Little Dark One

61 - numb

Keira

A scratchy groan escaped my throat as a pulsing headache began to intensify as I gained consciousness. I opened my eyes slowly and saw nothing but endless black, it was as if I didn't open my eyes at all... I took a deep breath and assessed myself before figuring out my surroundings. It was painfully quiet and pitch black, there wasn't much else to assess anyway.

Tight plastic dug into my wrists—which were bound behind my back—causing my shoulders to ache. My legs were numb from pins and needles, I tried to shake them out but my ankles were bound just as tight as my wrists. I felt like a pig seconds from landing on a spit.

My mind immediately wandered to Tommy and sharp pains in my chest came soon after. Thinking of Tommy and how far we'd fallen hurt more than any injury or abduction. Despite my objections, my traitorous thoughts decided to cycle painful questions. Did he even notice I was gone? Would he come after me? Did he even care enough to consider it? After everything that went down between us, my guess was—no, no, and no.

Whether it was the FBI or whoever took over Alejandro's mantle, Thor wasn't the mastermind here. If I had to take an educated guess, I'd say he was just a rat of a lackey. Betrayal felt acidic in my mouth. I had trusted Thor, befriended him even. Tommy had some level of trust for him as well or he wouldn't have been so involved in the inner circle.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. A door cracked across the musty room, letting in a sliver of light from the hallway. I squinted as a fluorescent light flickered on and Thor stepped into the room with a smug grin plastered on his punchable face.

Under the circumstances, I expected myself to be screaming and begging Thor to release me, I expected to feel afraid and helpless, but instead, I felt nothing. Judging by the frown on his face, Thor had all the same expectations.

The comfortable numbness that held me together when everything went down with Tommy remained and I was grateful. I didn't have any fight left in me, I didn't have the will to fight for life when I had nothing to live for.

My whole existence went up in flames the minute I decided to hide in that closet. If death was in store for me, I welcomed it. Whether my actions brought me to heaven, hell, or wherever a soul goes, I couldn't seem to find a single fuck to give.

"You're awake." He stated the fucking obvious.

"Feel free to drug me again if you're not satisfied with the results," I replied, my voice sounded like I swallowed cotton balls and razors.

He lowered to a squat in front of me so we were eye to eye. "I'm so sorry to see I've crushed your spirits, doll."

"You don't get any credit in that department, my spirits were crushed long before you decided to play big bad villain," I muttered.

Thor chuckled and hung his head for a moment, before staring at me through his blonde lashes.

"That's right. Knox dumped your pathetic ass just moments before I took you. I gotta be honest, I almost want to thank him for making it so easy for me... Guess that pretty much guarantees we won't have to worry about a heroic rescue." His insulting smirk only grew when the last spark of light drained from my eyes as his words sank in.

If I had any lingering faith in Tommy or the love I believed we had, Thor's words just annihilated any trace. I steeled my expression and tucked the inevitable agony down deep into myself. I refused to show any more emotion than I already had.

I was in this on my own now, if by chance I actually wanted to survive this, I couldn't count on a single soul coming to save me, least of all Tommy Knox.