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the final chapter of bunny cakes has been uploaded but not to worry…there’s an epilogue coming!!!! you can read it on both wattpad and ao3 @ twinkylukey !!
Vivian had no idea how much time had passed since she was taken. She was starving, but she knew Nicolav would be back within the hour to give her the usual dose of water and string cheese and hotdogs that have been keeping her alive the past week and a half. She leaned back in her chair and looked around the room. “Hey, whoever’s there?! I need to use the bathroom again!” Vivian called out.
“You just went.” Viktor groaned, coming into the room.
“That was hours ago.” Vivian sighed and watched as Viktor untied her wrists, handcuffing them behind her back. He untied her feet and pulled her up. “Is my cheese stick and hotdog ready yet?” Vivian asked as Viktor led her to the bathroom.
“You’ll get them when you get them. You have 4 minutes.” Viktor said, shoving Vivian into the bathroom and closing the door. Vivian sighed and shimmied her scrubs down before sitting on the toilet. “2 minutes left.” Viktor warned.
“Okay, I get it. Let me pee.” Vivian sighed, pulling her scrubs up as best she could. “I’m done, can you get the wipes, please?” Viktor opened the door and walked in, grabbing a packet of wet wipes from the shelf. He took a couple out and placed them in Vivian’s hands. She wiped off her hands and dropped the wipes into the trash. “This isn’t fun, you know.” Vivian huffed, following Viktor back to the dark room.
“It’s not fun for me either. You’re rather obnoxious.” Viktor rolled his eyes, tying her up again.
“Then let me go. Nicolav doesn’t have to know.” Vivian looked at him. She screamed as Viktor’s palm connected with her cheek.
“You think I’m actually going to turn on him and let you leave?” Viktor laughed darkly. “You women are so fucking stupid.”
“I can’t give you anything you need.” Vivian said, tears filling her eyes. “I don’t know what you want.”
“Then, you’re going to die here.” Viktor said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.
“Please, just tell me what you want!” Vivian cried, tugging at the ropes around her wrists. She knew she was making it worse by moving, but the pain in her fingertips was enough to drive her crazy. “Please, I can’t feel my fingers. I’m starving, I’m sleep deprived. I need to get out of here!”
“My God, shut the fuck up.” Nicolav groaned, walking into the room. “You stupid bitch.” He brought his palm down on her cheek. “Make another goddamn sound and I will rip your vocal cords out.”
“I’m sorry.” Vivian cried, her tears adding to the sting on her cheek. “Just tell me what you want.” She begged, her sobs wracking her body.
“I want you to tell me where Ashton is. I’ve been staking out his shop since we grabbed you, and no one has really been in or out. I even called the FBI and sold him out, and all we saw was Calum, Michael, and Luke. No Ashton.”
“I told you already, I don’t know where he is. I haven’t talked to him since the night I left.” Vivian sniffled. “I promise, I don’t know.”
“You’re the only one that knows. We can’t take his little friends, they’d be no help at all. Almost like you right now.” Nicolav pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. “I’m gonna ask you again, and I’m gonna need you to tell me. Where is Ashton?”
“I’ve been here! I don’t know where he is!” Vivian wanted to throw her hands up in exasperation, but the ropes around her wrists denied her that.
“Alright, shut up.” Nicolav groaned, slapping his hand over her mouth. “Since you can’t tell me where he is, tell me what you know about him and his gang.”
“I do not know anything. I only found out the night I left. We never talked about it.” Vivian said, trying to get him to listen.
“You have to know something. What does the FBI know?”
“I don’t know! I do not know! I’m telling you the truth. I know nothing about this. Nothing at all.” Vivian looked at him. “I swear to you, I’m useless to you.”
“You’re right, you are. That gives me means to kill you.” Nicolav smirked at her.
“No!” Vivian widened her eyes. “Please, you can’t kill me. I have so much to live for, I have patients that need me. Please, just let me leave here. I won’t tell anyone that you kidnapped me and continually hit me.”
“You have 12 hours. 12 hours to think long and hard about your relationship with Ashton Irwin. There has to be something you know that can help me bring him down. If you can’t think of anything in 12 hours, you’re dead.”
