MAGIC|18+

Chapter 28

Magic's POV

Walking through the tropical woods with branches crunching beneath my boot, It's been a long day and we're no where near close to knowing where Charlotte is. I have this gut feeling that she isn't hiding but hurt, my thought always leads to one thing...what if Vlad's men got to her. "The sun is going down, Sir", Carlos says. 

"I can see that", my voice stern. I huff looking up to the trees, my eyes looking through the green leaves to the once blue sky now turning a burning orange colour. 

"Boss, I think it's best if we head back and continue looking in the morning"

"No, if she is out here then I'm not leaving her another night", I continue walking with my eyes scanning the woods ahead, "Get torches", I say as I take another step but instead of my boot crunching on a twig, it cracks on something else but it doesn't sound like a twig more like plastic. 

I stop in my tracks and look down, I lift my foot seeing something that looks like a walkie talkie. I kneel down picking it up, it's still in tact except a crack going across the speaker. "What's that?", Carlos asks. 

"A walkie talkie",  I turn it over hoping to find who it belongs to but nothing. I press the button to speak into it but I stop. 

"Hello, Sergey?", the Russian accent speaks. "Are you all patched up?", he says before saying something else in Russian. 

"Russians...Vlad's men?", Carlos says behind me. 

I press the button, "Sergey isn't breathing right now, whoever this is keep looking over your shoulder because I'm coming for you", I grit my teeth. 

"Does that mean they've got Charlotte?"

I nod standing up, "Yeah"

"Doesn't mean they have her", Carter says trying to stay positive but it pisses me off.

"They have her!", I snap. 

Carlos and Carter nod, "We'll get our men rounded up and take the flight back to New York in the next hour", Carlos says. Carter and Carlos head away to get our men. I make my way back to the villa to check on Nick and Beth.

Charlotte's POV

I scream out in pain as it jolts up my legs, "Feels good no?", the Russian laughs in my face as I try not cry out on pain. I'm trying to hold it together but I'm beginning to think I won't make it out here alive and It's terrifying. I look down to the knife stuck in my thigh, I let out shaky breaths trying to ease the pain. 

"Fuck you!", I spit. 

His face twists, an evil look taking over his features, "Watch it little girl, I'll do more than this", his large hand grasps around the handle of the knife, slightly twisting. I make a screech of pain as he laughs. I wonder how many waves of torture they'll hit me with before Vlad shows up.

I need to get out of here, I'm trying to stay strong but if this is the first wave I don't think I can survive another. The Russian guy tucks my hair behind my ear before placing two fingers beneath my chin, forcing me to make eye contact. "Shame Vlad wants to kill you when he's here", his fingers feather up my face touching the crease on my eye, "eye for an eye", his jaw sets, "As much as you look like his wife, you're Magics' naughty girl", he cocks his arm back, his fist lands on my eye. I feel my eye become almost swollen immediately, it hurts taking the pain away from my thigh, but not nearly enough.

He leaves the room and the lights go out, the tears stream down my cheek. I'm feeling a mixture of pain right now and I desperately want to leave. It's now or I won't get out at all, I can't take it anymore, my wrists are burning, my eye is sore and my leg is becoming fuzzy. Do it like they do it in the movies, quick and with all the force you have and then... run. My inner voice says. I hear the laughter coming from the other side of the door but it seems distant, not too close. 

I take a deep breath before throwing myself back with all the power I have, I feel myself fall back and I hit the floor. The wooden chair makes a loud noise and I feel my arms becoming free. I open my eyes seeing the darkness but my eyes begin to adjust. The back of the chair broke but the legs didn't break at all. I untie the rope at my ankles and I'm relived when I'm free. I still need to make my way out. I stand to my feet and feel the pain in my left leg, I know the best thing to do is leave it in so I will. I limp to the door, my hand wraps around the doorknob. 

I slowly twists the knob hoping it's not locked, I feel my heart slow down as it opens. I slowly pull the door open further, leaving it ajar. I poke my head out, looking down the dull hall. No one in sight but I can hear them, I make my way down the wall with a limp, I stop as the voices become louder. If I turn around this corner I'll be met with them. 

I hear them laughing, I lean against the wall and slowly peer around only so my eye is viable. They're sitting around a circled table playing poker, they have their glasses full as a half bottle of vodka and whiskey sits on the table, money in the middle, cards in front of them with chips.

I lean my head back on the wall wondering how I can get out of this one, I peer back around and look for a way out. There is another hall which would maybe lead to an exit, but I'd have no way of getting past them. My eyes scan around the room further, there is a small window but it's high up, I wouldn't be able to get out there either without them seeing. The walkie talkie lights up beside the one that tortures me, I hate him. I could take this knife out and put it through his bald head. 

He lifts up the walkie talkie, bringing it to his lips, "Hello, Sergey?", he says. "Are you all patched up?", then he says something in Russian to the guy across from him as he taps the table.

The walkie talkie lights up again, crackling noise coming from the other end, "Sergey isn't breathing right now, whoever this is keep looking over your shoulder because I'm coming for you", I hear. Magic?

"What the fuck!?", he says and stands. "Check the girl!", he sounds at the men around the table. They must know his voice too. 

I rush back down the hall and stop, I don't want to go back into that room because they'll see I got out. Instead of going right and through the ajar door, I open the door to my left and close it quietly behind me. I hold my breath as I hear their footsteps march down the hall. It smells like a chemical closet, It's dark but moonlight is shining in. My eyes snap up to when the moonlight is shining in from, it's a window like the other one. High up and small, but big enough so I can fit through it.

I limp towards the shelves that would make it easier to reach the window, I hear one of them shout in Russian before a panic begins. They know I'm gone. I climb up the shelves ignoring the pain shooting through my leg. I pull the latch to unlock the window and push it open, I look down to the large drop, it's this way or no way at all. 

There is a bush below so maybe it'll catch my fall, it's hurt still but it'll hurt less. I close my eyes as my thoughts begin to decide my fate. I throw myself out the window and when I hit the bush I feel it scratch at my skin. it stings but the pain is soon forgotten when the knife in my thigh hits something. I groan out clenching my hands around my leg. I need to go, like now. I hear them becoming louder and I know they'll looking for me outside. I crawl out of the bush holding back the screams I want to let out. I look around me, I'm surrounded by trees. I run for the trees and I keep running until I come across a road. 

Headlights blind my eyes and the car comes to a fast stop before running me over, "Charlotte!", I hear my name and the sound of the car door closing. 

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