Dangerously Unusual

Chapter 9

"Wipe those away." his dry tone came in. I looked up at him, getting annoyed.

"What? Wipe what? My tears???" I growled, boiling from inside. He stared at me and I stared back. I

was shivering because of the anger I suddenly couldn't contain. Tears just rolled down my cheeks

continuously.

"Do you know who you are talking to??"

"Yes!!! A mad Guy!!! I've said it!! Come kill me!! You've already even done so! I'm better off dead than

alive anyway. In a week or even less, my whole life was destroyed!" I cried out angrily. I expected the

worst and didn't care.

He stared at me like a devil. I noticed the swollen vein at his temple and I knew he would probably

bang my head against the wall. Man, I was ready to run! It was not because I'd said I didn't care if he

killed me, that he had to, right?

To my surprise, he unbuttoned the police shirt he still had on before taking it off. Beneath was his white

singlet which he also took off. I blinked in confusion. His athletic body took me off guard and I stared

like a dumbass. His chest...stomach...abs...arms...all wasted for the killing of innocent people! He

stared at me and once again, I stopped breathing!

'Gawd! If he rapes me, I'm dying!’

I thought to myself, fear taking over me again.

To my surprise, he simply sat down and opened the box, taking out a wig and some female clothes.

Then he took some card-like things and little books from his briefcase and aimed them at me. I looked

at him in wonder.

"You'll wear those clothes. And you'll have those things on you."

I picked what he'd thrown at my feet. There was a fake ID with my picture present and a fake visa

along with a plane ticket. How did he? I had a fake Visa and ID in my hands! How? Had all this been

planned, already?

"We'll... We'll surely be caught...and why do I have an already made ID??? And visa??? You planned

on taking me along??" I dared to ask.

"No. But plans have changed. Seems my boss will be very happy to know you."

"What???"

'Boss?’

I widened my eyes in shock. Was this some indirect way of saying that I was going to be sold off or

owned by some crazy terrorist and dangerous leader?

"W...what?? No! I am not going anywhere with these or with you! There's no way I...." I cut my sentence

short when Anthonio pointed his gun straight at my forehead.

"Now pick those things up, get into that bath and take a fucking shower. If it was up to me I would've

killed you a long time ago. Your mouth makes me sick. Now go!"

I stared at him in shock mixed with anger and fear.

"Y...you're rude..." I dared to say. He angrily took a step forward and before he could realize it, I'd run

into the bathroom.

I stood in the bathroom, trying not to sob or chicken out again. But it was hard not to do so. I was going Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

to undress when he knocked at the door and I opened it.

"Here." he handed the clothes and wig, which I'd forgotten to take along. I took them and banged the

door in his face. That was the least I could do. So pathetic.

***

After I'd taken a bath and gotten all dressed in the clothes he'd given me, I wore the wig. Then I left the

bath and stood in front of him.

"I'm done," I told him in a dry tone.

I have dressed in a baby pink fitting gown, long and black chic boots, and a fur jacket. Not to forget the

short wig I had on. He looked at me from head to toe.

"Apply to make-up." he gave me a make-up set. I made up and returned to him.

"Put these on." he gave me a pair of brown eye contacts. I still did as I was told.

He then asked me to go stand by the wall. I did and I watched him get a strange camera from his bag

before approaching me. It was one I'd never seen. He raised the camera to my face and clicked.

Immediately, a little portrait picture, the size of a passport picture, came out. I was silently impressed.

He took the little picture and replaced the fake ID picture with it.

"Whenever you go out with me, you have to look like this. That is the wig and eye contact. And make-

up."

I simply nodded.

"I'm going in. Touch a thing in here and I'll know. And you're still to discover who you're messing with if

you dare to try me."

I wouldn't dare!

He locked the main door and kept the keys in his pocket. Then, he took some clothes and entered the

bath.