She was all seven of the deadly sins

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"Get up." A man voiced as he walked over to me though the open door. My back resting again the wall as I was sitting on my ass my knees hugged to my chest. Looking up at him he looked curious, but his demeanour was still casted away.

The shadows covered his face, as he crossed his arms and said. "Let's go whore, trust me it's better for both of us if you just come with me." He said. And I winced at the word, I have never been fond of people calling me things I wasn't.

But I stood anyways, my body screaming at me.
He looked surprised as he studied my face,
Almost like he expected me to fight back with a few of my own coloured words. Or maybe even jump onto him and attack him at a chance of escape.

Not that I could, I was no where near as fit or tall as he was. "What, no reaction? They said you were spiteful." He chuckled, he had a sense of playfulness attached to him.

"I am when I want to be." I answered lowly, as he smiled lowly back, his teeth so white I would think they were pearls. His face grew solum tho and he shook his head and his face turned back into stone. "Lets go." He turned, and walked out the door and for some reason I followed.

I felt almost like a damn dog

I clutched my arms around my body, the chilled air tingling my exposed skin.

"What's your name?" I asked lowly, barely a whisper. And he blinked, like he was contemplating telling me. "Marco" he said plainly.

The corridor was long, and had so many twists and turns that you could get lost in here for hours if you didn't know which way you were going. But I guess that's maybe the point of why they hold people down here like prisoners.

I felt daring, so I asked "why am I here?" I assumed if anyone would tell me it would be him, he looked a lot less shady and tense then the other men here. He glanced back at me, just for a second, before his gaze went back straight "because He wants you here."

He, I barley have to guess who he is, but why does he want me here? Why did he stop my execution?

I knew better then to ask more, because I concluded that that was all he was going to say about that topic. Looking around as I walked, doors along the walls, I could hear crying;sobs.
They were quite but I could hear them.

If I could I'd unlocked every door and then burn this place down. If I could.

"Pick up the pace, you don't want to be walking down here without me." Marco uttered like a demand and so I walked faster and straighter.
My lips saying 'why'

"If someone catches you down here alone, they will shoot you." Marco said carelessly like nothing.

My hands going to my chest, Lucas on my mind. I found it hard to believe that he was actually gone, and I found it harder to understand why.

How did my brother know these people, and what has he done to protect me that got him in so much trouble?

Who even were they and why did they call the scary bastard of a man 'boss' ?

The longer I'm here, the more questions filled my head.

Marco stopped at a golden door, my eyes shining from the glare of it.

Marco got a look in his eye, not a sad but a regretful look. His face tensed with a warning and my heart started I beat with anxiety.

"When you go here do not talk. Do not move, and if he asks a question you answer. If he tells you to do something you do it. You can't do what you did to him back in the cells because he won't take that again and he will kill you."

His words made me tense. "What's in there?" I asked, as I fiddled with my nails which many had now been broken. Perfect for scratching people tho~

Marco looked at me but didn't answer as he knocked on the door in a code, before it opened and he gazed at me one more time. His hand grabbing my arm so tight I stumbled after him Into the dim lit room.

Through the dark I heard the door slam closed.
Like this was vault that had to be kept sealed.

Marco threw me to the floor, my hands barely catching me. A grunt coming from my mouth.
My hands stung as they struggled to support me after all the abuse.

Pulling myself to my knees it was quite, and I shook as I lifted my eyes.

"Serina Accardi, is the sister of Lucas Accardi. Despite her brother there are no records of parents. She went to Meadowbrook Highschool where she passed top of her class earring her a scholarship to Harvard which she declined in order to stay close to Lucas." Marco said as he walked over to where 'the boss' was sitting.

The chair was almost like a throne, no it was a throne. His very own unholy chair, like he though he deserved it.

"She has had no boyfriends yet many sexual encounters over the last couple of years."

Widening my eyes I glared daggers at the people In front of me. The four grey walls trapping us all in like mice in a cage.

"Her brother had her distract men while he snuck around in their offices, cars and houses." Marco said as he crossed his arms, and I licked my lips. Was that was he was getting me to do? Back then I was 18 and clueless, and I guess he took advantage of that.

"But we don't think Serina had a clue of what her brother was doing, or what she was doing." Marco added

"Are you guessing or do you know?" The man who choked me growled at Marco, and I slid backwards slightly.

Lucas never told me why I was doing that, but he always said that it was helping him get back what was stolen. And I never questioned him even though My veins burned with curiosity.

I only did it 3 times, before I told him I would never do it again.

The men he would send me after we're nothing special, business men, and all he asked was that I kept them busy.

Marco looked to me, "I don't know sir." Marco said.

But I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew it was probably illegal or dangerous. But I also knew better than to test my brothers patience.

I tried my best to stay quite, like Marco told me too. But I can't stay quiet, plus what do I have to lose. I doubt they will let me go home, and everyone probably already thinks I'm dead so I might as just well be.

"Who the fuck even are you people." I growled, and it sounded more forceful then I thought it would. "Why do you look like fucking Dracula and his wenches?" I said my hand motioning to The scary bastard in the chair and all the men standing around him like servants.

Marco shot daggers at me, I pretty much broke every single rule he told me.

"Lorenzo she is-" Marco said. Oh so the bosses name is Lorenzo. A good name for a bad man.

"A slut, a cunt and a prostitution whore." Lorenzo said as he looked down at me from his stupid fucking chair. I felt my fists clench, my nails digging into my skin.

Lorenzo looked so evil, and I wanted to punch him in his face. "Come here." He yelled, the whole room silencing. All 6 of the men looking anywhere but at him. They were scared of him.

Taking a breath, I contemplated doing what he asked. For a second I went to stand, just a second before I stopped myself. "No." I whispered, and he looked at me in rage. I was guessing this was one of the first times someone has said no to him.

"No?" He laughed lowly. Marco shook his head as he looked at me, before his eyes went to his feet. I mean he did try to tell me, but I don't listen to what people tell me to do.

I'm reckless. So let me be reckless.

"No." I repeated, my body shaking and my nerves on fire. His eyes looked down straight at me, and for a second they flashed with what almost looked like amusement. "We all die. And If I am going to die it sure as hell won't be bowing down to someone I don't respect." The worlds fell off my tongue in truths.

I've never been scared to die.

"And if I die, then at least I have honour. Something you will never have." I spat that at him like it was just us in the room. I had no idea where my adrenaline came from.

he stood from his chair and walked down to me, pulling out his gun placing it on my forehead. "Do you still feel honourable knowing that I took your clothes off?" He sneered his teeth clenched "that men watched you while you laid bare?"

My stomach turned in disgust. And I sucked my lip in between my teeth. His eyes watching me intently. "Do you still feel honoured knowing that I could have let them rape you?" He said and I swallowed down tears.

Looking up at him and his gun, I released my lip from my teeth. His eyes looking at me like he wanted me to cry, to suffer. And my skin did crawl at the thought that men could have-

"They why didn't you let them?" I whispered

he looked down at me, his eyes moving to my body. I wanted to cover myself with my hands, but I didn't.

He crouched down, and grabbed my face in his hand. His grip pinching at my cheeks as he held my head still. His voice loud enough for only me to hear "I am going to find your limit, and I am going to break you little bird,". The way he said the word 'break' made goosebumps fluster on my skin.

Swallowing the fear that was restricting my throat I said "Good luck." I whispered at the same level. I know I was playing with fire, that I just openly disrespected this man. I know that he must be part of some illegal group, and that telling him to basically go fuck himself was not one of my smartest plans.

"You know I'll win." He whispered like a promise.

He looked into my eyes, intensely. Lorenzo even when he was crouched down to where I was sitting was still towering me. Tattoos lined his skin, and his hair was slicked and neat.

"Well You know I'll fight." I growled right back.

He nodded his head, before he whipped me over the head with his gun. My body falling once again to the floor. My visions blurry, I watched as Lorenzo sat back on his throne. I think he might have said something-

Or maybe it was just an echo.