MY BODYGUARD

MY BODYGUARD chapter 19

I wake up to a sharp hit to my face, my head pounding. I widely open my eyes, scared for my life. I'm sat on a wooden chair in some sort of basement, hands tied behind my back and my feet are tied together. Standing in front of me are 5 tall men, all wearing black face coverings except from the man in the middle who is smirking at me. Marco.

M: Hello again gorgeous.

Y: What... did you do... to Tom?

I say in between breaths. I can feel a panic attack coming along but I try to calm myself down as best as I can. Now is not the time.

M: Tom? You mean your bodyguard? Why do you care?

Y: Just... answer me.

M: Do you, Have a thing for him?

My only answer is silence, which is all he needs to see that he is right. He bursts out laughing which only makes me frown in annoyance.

M: I wonder. What would your father think if he found out that one of his most trusted men was canoodling with his beloved daughter?

I keep my head bowed but footsteps appear below me and Marco's hand roughly drags my chin up to face him.

M: He'd probably try and kill him like he tried to kill me. But, c'est la vie, you're mine now.

Y: I will never be yours.

M: We'll see about that. DAMON! Take her upstairs to the lounge. Use the ropes we talked about.

A lanky man runs over to Marco's side, nodding at his every word. What a push-over.

Damon's large hands pull me up from the chair and drag me up two lots of stairs to a dull living room with black walls. Everything looks dusty and rustic, this is probably just a safe house. Through all the pain I'm in, still from my ankle too, I push it all aside as I think of Tom. I really hope he is still alive. He's the only person, since Andy, who I have been close with. I can't lose him. As my mind wonders, I start to cry at the thought of Maximus, hungry and lonely. I pray to god he broke free.

Damon shoves me onto the old smelling sofa and unties my hands, replacing the rope with a longer rope attached to the wall. Is this what I am now? A prisoner? Or some sort of show monkey? He unties my legs and I reach my leg up to knee him in the face. Grabbing his now bleeding nose, he wines like a baby before looking at my smug face angrily and lifting a hand to hit me. Before he can, Marco yells at him to leave and I feel a great victory.

M: Now, was that really necessary?

I clench my jaw as he grows nearer. I try to kick him but my ropes stop me from moving any further.

M: You've grown quite feisty, haven't you? I suppose you've been trained now that you're old enough. Although, your father didn't seem to care about taking innocent, young orphans and turning them in to killing machines now did he?

I frown at his words. I hate that he is right, and my heart aches at the thought of Tom being taken at such a young age to join a world with so much violence and hatred.

Y: Fuck you, Marco.

M: I'd love you to, but I have work to do sweety, so don't go anywhere. Oh wait, you can't.

I grimace at his comment. He strokes my face, making me want to physically throw up, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. I start to frantically look around for any objects to help me get loose, as I remember a video, I watched about how to get out of hostage situations. I start rubbing my wrists back and forth against the rope to loosen it, making sure to keep doing it over and over again.

The rope slowly loosens and a glint of hope lights up my face. I finally get the rope to fully loosen but I hear footsteps approaching so I hold the rope into place to make it seem as I am still tied up.

The footsteps walk straight past the room I am in so I take my chance and drop the rope, running for the window opposite me. I wiggle the latch and slide the window upwards before looking left and right to make sure there are no men out the front. I see one man to my left but still take my chance of climbing out the window and hiding behind the bush below it. Thank god I'm on the ground floor.

A loud shout calls Marco from the room that I just climbed out of and the man to my left runs inside at the sudden action, giving me a second to run straight out of the front gate, leading me out to endless fields of flowers. Fuck, I'm in the middle of nowhere.

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I have been running for 30 minutes none stop, ignoring the pain of my ankle and the throbbing of my head. To my disadvantage, it is still day light so I can't hide anywhere without being seen. My only chance is to keep running until I find some sort of town or village.

I hear men shouting behind me at one point but they soon fade, assuring me that they have gone the wrong direction from me. Day light soon fades away and I still find no sign of life around me, I'm completely lost. As I grow cold, hungry and tired, I decide to hide amongst the bushes beside me, leaning up against an old tree. I fall into a deep sleep, shivering with a mixture of fright and coldness.