The Dark Rose ? {18+}

'But he that dares not grasp the thorn. Should never crave the rose.' – Anne Bronte

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I listened as dirt crunched beneath boots. Around six men, dressed in dark suites heading towards the grimy building I was trapped in. Watching them through the gap in the wall, it was hard to see their faces.

Anxiety took hold of my chest as I struggled to breath. The humid air mixed with the darkness of the room was causing me to hyperventilate as I began to feel claustrophobic.

I watched as my taunter sauntered to the door to welcome the men. Five men passed him, shaking his hand before entering the room, their dark eyes watching me like I was the helpless animal locked up in the zoo for people to gawk at.

A sixth man makes his way into the room, he seems to be in his late twenties, early thirties as he stops next to Mark's lifeless body. He's nicely toned as his clothes strain against his body. I can tell he is their boss just from the way he conducts himself, whilst everyone else stands to attention, watching him closely as he clicks his tongue, kneeling to assess Mark's body. His brown hair is tamed and combed back, his suite is black, his tie a mustard gold with a silver badge pinned to it, the initials A.R carved into it.

He continues to click his tongue, "Pierce," my attacker steps forward as his boss addresses him, "What did I say about controlling your thirst?"

My attacker who I now know is called Pierce, chuckles like this whole thing is amusing to him, "It was the least he deserved for almost damaging the merchandise." He comments with disgust laced in his tone.

Their bosses grey eyes instantly glance towards me, meeting my frightened gaze. I would have considered him rather handsome if it weren't for him being the reason I was kidnapped. He calls to his men whilst his focus is on me, "Toby. Erin." Two men step forward, hearing their names being called, "Have this mess cleaned up, will you?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, not liking the way he referred to Mark's Body as a 'mess'. It was so degrading and inconsiderate.

The two men, each took hold of opposite ends of Mark's body and took him outside. I presumed they would dispose of his body the same way they treated him...

...like an animal.

Their boss stands up, wiping down his trousers as he stalks towards me. Pierce following close behind as his lips turn up in a snarl. When his boss is just a few feet away from me he says,  "This is the one who compelled you?"

I furrow my brows in confusion, Pierce nodding his head as if he was ashamed by it, anger bubbling within him as he watches me. "Her influence was enough for me to let her go." Pierce informs.

What on earth was he talking about?

I didn't make him do anything!

Their boss kneels to the ground, examining me with interest. "Tell me to do something." He demands quietly.

I watch him cautiously, not too sure of what he is asking of me. "I don't understand." I shiver, fear coursing through my veins causing me to shudder.

He inclines his head to side slightly, his words much clearer this time, "Command me to do something, anything you wish."