Chapter 014- Murder?
BREAKING NEWS:
The nominee for best female lead role play of the Year 'Mercy Ramond' has been found dead near the urban lake. Passby alleged she died while struggling to get out of her brake-failed sports car. Her body was severely burnt, making her almost unidentified. Is this really an accident or a murder?!
Related news:
~Is this another murder case?
~Is the country under an unidentified threat?
~Ways to safely exit your brake-failing car.
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Ivanna stayed stiffened with her eyes glued to the phone as she read the news. Fear crept into her chest as she remembered the scene of last night. She was the same girl Rogue was talking to last night, the same girl that slapped his whorish face with harsh force.
Did he know she was there? Will he kill her too?
She needed to leave for the university as soon as possible. It's much better than staying near a person who could kill her before she realizes it.
Before she could take out her bags, her mind drifted back to the pics and videos she took last night. She could use this to sue Rogue. She quickly brought out her phone and clicked the video, but it wasn't opening. She checked the pics, but they were missing. What happened?
Then she noticed a video that wasn't there before. She clicked it, only to jerk back with fear.
It was a video of a bird being chopped bit by bit. It was a living bird. That person was cruel. After it was chopped, its body parts were then smashed with a rod. A message appeared at the end of the video.
~It's a bird today, but it might be you tomorrow. Mind your business!
It didn't take long to know her phone was hacked and the evidence she had against him had been deleted.
He was coming for her next, she was sure of it.
She hurriedly took her suitcases and trotted downstairs. She had said goodbyes to Mr. Quinn and the servants the previous night. The day was still early, a few minutes past five a.m., and she didn't need to eat breakfast. You'd never know, eating breakfast here might be the last she would be having. She hurled her fingers into the air to hold the door-
"Are you going somewhere?" A voice came from her back, startling her. Her mind fell to the ground when she recognized the voice. "You're shaking, is something wrong?" He asked again. She spun gradually and glanced at the shirtless Rogue. She thought he was concerned about her early departure, but the smirk hunting to crawl off his lips made her blood run cold.
"N-no."
"Is someone after your life? What mischievous stunt have you pulled again?" As he asked, he walked nearer to her, his steps were frighteningly slow. "Did you do something that'll make someone want your life as a reward? Or peeped and took pics of a scene you weren't supposed to?" He was scaring her. Her trembling limbs were almost giving away, he wanted her life as a reward, a reward for what? Being a psychopath? Does his father know what his son was? And Roman?
He strolled closer to her until she was cornered against a wall. His face bent terrifyingly low to her ear, his breath fanned her neck. His free hand tucked her loose strand behind her ear. "Don't let your little thoughts get into my head, I'm not a psychopath, but I could become worse than one." He trailed his nose on her cheek. "You've become a nose poker, babygirl, and a punishment for such is death."
Her heart stood still.
"But," He pressed her into the wall, "You can be free if only you do what I tell you to."
Hope filled her chest as she raised her head towards him. "What's that?"
He smirks before responding. "I need the spare key to your dormitory later on."
"What?!" She was confused. The spare keys were for the roommate. "B-but my roommate-"
"You don't have to worry about that."
She was already worried.
"My eyes are on you, babygirl, don't make a mistake again." With this, he walked away. Her heart wouldn't stop throbbing, it ached inside her chest. She wasn't dead.
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Silent footsteps entered a facility far away from town, it was in a secluded place with no building near it. The footsteps marched inside.
A young man walked towards the person and bowed his head. "It's been a while," The young man said as he followed behind the person.
"Got busy," The person replied.
The house had guards everywhere with guns positioned in their hands. "Are you here to see him? He's asleep. Gave him his usual dosage. But he'll be up soon."
The person didn't reply, they walked in silence into a room. The room had a secret door that led to another room. Inside the inner room was a man tied to a wall. His bloody clothes and bruised face tell the pain he had gone through.
The person walked nearer to him and crouched. He patted the bruised individual's face. "Stop pretending to be asleep," He said.
The bruised man opened his eyes painfully slowly, but when he realized who was before him, he shrank back with fear. "Rogue, What else do you want?" He asked with a bitter tone.
Rogue, chuckled. "Tired already? I thought you said you wouldn't be frightened if I pointed a gun at your head?"
"You're insane, Rogue," The man said but hissed as his cheeks hurt.
"I can see you aren't tired." Rogue turned around to leave, but the bruised man's face halted him.
"Why are you doing this, for revenge?"
This made Rogue laugh out loud. It sounded funny to him. "Revenge?" He stepped closer. "Do you think I'll have my revenge with you in this luxury? With a roof and food provided to you? Nah, I'm not that sane, Roman."
"Then why? I'm your twin brother!"
"So?" He bent, "I think we've both finalized that I'm insane, insane people don't care for family, Roman, you should know by now."
"Is it because of her? I tried to protect her, I did. You can't blame me for it."
This made the expression on Rogue's face fall. His gaze then held seriousness and irritation. "I never blamed you for it, Roman, but it seems you always blamed me for it." He turned around with an Indifferent attitude. "And no, it isn't because of her."
"Then because of what?"
An insane grin appeared on his face suddenly, scaring Roman. "It isn't because of anything, Roman, I just felt like seeing you in pain." He brought his face near Roman's ear and uttered with a low tone. "I'm a sadist, in case you've forgotten."