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First things first, I need to find out what the hell is in Demon's room, that he doesn't want me seeing so badly. Honestly, if he wasn't so adamant about me not entering the room, I would have let it be. But because he repeated it a billion times not to go in, now I HAVE to see what’s happening in there.

For all I know, there could be something in there that could help me with my escape, or maybe there is something in there that I could use to blackmail Demon to letting me walk out of here. Though I cannot see Demon succumbing to my threats, he would probably just plant a bullet in the middle of my forehead.

I hastily speed walk to the back of the apartment where his room is situated. When I'm standing in front of the door. With an evil smirk on my face, I turn the knob and push at the door. It's time to unleash Demon’s secrets.

The flippin door doesn't budge open. My smirk is instantly wiped off my face. This cannot be happening right now. Frustratedly, I push and pull at the door violently. When the door still doesn't open, I stop abusing the door.

Of course he locked the damn door!

Not giving up, I back up against the door to the bathroom to give myself a little running room. I crack my neck twice before shaking my body to loosen myself up. Getting into a running, I look at Demon's bedroom door and release a small battle cry. At the same time, I charge toward the door. Slamming my shoulder into the door, the poor door's hinges give up entirely.

So instead of the door swinging open, like I was expecting it to ... it falls right off its hinges. With bulging eyes, I watch, almost in slow motion, as the door falls to the ground with a loud bang

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If I wasn't motivated enough to leave the first time, I definitely am now because if Demon finds me in this apartment with this door like this, he gonna kill me! And since we know that he a real assassin, I ain't talking about metaphorically killing, but rather literally killing me.

Either way, the door is open and that's what I wanted at the end of the day, it doesn't matter that the door is no longer intact. It's not like I plan on being caught after I leave this dump, once I'm gone I ain't coming back. Stepping in the room, I look around but can't see anything because it is pitch black in there.

Running my hand against the roughly textured wall, my fingers glide over the light switch. Flipping the switch on, light instantly cascades into the room, chasing the darkness away.

My eyes wander across the room, drinking in the sight in front of me. And let me just say ... it is an utter and complete mess in here! As expected.

Like the rest of the apartment the room is not that big at all. There is a mattress at the corner of the room by the windows. Not a bed, ladies and gentlemen, just a mattress with some funny looking stains on it. There is a lone pillow propped up against the wall and a thin white sheet lies crumpled at the foot of the mattress.

The doors to the built in cupboards are missing. In the cupboard are a few wrinkled clothes that lie in dirty heaps in the cupboard compartments and a bunch of shoes, ranging from Nikes to Adidas and Jordan's, are also laying around.

At another corner of the bedroom is a small wooden table, that is situated on some crookedy ass legs. Walking to the table, I see like a million and one cigarette stubs in an ashtray. There is a stack of cash just lying on the table as well, next to some kind of a white residue. There is also a pile of playboy magazines on the table.

I sift through the pile of magazines to see what kind of stuff Demon into. Just out of curiosity you know, it's not like I'm trying to see what his type is and whether I fit into the category or not. Pshhhh…don't get me twisted. It looks as if he a huge fan of PlayBoy cause he pretty much got al the editions for all the months.

I shiver in disgust, as I see half naked women on the front cover page of almost half of all the auditions. Men can be so nasty sometimes! It’s because of magazines like this that men end up treating women as objects, because they are just being portrayed as sex toys.

After sifting through the tenth magazine, like damn nigga, I expect to see the eleventh half naked lady on a cover but I instead see a navy blue folder.

On the folder is a gold emblem with 'Federal Burial Investigation' written on it. It looks like some top secret shit, like the type shit that gonna get you into some life threatening trouble. It look like the type of stuff that once you read what is on the inside, you gonna get tortured and killed.

My fingers start tingling as I feel the danger radiating off folder, I am so tempted to read what is on the inside, but I can't get over the fact that I could get killed over what is in here.

But then on the other hand, it's not like tomorrow is guaranteed for me when I'm living with an assassin.

Thinking 'fuck it', I open the folder and start reading.

'Suspect Profile:

Name       :  Hector

Surname:  Rodriguez

D.O.B.   : 14 July 1993

Aliases: The Ripper

Through two years of around the clock surveillance, we have great reason to believe that Hector Rodriguez is in fact The Ripper, a notorious and ruthless drug dealer, that is suspected to be behind the murders of 12 government officials from multiple countries and the murder of an estimated 93 civilians.

The Ripper/ Hector Rodriguez owns an empire built on suffering and death. His empire is renowned for the creation and distribution of drugs such as heroin, cocaine, marijuana and methamphetamine. Along with drugs The Ripper deals with illegal shipping of guns and human trafficking of girls between the ages of 12 and 28. These girls are either forced into prostitution or become drug mules.

For years we have believed that The Ripper has been operating from Columbia, but the surfacing of recent evidence has led us to believe that he in fact operates closer to our borders.

No one knows the appearance of The Ripper and this seems to be the only photograph that exists of him. It was taken in Canada, his last known location.

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I was right! This is some hardcore and dangerous top secret shit. This man sounds hella dangerous and I can bet my left boob that he real high up on that America's Most Wanted list.

This isn't the best picture in the world but from what I can see, this man be gorgeous! Why must all bad guys be so damn good looking? Is it one of the criteria these days, that you have to have good looks to be a hardcore criminal?

And what the fuck is up with criminals having such stupid names these dies, I mean ‘Demon’? ‘The Ripper’?  Really? What ever happened to the good old days where criminals where called El Chapo or Escobar. Now those names strike fear in a person’s heart, but these pussy ass names of these fuckers just makes me want to laugh. Okay, no, wait…I take it back, pussies are not weak, they a freaken powerful, I mean life comes out of them. So let me rephrase, these are some dick ass names.One a separate note though, the name The Ripper also seems so familiar, but I have no idea where I've heard it before, probably when watching the news or something.

I put the folder back where I found it, in between the PlayBoy magazines. I fix the magazines, so that Demon won't know I was busy there, but he'll probably figure it out with the busted door and all.

I take a couple of dollars from the stack of cash and shove them into my back pocket, I feel a bit bad from stealing from the guy but I need the money for out there. I look around to see if everything is the way I found it. Eying the trash all over the floor, I nod my head. Exactly as I found it.

I switch off the light again, leaving the room in a stifling darkness. I roll my shoulders back and prepare my body for the heavy lifting that I'm about to do. Bending down, I grab both sides of the fallen door and start lifting it up. Heavy grunts escape my mouth because the door is so damn heavy.

Once the door is upright, I position it into its hinges. Taking a step back I admire my craftsmanship, the door actually looks normal, like it never just got body slammed to the floor.

I walk back to the sitting room. Looking at the clock situated on the wall above the TV, I see that Demon has been gone for one and a half hours. He is probably on his way back, which means I need to leave like now.

I do a three-sixty, looking for a good exit. I can't use the door because Demon locked it and it looks too strong for me to body slam. As I'm running my hand through my wild curls on my head, I stop when my eyes fall upon the window.

It might be a long shot since I'm on the second story of a pretty tall building which means I can easily fall to my death. But it is a risk I'm willing to take.

Running over to the window, I quickly slide it open and stick my head out to see what is out there.

To my sheer amazement and joy, I see a fire escape directly under the window.

Suddenly I hear the jiggling of keys and the turning of a lock. My heart literally dropped when the door opened and Demon stepped in. He froze when he saw me sitting on the window ledge, our eyes connected for a second before I flung myself out the window.

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