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She's Mine
She's Mine
Author: ~S.Y

Chapter 01

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AUTHOR|~S.Y

VALENTINA

“ State your name. ” He asks me again.

How many times has it been already? I stay unmoving, not really ready to answer any questions at all.

My hands are cuffed to the table in front of me and the man sitting on the opposite side of this table is a good sight to behold, but he is not that great.

This has been going on for almost one hour now. He has repeated the same question over and over again.

State your name.

Such a simple question. But, it's not so simple.

My name is my identity, a confirmation of who I am. If I tell them my name, it means, I have opened up my mouth. Once I open my mouth, they will get everything out of me and I can’t let this happen.

So, I keep my mouth sealed shut. It's better if they think I am a mute, but they are not dumb. Too bad.

People from this Crime Intelligence Agency are too smart.

I relax back in the chair, enjoying this good time in which they have not decided to torture me. When they really start getting the information out of me, it will turn messy and...

Bloody, of course.

“ State your name. ” He asks that annoying question again. He is like some irritating song played on repeat mode. It irks me out and that's what this man wants from me anyway.

Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply. There is nothing in the air, except for the scent of his Expensive cologne, which he used to intimidate me.

“ You think your boyfriend will come to save you but trust me on this... ” Finally, he says something else and this something grabs my undivided attention.

“ No one can find you here. ”

He is smug. A smirk curves up the corner of his lip after he says this.

Sighing softly, I look around myself. It’s an all white room.

White walls. White floor. White table. White chairs.

Everything is sleek clean in here. It doesn’t put my nerves at ease though. It scares me instead.

What did they do here that they had to clean the room like this? This is the question they want me to ponder about.

I look down at my clothes. I am wearing a white shirt and sweatpants. They changed my clothes into this, while I was unconscious.

“ So…you won’t say anything. ” He is not saying this to me. He is wondering to himself, finally coming to a conclusion of his own.

“ I guess you will talk after Agent Vitali comes. ” He nods his head to himself and relaxes back in the chair.

I notice his suit. It’s black.

This is so unfair.

Pursing my lips, I try to mirror his pose by relaxing back, but I am not given the privilege of moving freely. If I try to relax back, my hands scrap against the handcuffs.

Oh God! I think I Wanna sleep. This is so scary and boring.

Agent… whatever is his name is staring me down just like I am doing to him.

Suddenly, the door to the silent room opens with a soft click and a man steps inside.

“ You are here, Agent Vitali. She is all yours. Get the answers. ” Agent dash goes to the door and moves past the other man to leave the room.

I break out of my scared trance when Agent I-don’t-the-name-of, leaves us alone.

I shift my eyes and blink at him.

He has black piercing eyes. A sharp gaze which holds a person on their spot. Unmoving and Breathless.

His hair match his eyes. Dark as night. Pure deep darkness.

Coal and Ashes. That’s what his eyes and hair make me think about.

My eyes move down to his flaring nose and then down to his thick pink lips which are set in thin line.

My eyes travel lower and stop at his jaw which is perfectly angled.

His height is at least six – four something and the black fitted suit he wears, doesn’t help hiding his great body.

His ears are pierced. Tattoos peek from the collar and cuffs of his black dress shirt. This already suggests he is not that usual kind of Agent, like everyone here.

Slowly, my eyes travels down further and stop at the black Attaché Briefcase held in his right hand. As I stare at it, he shifts it from his right hand to his left and I end up gulping after seeing the silver rings on his fingers.

Agent Vitali.

He is Agent Vitali. He is not the first breath-taking man I have seen in my life, but there is definitely something different about him.

Something captivating. Something sinister.

I have heard about him. About the tales of his infamous torture. He can crack the hardest of nuts. He can make even animals talk.

He is scary.

I guess it’s torture time. I wish they clean the room the same way after they are done with me.

He walks toward me elegantly and places the briefcase over the table, creating a thud noise. I drag my tongue over my lips and crane my neck back to keep my eyes fixed at him.

He blinks and looks away. He pushes the chair back, scrapping it hard against the floor and making a screech noise. I flinch, closing my eyes.

Opening my eyes after a moment, I sigh out. He is sitting in front of me now. Unlike the agent earlier, he is not wearing a strong suffocating Cologne.

He is wearing a soft masculine cologne. Not too intimidating, but attractive nonetheless.

“ So Ms. Valentina Morgan. ” He removes his black coat and speak up in a calm and deep voice.

Definitely different. He is not asking me to tell him my real name on repeat mode. As expected, they know my real name already. They just want me to start talking.

After placing his coat on the back of his chair, he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and rolls the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his intricate inked veiny arms.

My eyes are caught up in his movement. It’s not attraction. It’s cautiousness.

“ Before we begin, do you want to say anything, Ms. Valentina? Anything to tell? ” He asks after he places his hands on the table, breaking me out of my trance.

“ N-No. ” Shit! I just talked. Why did I talk? I grimace and his lips twitch.

Fuck all of this!

“ If you don’t have anything to tell me… ” He trails off, waiting for me to gaze up at him. When I look up, I am breathing deeply.

“ We should begin then. ”

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