Tanya's POV I thought he meant for everything to happen in just one day. Simply put, I wanted to see him as soon as possible, but he instead waved me off. "We will continue this another day," he said. "I still have some work to do with Rodrigo. It was better to see him when he was broken. You see, I don't know what it will take to break him." I wanted to shout that he shouldn't torture him to break him. There was no purpose in doing that. But if I said so, he would think I still had some affection for him, which I did, and then everything would be scattered. I needed to put up an awe-inspiring act if I was to save him. There was no way for me to do it without that. "Do what you have to do," I said. "I think it's going to be very interesting to see how he acts and talks when you are done with him." "That's the spirit," he said. "I'll communicate the date and time to you, and then you'll get to see him one last time. After that, we can kill him and confirm our deal." My he
Tanya's POV The next couple of days passed quickly, but none of them went by without me thinking about what he was going through in his captivity. I knew that he would be subjected to torture, and the thought of that alone was enough to make me feel nauseous. It was difficult for me to focus on anything, but luckily, there wasn't much to focus on. I went about my daily routine slowly, waiting impatiently for the one message to move things forward. Finally, it came to me about two weeks after that, a cryptic message, but I didn't need anyone to translate it for me. I already had a clear understanding of what it meant. "It is time," I thought in relief, suddenly realising that I had wasted all the time I had been given. Instead of looking for a solution like Dante had suggested many times, I had spent the time cooped up indoors, wanting everything to blow over. Now that it was time, I was not prepared for an attack. "What am I going to do now?" I asked myself, suddenly knowing
Tanya's POV It was funny, him dressing me. It might have felt romantic if not for the fact that he was my grandfather practically, and I hated him somehow. Anyway, he had already seen every part of me previously, so there was nothing to be ashamed of. He was being cautious with everything he did, and there was a professional touch to his movements. There was one goal: to hide every weapon he was equipping me with under something very pretty and casual so that it would not be obvious, but I was going in there to cause a fight. "It's a bit heavy," I said with a frown. I had been standing there for over an hour with him, doing everything he could to make his work impeccable. "I know," he said. "You have to get used to it. You can ask him how he goes into fights, and he will tell you that he goes as a walking weapon." "I don't think I'll be able to move properly with this," I said, feeling like he was giving me some ancient metal armour. Maybe this was how the knights of old f
Tanya's POV "I like you, not too early and not late," he said, looking at his watch. I knew what the time was. I had been racing here when I realised I would be a minute late if I didn't. "You told me to come at 11:30, not before and not after," I responded confidently. I had to establish a sort of equality with him, even though the both of us were anything but equal. I needed to be able to demand some things from him, like getting to see Rodrigo personally. Luckily, he had already agreed to that the last time we met. "Indeed," he said. "If you continue like this, our relationship will not be strained. Might be very enjoyable for you and me." "I hope so," I said. "But that's enough small talk. Let's get to business now." He raised an eyebrow at my brisk attitude, bringing out a cigarette. "Relax," he said in response. "How about you have a drink first of all? You are about to do something very tasking." I looked at him in surprise, not having any idea what he wanted me t
Tanya's POV It took an effort for him to hold the knife. I could see it clearly from where his hands shook to balance the knife behind him. I knew then that the chances of him succeeding were very small if things would continue like this. In other words, it was fortunate that I had talked with Dante before this, and he had come up with a counter for this situation. "Just a moment," I said. I was already almost done with bringing out the syringe. I knew that the time was getting a bit too long, so I decided to say something to him loud enough for them to hear. "I hope you understand why I'm doing this," I said. "I have no choice. Either I shoot you with this gun, or he kills you either way and then kills me after. I have no choice in this." He looked at me, his eyes filled up with confusion that almost broke my heart. The only consolation that I had for that was that it meant that my words were persuasive. If I had been able to fool him himself, then maybe I had fooled the
Rodrigo's POV I was utterly worn out from the treatment they had given me. Honestly, I would have thought that after going through the same routine over and over again, I would get used to it, but I never got used to the pain they inflicted. It was a shame that he got what he wanted, or at least a part of it. I made a point of not screaming, of not letting any sound of pain come out from me, or next when it was too much, and that seemed to annoy him. He also made me feel pain, which was a win for him. With the tiredness in my bones from two long weeks of torture, when I heard the sound of people going down the staircase, I wondered whether it was time for another round. I didn't prepare myself; I had done that a lot of times, and it hadn't helped at all. The only thing that I could do was to rest and relax my body even more. Maybe this time, it would be short. If not, I would go along with it and survive. He thought he could break me? Well, he had to think again. I was going to
Tanya's POV I felt hurt that he pushed me away, but I understood he only did that because he needed to. He couldn’t fight while being distracted by me. He wasn’t looking at me anymore; he shot the gun and immediately killed one of the opponents. If he continued like this, we might not even need to use any of the weapons I had on me. He tried to shoot again, and I knew with deadly accuracy, but it didn’t hit its mark. There was no sound from the gun at all, and I realised that it was only equipped with one bullet. “Get down,” he said, pushing me to the floor just as a barrage of bullets flew at us. “Honestly, is there no more bullet in this thing?” he asked me, looking frustrated. I shook my head, realising that was the case. The resigned look on his face told me he was about to give up. Without anything to fight with, it was just a matter of time before we were removed. I put my hand into my clothes and brought out a knife. “Here,” I said. He blinked in surprise, looking
Tanya's POV We were on the run, moving as fast as possible to escape them. I knew that once we were out of danger, it was the end for him. But if we couldn't make it out, then it was the end for us. Either of us would survive - either we did or they did. I heard a couple of gunshots fired at us as the people went after us with the speed of light. Naturally, they didn't want us to escape, following us into the passage that happened to be a tunnel. "Oh my god, we are sitting ducks," I thought despondently. With the nature of the tunnel and us crawling through it, it is evident that any bullet sent through would hit us automatically. The only thing that could stop it was the general curve of it as it descended downwards to somewhere that I hadn't any idea of. But surprisingly, the bullet didn't hit us. I turned to see Rodrigo holding the metal cover of the tunnel as a shield, using it to block anything from coming through to us. "Maybe it's not a disadvantage after all," I th