Twenty-two

MELISSA’S POV

“Interesting.” He smirked, which made me feel creeped out.

“Get me a chain.” He ordered one of his goons.

I wondered why he had asked for a chain, but I was hoping it wasn’t something that was going to hurt us. After about two minutes, the chain was handed over to him, then he came closer to me.

I was nervous with the way he was staring at me and I couldn’t bear to make eye contact any longer with him. Then he loosed the rope they used to tie me and then with force, he chained me instead.

“What are you doing?” I retorted, in tears.

“You shouldn’t be tied with ropes. You should be chained.” He said, then clicked his tongue.

“You are hurting my friend. Why using chains?” Layla shouted at him.

“Excuse us. And take the other girl away from here.” He ordered, with his gaze, still fixed on me.

“Alright sir.”

“Wha…what’s going on? Where are you taking her to?” I asked, scared, not knowing what they were going to do to her, or me.

“Well, you should worry about yourself more ofte