21 Mercy

Scarlett,

There was a commotion in the corridor, and I heard people running. I sat up in bed, and I knew we were under attack. It was sudden, and I did not know what to do. Why hadn't my mates returned yet? I felt someone try my door, and when it didn't open, the person broke the lock. The man was huge, easily six feet six inches. I swallowed because his brown eyes had a murderous look in them. I did not know what to do. I wasn't a fighter.

"Come here!" he roared at me, and I began to shake. What was happening?

I heard something go off like a bomb, and I shook. The man seemed impatient and walked up to me and grabbed my hair. He began to drag me by it. It was painful, and I felt some strands come off the roots.

"Please," I begged; the pain was blinding, and tears were in my eyes.

"Is this the bitch?" The man said, and I looked at who they were asking. She was a staff member. They held a gun to her head, and she nodded immediately.

"Time to pay for daddy's sins, Vladislav," the m