Last Words

Damien's POV.

"What the fuck is this?" I yelled, staring at the message.

The elevator shook and once again, I lost balance. I almost dropped to the floor but I used my suitcase to steady myself. Someone was making the elevator malfunction so that it would fall.

I was on the eighteenth floor of over thirty floors. If this elevator fell then I would certainly die. Although I knew a few tips about how to position my body when an elevator started falling, the distance between the elevator and the ground was too fatal.

My phone beeped again and I reluctantly brought it to sight.

"What are your last words?" I read and let out a scowl.

"I have no last words, bastard because I am not dying tonight," I growled and slammed my hand on the elevator wall. "You can toil with the elevator as much as you want, but nothing you do can faze me again!"

"Is this all you've got bastard, I know that you're hear—" My words were cut short when the elevator suddenly moved again.

The light was still going