My jaw was clenched by him. "I see you're a tough ass bitch, and I have to admit I admire you. However, I despise the fact that I must murder you."

He put the bag over my head again and suffocated me even more. The more he suffocates me, the more light headed I become. I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment. For at least 15 seconds, he held the bag over my head. He snatched my jaw and yanked the bag off my head.

"Tell me who ordered you to rob me, or I'll continue to suffocate your ass." He spoke to me calmly.

Someone opened the door, which I heard. When I look to my side, I see that it was the boy from earlier. "Aye Game, be gentle with her. You don't have to treat her like that bro."

He stepped up to the boy and gave him a mean mug. "Bitch nigga, are you on my side or hers? What do you mean, take it easy on her? She stole my shit and refuses to tell me who sent her or where my shit is."

He took a step closer to Jayceon. He has no fear in his heart, as you can tell.

"How about you relax while I try to communicate with her? Alright cuz?" He said politely

Jayceon was staring at him with a scowl on his face. "All good, but if you don't get this bitch to talk," He then turned to face me. "I'm going to slit her throat open."

Jayceon glanced at me for about a minute before walking away.

The boy approached me and knelt down. "I realize that you want to be loyal to whoever you're working with, and I respect that, but you have to speak the truth."

I started laughing hysterically. "I will die if I tell, and I will die if I do not tell. I'm going to die either way."

He took a deep breath and sighed. "I've never done anything like this before, shawty, but I'm not going to let you die. Just hold tight for me."

He stood up and walked out after a brief glance at me. I looked around the room to check if there was a window because if there was, I might can escape, but tragically, there was none. I began to feel dizzy again, and my eyes began to shut on me. I tried to keep them open, but they eventually closed.

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My vision had returned to being fuzzy when I awoke. My stomach ached so badly that I hissed in anguish. I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was get home to Rubi and my mother. This is insane because I can't believe I'm being held captive by Manny and Jayceon like this can't be real. I was ready to fall asleep again when I heard the door open.

It was the curly-haired boy. He took a step in front of me. "Jayceon said to untie yo ass since you need clean yourself up."

I burst out laughing. "Why is he suddenly trying to be nice?"

He freed me from the chair. "Nah shawty, he doesn't care if you rot in your own piss. I was the one who persuaded him to let you at least wash your ass and eat something."

When I got out of the chair, I groaned in pain. He tightened his grip on my arm. I think he wanted to make sure I didn't get away. We exited the dimly lit room and entered this long ass hallway. It was a bathroom when he opened one of the doors. There was water and bubbles in the tub. Because I didn't want to take off my bloody clothes, I turned around and stared at him.

With a straight expression, he glanced at me. "What?"

With a dumb expression on my face, I gazed at him. "I don't want you to see me naked, so please respect my request for privacy."

He turned around with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not going to leave this bathroom because I know you'll try to flee."

I rolled my eyes and began removing my clothing. "I was not." I said to myself in hushed tones.

He laughed. "I'm sure you were planned on doing it. I'm not a dumb ass nigga."

I hopped into the tub quickly because I didn't want him to see me naked. I sat down in the tub, happy that the hot water had helped my stomach feel better. It was still hurting because Jayceon had pounded me in the stomach like I was a punching bag. I guess the guy turned around and sat on the toilet starring at me after he heard me sat in the tub.

With a deadpan expression, he continued to stare at me. "By the way, my name is Demarcus. I never revealed my name to you. I'm trying to figure out why a woman like you is in this predicament."

I'm not sure if I should tell him everything or not. This could be a set up or something, but it doesn't feel like one to me. I simply went ahead and told him everything.

I let out a sigh. "When I moved into my father's house a few days ago, I found myself in this scenario. My father was a drug dealer, and I believe he took some money from some individuals, and the guy I'm currently working with, Manny, assumes that I know where the money is at in the house, which I don't. Now he wants me to rob, sell, and murder people until I can find the money."

He had a stunned expression on his face. "You work for Manny? Manny Montana? I had heard a few things about him. Along with Jayceon, he's a top drug dealer. So he was the one who told you to take Jayceon's shit?"

What he said made me giggle. "I mean, it wasn't your boy shit. It was Manny's, and he told me to take it back. Please don't tell Jayceon because if you do, something big will start, and my name will be in the middle of it, and then me and my family will perish."

He made a zip gesture with his hand. "I'm gon snitch on you. That snitching shit is something I don't do cuz. Listen, I'll assist you in getting out of here. All you have to do now is wait patiently."

I gave a nod. "How did you end up working with Jayceon anyways?"

He smirked and took out a lighter and his weed, which he began to smoke. "I was the kid that grew up on the streets because my parents were absent. I started gang banging after selling crack at the age of 15 to make quick money. Jayceon came across me on the streets one day and saw potential in me. He urged me to work with him and promised me that if I did, I would be wealthy."

"Did you ever become wealthy?" In a low voice, I inquired.

He smirked as he looked at me. "Oh hell yeah. I never had anything before, but now I have about 5 cars and a big ass mansion, but the longer I work for him, the more he irritates me. He's always belittling me ah nigga, as if I'm not capable of being the boss around this bitch. I'm going to show him the real me sooner or later."

He grabbed a towel and a change of clothes. He stood up from the toilet and moved his gaze to the door. That must mean it's time to get out of the tub. I jumped out of the tub and quickly dried myself off. I wore a plain white t-shirt with black leggings.

He shifted his gaze back to me after turning around. "Come on, let's get you in the room."

He took my arm and led me back to the same dimly lit room. He led me inside after opening the door. I sat in the chair, and he tied my foot to the chair rather than my arms. I looked at him, flummoxed.

"I'ma go and get yo ass something to eat and drink cause I know yo ass starving." He said this as he walked out the door.

In all honesty, I had no idea this boy would be nice to me or even try to help me get out of here. I was afraid he'd beat me up or worse. I'll have to find the money for Manny when I get out of here because I can't stay in this situation any longer. It took him about 5 minutes to return. He returned with a plate of bologna sandwich and a cup of water.

I looked at the bologna sandwich with disgust. "I'm not going to eat that cold ass sandwich."

He looked at me with a skeptical expression on his face. "Do you believe I'm supposed to bring you fucking steak and mashed potatoes? I will gladly accept this shit back."

I rolled my eyes, grabbed the sandwich from the plate, and bit into it. I chewed it before grabbing a cup of water and drinking it. That was refreshing, I won't lie, because all that smothering Jayceon was doing to me was making me thirsty as hell.

"I'll do my best to assist you." He muttered this as he walked out of the room.

I'm not sure what kind of plan he has up his sleeve, but I'm hoping it's a good one rather than a bad one. I can't wait to get out of here and find this money so that all of this nonsense will end because the longer I don't find the money, the more scenarios like these will arise.

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Hello, everyone. I hope you find this chapter interesting. Please let me know how you feel about it if you do. To be honest, I'm beginning to wonder if I should change the angel's character because I realize many people have used her in their stories and she just doesn't fit mine. Maybe I should have chosen someone else, but it's too late now. I'm already on chapter 18, so I might as well keep her.

Could you please tell me in the comments whether you think I should keep her or not? Thanks 💕

Love, Red ❤️