Lost Memories

Enjoy this suspense story! It'll probably get violent, so be prepared! Orchid, please comment on how you like my story when you come along to categorize it! The comment section is also organized. 
== Preface ==
Dark crimson eyes. Where have I seen those before? I can't remember anything, just barely my name. My first name, that is. I look around. In a warehouse. A dark, dark warehouse. I try to get up. My body hurts, really, really bad. The person with the crimson eyes continue to stare at me. I say, "Who are you? What are you? Where the **** am I?" He says, his voice so deep that it's scary, "You shouldn't have betrayed me. I wouldn't have half-killed you if you listened to me." I say, "I don't remember a thing, just my first name, so you expect me to remember what I betrayed you for?" I try to move. Nope. I curse in Italian. The person says, "You're dead next month." 
Here's the Preface! Please comment on how you think of it! 
== Chapter One- Waiting ==
I say, "And why would you kill an innocent person? That's just wrong." Mr. I'm-threatening-to-kill-an-innocent-human-because-she-betrayed-me-for-reasons-she's-not-smart-enough-to-know (gosh, that took a while; though I added more to it for light humor) says, "'Cause I'm your boss, idiot!" A look of bewilderment comes over my annoyed expression and dark blue eyes. "I'm your pawn!?" And then I ask, "Who are you, idiot?" He narrows his eyes and says, "Baron You-shall-not-know-my-last-name." I say sarcastically, "Yeah, thanks Bar-butt." Baron says, "Shut up or I will kill you right now." I narrow my eyes and say, "No you won't. I'm pretty sure I have a phone, I'm somewhere in the range of 18 to 25." He says, "I killed it." I coax my head in a sassy manner. "Like how?" Baron replies, "Shattered it." A twisted and angry expression comes over my face. "HOW COULD YOU!?" He laughs at me, and the twisted expression of mine stays. "I want to kill you so bad right now..." Baron says, "I wouldn't advise that," shooting the wall with a **** gun! I think, Great, Bar-butt wants to kill me in a month, and he has a gun. Wonderful. I say, "Yeah, sure. As if you can scare me with a frickin' gun." Bar-butt sighs in a annoyed fashion.
Chapter One! Hope you enjoyed the chapter and the character development!
== Chapter Two- Desire ==
I smile smugly in the darkness. Bar-butt shoots the gun near me! My eyes widen as the bullet hits a foot from me. I gulp in alarm. I cross my pained arms and say, "Now that's just cold." He growls, "I don't care, idiot." I say, "You don't care about brutally murdering me? Get your mental health checked." He says, "No, I'd kill the psychologist." My expression changes to a deeply-concerned expression. Wow. I'm concerned. "Have the psychologist check you twice then." He says, "So what?" I suddenly feel super-desperate to get outta here. Ugh, this idiot is willing to murder a psychologist. And a human. Great. Well, I'll eventually get out of this **** warehouse. I give him an annoyed look and say, "You are the coldest person Ah ever met." Bar-butt says, "Stop speaking in a Southern accent. That's annoying." I pretend-pout, "But Ah worked so hard on y-it." He loses his temper and tries to flippin' kill me! Luckily, it's dark, so he can't aim right. I swear as the **** bullet lands half a foot away from me! I sigh and say, "I have a family." That's a lie, but I hope he doesn't kill me. He narrows his eyes. "I don't care. I kill people with families as well."
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