huntergirl989

(((PSST! Hey guys, this is an author's note. There's actually a Prologue to Chains, which sets up the story. Without it, you'll be missing a LOT of details... Please scroll to the description for the  link to it!))) {Reader’s POV}         When I went to the basement, I didn’t know what I was expecting to find, or even what I was looking for. As I descended the stairs I couldn’t help noticing that the lights were already on their dimmest setting, giving the room’s contents an eerie glow. Horror movie posters and weapons lined the walls, with action figures, replica masks, life-size standees of horr

         “Come on...” I muttered under my breath, drumming my fingers against the floor as I listened to the men speak outside. At the moment I was sitting in a small, dark closet, ignoring the fact that there were probably hundreds of spiders and cockroaches in here with me as I waited for the men to finish their conversation. One of them high-strung and nervous, stuttering a bit and sounding overall agitated, while the other was cool and calm though his voice had a hint of impatience.         Of course. Of COURSE I’d be in the one abandoned, condemned building where a drug exchange would take place. Why was I even surpri