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"Hello beautiful."

I turned around to spot a guy in a rabbit costume. Yes, a rabbit with big ears, a furry body and bushy tail.

Cromwell had a red vest and yellow tie over the rabbit suit. He was looking like a huge version of Roger Rabbit and it was creepy.

"H-Hi," I stuttered out.

Wow, great acting Shaneil.

The Rabbit man looked me over and tilted his head. "You look a bit shaken up."

He took a seat on a stool and pat his leg for me to sit. "Come on, I won't bite."

I nodded and walked over to him, sitting on his leg. I felt disgusted.

Why was I on this guy's leg? It felt so wrong. What I was doing? He was a total stranger.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear him ask a question.

"Um... Repeat please," I say putting on my best Brooklyn accent.

"What's your name?"

"They call me Dejanae," I replied.

Cromwell's hand rested on my back and I jut a bit. He chuckles from inside the suit and his other hand went to take off the rabbit head. Two green eyes stared at me and messy blond hair peeked out. My eyes widened at the sight, he was gorgeous. This was the guy I was supposed to take care of?

"Is something wrong, my dear?" he asked as his hands ran down to my ass.

I jut up and stepped away. He looked at me curiously.

Come on Shaneil do this.

"You're in too much clothing," I said seductively.

He chuckled and stood. "Help me."

I gulped and nodded. He spun around and I walked cautiously to him. I grabbed the silver zipper and slowly pulled it down. I shoved the suit off his shoulders and stepped back as he took care of the rest.

I took that time to observe the space.

The room was beige, it had a bed covered in red sheets with a window overhead and a small CD player on a nightstand with two speakers.

Seduce. Sedate. Escape.

That's my mission.

My hand patted my left leg and I was happy to find the vital was still there. Cromwell spun around and faced me, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he stood in only in Fruit of loom underpants.

He was not muscular or fit but he wasn't fat. He had broad shoulders and a huge frame. Again I gulped, I was supposed to take care of him?

"Now what Dejanae?" he asked with a grin.

I walked to the nightstand.

Dance for him.

Giovanni's words echoed in my head. I pressed play on the player, Drunk in love coming on.

How convenient... then again this was planned.

I turn to Donald who was seated on the stool. "Now, I dance for you."

He grinned and I mentally gagged. I felt so disgusted.

As Beyoncé came in on the beat I walked over to him swinging my hips. I placed my hands on his shoulders, my legs on either side of his. I sit on his legs, my dress riding up.

I'm glad I wore shorts... It may be ridiculously short but still...

I moved my hips to the music, dancing closer to his crotch. I felt so disgusted with myself.

I bounced on his lap as the beat picked up and I grinded against him, biting my lip.

I'm such a slut.

I place my right hand on his left shoulder moving my hips back and fro against him and he grabbed my waist, squeezing hard. I jutted at the action and soon his lips were on my neck. His arousal was evident under me and I wanted to get off him so bad.

Cromwell moaned against my neck pulling me down on his crotch as I moved my hips.

Hurry up and end this! I internally screamed, wanting this to be over.

As he kissed my neck, I ran my hand up my leg and took out the small injection.

This was what Giovanni gave me to take him out. All I needed to do was inject him and this will be all over.

I slowly moved it to my side, keeping it out of his sight and waited for the right time to attack. His hands went to my thigh and he slipped then my dress.

Hell no!

My hand shot to his neck in reflex against his perverted touch but he blocked it with his hand as he used the other to push me to the ground.

Pain shot through my body as I fell on my back and the shot slipped from by grasp.

I groaned and I looked up in horror.

Cromwell chuckled as he got up. "Nice try, my dear but next time choose a dress that doesn't show the gang tattoo on your thigh."

Shit!

I shuffled back and onto my feet as he watched in fascination. I looked on the floor and saw the wig on the ground. My hand shot to my hair and pull the stocking head off of it, discarding it on the ground as well.

"Not even a real red head, I'm hurt," he jested, holding up his hands in a boxing stance, grinning. "Come at me Dejanae if that's your real name. It's been a while since I've sparred with someone."

My first instinct was to run for the door and swore as I found it locked. I threw my hands at the door as he laughed. "You should pay attention to your target next time."

He held up the key and I looked in terror. He must have locked it while I was at the player.

"Now, be a good girl and come at me," he smiled as he dropped it in his boxers.

Come on, Shaneil you have been trained for this...

I looked to the floor where the injection is and then my eyes went back to him.

That shot should stop his heartbeat and kill him one minute after dosage.

I need that shot. I ran towards him and swung my fist. He blocked performing an upper cut and I leaned back, his fist missing my face by an inch.

"Ugh," I groaned as his knee hit my gut, making me stagger back.

"Come on, Jessie," he teased. I hated this outfit.

An idea popped in my head. I took off the stupid heels I was in and held them in my hands as weapons.

I ran towards him and swung the first heel at him. Cromwell stepped back and I kicked at his crotch. He blocked it and I swung the other shoe at his face. He stepped back and tripped on the bed, kicking me back. I got up quickly and down swept the heel towards his crotch. His legs spread, my shoe hitting the mattress and they closed around my arm.

I swung the next shoe at him and he stopped it with his hands.

"So this is what they mean by a shoe fight," Cromwell joked as he released my hands and kicked me onto the ground.

I fell on my back, the heels flying to the other side of the room and I turn in pain. He jumped down on me, forcing my breast against the floor and held me down.

"Let's play a game Jessie. It's called strip me," he chuckled.

My eyes widened in fear as his hand slipped under my dress. I tried to reach around to push him off but he grabbed my hands and placed them on my back. I trashed beneath him as I yelled for help.

"Let me go!" I cried out, tears streaming through my mask.

He leaned down towards my ear his hand rising higher and higher. "This will be fun."

I swung my head back hitting him in the face. He cried out and I turned pushing him off me. I grabbed the shot and rolled on top him. "Take this you asshole!"

I rammed the shot in his neck while he was grabbing his broken nose. He kicked me off and pulled the shot out. I shuffled away as he made his way towards me.

"You little bit–" he fell on the ground and I sat there looking at him while breathing rapidly.

My heart was thudding loudly in my ears, I was sweaty and I sounded like I just ran a marathon. He laid there lifeless.

Was he d-dead?

I got up shaking and walked over to him. I slowly kicked him and his body jerked. I jumped away screaming as he body shook rapidly and then abruptly stopped.

I kicked him again and no movement. I got down on my knees and searched for the keys. I shakily placed my hands in his boxers. Disgusting. I pulled out the keys and ran to the door.

Shakily, I unlocked it and ran out. I stopped abruptly as the guy that sent me here stood in front of me gun in his hand.

"Where is Dr. Norp?" he asked.

I shook as I looked at the gun and then at him. My body was slowly giving away I could feel the terror running through me.

"I said where is–?"

I screamed as a gunshot lodged itself in his skull and he fell to the ground. My body went out and I fell to the ground crying and screaming.

I felt arms grabbed me and I trashed against them. I heard someone talking but my heartbeat was too deafening.

A familiar pair of blue eyes were now in front of me and I started to calm down. Vanni tugged the mask off of me, he looked at my tear stained face and pulled me unto a hug.

"He tried to–" I couldn't say it.

Vanni held me closer and kissed my head as I cried. Suddenly we could hear men dashing down the hall. They were coming for us.

"Let's go!" Vanni pulled me up and hauled me along with him down the hall.

Gunshots hit the wall behind us and I picked up speed as my heart hammered. He stopped and shot a man as he turned the corner. He fired shots at the others and they hid.

He ran up to me and opened a door pushing me in. Vanni locked the door behind him and ran to the window over the bed. He opened it and kicked out the board nailed over it. He looked out there and then pulled his head in gesturing to me to come.

I climb on the bed and he helped me to get my legs out. My legs rested on the still and I screamed as my head came through the window.

There below me was an open dumpster and I was two stories up. I stepped to the side as Vanni pushed through. He looked at my scared as hell expression and held my hand.

"Come on DD. It's this or them."

Bang! Bang!

The door being pounded could be heard before shots filled the room. I looked at Vanni and nodded. We jumped off the sill, the wind surrounded us and my dress blew up as I came down.

I screamed as the dumpster came nearer and Vanni grabbed me in a hug as we landed.

The pain shot from my legs up to my body on impact and I fell against his chest. He groaned in pain, reaching up and pulled the lid of the dumpster down. I grabbed onto him as shots hit the dumpster top and I breathed heavily.

His arms grabbed me and held me against his chest. We were lying on garbage bags. The scent of the dumpster was revolting but it was our shelter from the bullets and we had to work with it.

I cried on his chest as the bullets rained down on us. "I'm s-scared."

He tensed under me and his demeanor changed. "DD, did he–?"

"A-Almost," I cried and he held me tighter.

"It's okay... I'm here."

I cried against his chest as bullets hit metal and the stench strangled our windpipes. I was so terrified I couldn't stop trembling.

"I'm here," he whispered.

My KISA was here.

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