[ to be fair, she did head to the office and dropped off paperwork and laptop. though lumine left a few other things with her assistant, including her phone and the keys to her car. chances are, ajax and the others stalking them have placed someone to tail her, and the best way to lose them is to try and misdirect them.
which surprisingly works, asking one of the guys in the management team to drive her to the nearest train station. from there, it's an easy commute using a cab to the supposed warehouse.
for something that's being used, it sure is strangely quiet, no one accosting her even when she slowly steals inside. all she can hear is the whine of what sounds like machines, groaning like old metal beasts. it's also empty, devoid of any life, something she immediately notices as she walks through the space, which is strange. after all, if her brother is here, if they're expecting them to come here, shouldn't there be more people around?
lumine walks in further, finding a metal staircase to the side leading to a walkway above, thinking she might be able to see everything from this vantage point. but even before she can take a step forward, a sharp pain lances through her head, and she blacks out.
the next time she wakes up, she finds herself on a chair next to her twin brother who is unconscious, bound and gagged and with a painful headache, in a mist-filled, cold room. she can see dark spots matting his hair down and his collar, almost immediately understanding that it's bloodβhis blood. she tries to call his name out loud, her voice muffled by the cloth across her mouth, and struggles in her seat until she hears footsteps.
a blond man, his face unfamiliar to her, starts walking towards her, a phone pressed against his ear. there's a small pouch in his other hand, and lumine feels a sinking dread as she stares at it.
yeah, she's here. the stupid girl came here by herself. looks like volkov is losing his touch. ... are you sure it'll work? she doesn't look very special. ... it works better if she's dead, right? then why can't weβ ... fine, once it's out of her, we can use her however we want, right? i'm sure someone will pay a good price for her.
a shiver runs down her spine when she meets his gaze, cold and calculating. she struggles against her bonds once more as the man walks closer and closer. one hand firmly grips her face as his other hand tugs the gag away and forcefully opens her mouth, shoving a crystal-like stone down her throat.
say aah. you'll need to eat more of it, pretty girl.
tears well in her eyes, a muffled scream rising up her throat, as another stone is shoved in her mouth and another and another. ]
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which surprisingly works, asking one of the guys in the management team to drive her to the nearest train station. from there, it's an easy commute using a cab to the supposed warehouse.
for something that's being used, it sure is strangely quiet, no one accosting her even when she slowly steals inside. all she can hear is the whine of what sounds like machines, groaning like old metal beasts. it's also empty, devoid of any life, something she immediately notices as she walks through the space, which is strange. after all, if her brother is here, if they're expecting them to come here, shouldn't there be more people around?
lumine walks in further, finding a metal staircase to the side leading to a walkway above, thinking she might be able to see everything from this vantage point. but even before she can take a step forward, a sharp pain lances through her head, and she blacks out.
the next time she wakes up, she finds herself on a chair next to her twin brother who is unconscious, bound and gagged and with a painful headache, in a mist-filled, cold room. she can see dark spots matting his hair down and his collar, almost immediately understanding that it's bloodβhis blood. she tries to call his name out loud, her voice muffled by the cloth across her mouth, and struggles in her seat until she hears footsteps.
a blond man, his face unfamiliar to her, starts walking towards her, a phone pressed against his ear. there's a small pouch in his other hand, and lumine feels a sinking dread as she stares at it.
yeah, she's here. the stupid girl came here by herself. looks like volkov is losing his touch. ... are you sure it'll work? she doesn't look very special. ... it works better if she's dead, right? then why can't weβ ... fine, once it's out of her, we can use her however we want, right? i'm sure someone will pay a good price for her.
a shiver runs down her spine when she meets his gaze, cold and calculating. she struggles against her bonds once more as the man walks closer and closer. one hand firmly grips her face as his other hand tugs the gag away and forcefully opens her mouth, shoving a crystal-like stone down her throat.
say aah. you'll need to eat more of it, pretty girl.
tears well in her eyes, a muffled scream rising up her throat, as another stone is shoved in her mouth and another and another. ]