EARN THEIR TRUST AND DESTROY THEM.

Jzarina's POV

He is now nearly approaching me. I jolted when he called me 'Hija', my heart throb in nervous and fear. His aura is so dominating even without words he is already scary. It's different aura when he is appearing at tv screens. I moved an inch when he sat on the edge of the bed. He took the knife and I thought he will stab me this time but he simply unties the remaining rope which is bound in my feet.

Is he finally setting me free? It's impossible, there is an infamous rule once you made contact with Mafia. It is like dealing and signing a contract to a devil, there is no way out but to rest six feet below the ground.

"Jzarina S. Montez, a Polsci graduate and intern at Robles Law firm. 24 years of age, Born in Manila, February 14 2000," says Schutand while putting bandage on my wound, which I forgot because Keir is harassing me a while ago.

He already research about me, but why?

"Do you know want to see your grandpa and your high school little sister?"

My body got frozen when he mentioned my family. I started sweating cold and my hands are trembling while my eyes are glancing on the knife, I can use it to escape but the problem is he will have his hand on it before I could get a grip on it.

"What do you want me to do? Don't drag my family into this mess. I will do everything you ask me to do just leave my family alone."

A sheepish grin formed on his face. "You are quite clever, young lady." He stood up and took the knife along with the medicine kit. "You must undergo training and become my lady assassin," he added before locking me again in the room.

Assassin?! What the hell is that old geezer thinking? He wants me to his assassin?

I blankly stared at the ceiling while reflecting on what to do. There is no other way to escape this hell but to play dangerous game with those devils. I need to learn how to fight and be strong enough to go against the current. Maybe training to be one of the assassins is the only way out.

I sigh when Malih's death resurfaced. I don't want to end up like her, I don't want to bath in my crimson blood by the hand of those mafia boys. I need to earn their trust and tame them… I need to slowly betray them and make them fight among their selves. It is risky, but I need to survive…that Devil Schutand is using my family to force me. One wrong move, then I could be killed, the same goes for my family. I need to be careful while he is taking interest on me. Sooner or later, when he no longer needs me, he will discard me. If freedom means destroying this organization, then I will become their time bomb.

If only I can escape in this room, I have a slim chance to leave this hell and bring my family to hiding.

"That won't do. Even if I hide in deepest of hell, I'm sure he will find me and would means immediate death."

It seems like an invisible bloody chain is strangling in my neck. One mistake then I could die. Those people are merciless and has no sense of humanity. If I were to spill this thing on outside world, will somebody believe me? I bet, no one will be on my side. I am just somebody and Schutand is a living saint in the eyes of those blind believers. Also, I don't know to trust anymore, I'm sure he has a lot of allies in the politics and business. There is no way to tell who I should trust.

This world is like a chess, only those who can play strategically can checkmate the king. Every chess piece and move matter, I need to be wise. I am living in the corrupted, dirty and cruel world. The law only favors those who can manipulate. The law which essence is to protect became useless, only the one who knew how to maneuver the law can benefit from it. The ignorant people are simply escape goat of those with power and authority. The politics became a business instead of taking care of the state.

"Power is really scary. Those who have absolute power corrupts absolutely." I sighed and lay on the bed; Suddenly I heard the groaning of my tummy. I must be hungry since I'm stock here. I wonder what time it is already. Aren't they going to feed me? I might die in starvation and dehydration.

I heard a clicking of the door. A devil with eyeglass, yeah, that Keir again enters the room. I sniffed my nose and smelled a sweet smell of milk drink and a mouth-watering smell of roasted chicken. I watched him placed the food on the bed side table. He took a handcuff and locked it on my arms. Another thing he brought with him is a red chain with handcuff. He locked my left leg on the built-in bed. This cunning bastard made sure that I won't escape.

"My poor honey, I bet you are starving and dehydrating. Look at those lips of yours, let me unquenched it." He cupped my face and kissed it. This monster is always kissing me without my consent.

Consent? As if Mafia boys respect a consent! They will do what pleasures them and discard those who go against them.

He laughed and run his thumb on my lips. "Isn't it sweet?"

"How am I supposed to eat if you handcuffed my arms?"

"I am going to feed you. Isn't it so sweet of me? Feeding my girl like this," he replied while scooping a rice and paired it with chicken. "Say ahhh, honey." Why does the god give him such handsome face? the god should have focused in making his character beautiful instead of aesthetic. Well, he is not a child of God, but a child of demon.

This psycho is getting on my nerve. Did Schutand order him to do it? Or he simply decides to feed me in this manner? This is rude and pure insult! So damn irritating!

I'm starving, I had no choice but to accept it… I was about to open my mouth when I remembered something. I glared at him and asked, "Did you put poison in this?"

"Why would I? It's not yet time to kill you."

Not yet?! They really going to kill me soon. I want to cry, mommyyyyy help me.

"Say Ahh, I am sort of irritated. I might stab this spoon in your mouth." He is smiling, and it's a creepy one.

I opened my mouth and chew the food. I need to get used to him; he is scary. How can he smile like that while threatening me?!

"It feels like we are newlyweds. I am taking care and feeding you like this, sad to say tomorrow will be a different day for both of us. Anyway, I'm leaving. Drink this milk, I put my heart on it. You should rest once you digested your food." He stood up and took the tray with him.

"Hey are you not going to remove this thing in my hand?!"

"Nope, not until you kissed me back. I'll visit again early in the morning. Look forward for tomorrow," he replied and locked me up again.

Argghhh that Psycho!

Wait, what does he mean by tomorrow? What is going to happen that I must look forward? I don't trust that smile of him at all.