Running The World With You

no english

Narrator POV-

1 month later...

Every day is the same. Both of them get food and water at the beginning of the day and spend there days alone.

They both are extremely weak. Amora is bruised everywhere. Lucius barely sleeps. Neither of them having a spark of hope of ever getting out of the room they've been in.

Their families have been working day and night to get them back. They have located where they are, but don't know how to get there.

"We must have something! I need my baby back!" The queen of Andorra hovers over her workers. She barely sleeps anymore. The king is worried about her, but there is no stopping her.

"We just don't know how to get in there. It's in the tundra." The agent explains.

"Then let's fly a helicopter there!" She suggests. The agent looks around at the other people in the room.

"It would alert them and they might kill them on sight." The agent says.

"Well then what? We need them back!"

"We are working on it. Maybe in another week." The queen throws her hands up in the air and storms out of the room.

As for Amora, she gets visited by Stephan ever day. He gives her food and water, but never speaks. He just sets it down, and leaves.

The other men however, are her worst nightmare. She's been beaten and assaulted more times than she can count. Putting up a fight is useless.

Lucius just sleeps most days. If he thinks about Amora, he cries. He doesn't know if she's alive or dead. He gets food from the stocky red head
Every day.

Both of them have lost significant weight. Amora looks like a skeleton. Lucius's muscles and face have shrunken.

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Amora POV-

I look around the cell. I ate a small amount but my stomach won't keep food down. I just puke it back up.

The clothes they gave me a while ago are tattered and gross. I smell. I've only been able to take four showers since I got here.

I've given up all hope. Nobody is coming to save us. I'm going to be in this cell until I die.

I miss Lucius. More than anything. I would give anything to be with him, even if we were fighting. I want to find him, to make sure he's ok. I just don't have the energy to fight the guards.

I'm about to go to sleep when I hear a loud bang. I walk around my room, frantic. Is it help? Is it someone who wants to hurt me?

My door bursts open and I see a guard with light blonde hair walk into my room.

" Come. Unsafe people." He grunts. I just stare at him. These guards have beaten, raped and abused me. I don't trust any of them.

He grabs me and guides me out the door. He's gentler than the other guards. I am brought to another room. It seems to be some sort of closet.

He leaves me there so I naturally walk out trying to see what's going on. They can't kill me, right?

Honestly I don't care. I'm basically dead the way I'm living. I walk around the compound, with no direction. I've never been this far out of my cell.

I hear shouting and people fighting. Someone is trying to break in. A spark of hope flutters in my stomach. Are they here to help?

Suddenly, I'm grabbed and everything goes black.

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I wake up to a strange beeping sound. My nose isn't full of the smell of mold, indicating I'm not in my cell.

I flutter my eyes open to see a crystal white hospital room. I'm not in the compound!

I rush to sit up and knock an IV out of my hand. A nurse rushes in and fixes it.

"Where am I?" I ask. The lady just stares at me.

"No English." She makes out. I'm probably somewhere in Siberia. That's at least where I think I've been for the past month.

She rushes out and I see a familiar woman walk into my room! Mom!

"Oh my god mom!" My eyes cloud with tears as she hugs me gently, I sob onto her arm. I thought I would never see her again!

"Oh Amora, your safe. I missed you so much baby I'm so sorry about all you've been through." She cups my face, tears falling down her cheeks. Her face is sad and blotchy, indicating she's been crying for a while.

"W-where's Lucius?" I question. She looks down at the floor.

"He's alive. Barely. He suffered a bullet to the stomach honey." She lightly explains. I need to see him. I have to.

"I need to see him."

"He's in a coma and they don't know when he will wake up. You need to rest baby." She coos. I hold back tears.

Of all the terrible things that have happened to me, the idea of losing Lucius would top all of them.

"Where's pa?" I ask in a shaky voice. Mom lets out a long sigh, her eyes swelling with tears.

"Your father didn't survive the attack." She bursts out crying, holding onto my hand.

My father is dead. And it's my fault.