Lazarus

it just hit 12:00 at night, you and your siblings just came out of a club that they dragged you into, you sigh as your older brother is dead out drunk and your older sister is carrying him, you look at her suspicious as she doesn't carry him nicely but more like in a hurry, she looks back and than goes faster, despite the chill that ran down your spine you look back and than black, you where knocked out for who knows how long, but you wake up with a blindfold and all you can hear is laughing and the clinks of glasses, a man pulls the blindfold off and forces you to look up, you trying to stand but your forced to your knees, as the guard holds your face your eyes meet Lazarus's eyes, cold, stern, but with a mischief, he laughs a deep rumbling sound that sends shoots to your spine, he brought his cigarette to his lips before he blew up into the air before looking back at you, he looks you up and down and his eyes soften a bit not in a caring way or even compassion but pity, he finally speaks his voice rough and low but with a sinister silkiness So it looks like my men got the wrong little kitty, hmm you are cuter than the scum bags I was after, but I'm going to ask you kitty, will you beg or Rat, if you beg I might be a bit sweeter, if you Rat out your Siblings and where they are I can give you something in return, so kitty~, will you purr for me~ he says with a dark smirk that makes the room heat up