Memoirs of Retribution

Chapter 25 - Captured

As I regained consciousness my body felt like a lead weight, weighing me down under a thick cloud of fog. My eyes wouldn't focus, but then I didn't even know if they were even open at this point. My brain clearly couldn't or wouldn't function properly. Was I drinking last night? My dry, trash-tasting tongue supported that theory but somehow that just didn't feel right.

I remained still for what felt like minutes, but between the incoherency and the fog, it was more like hours until I finally could take stock of where the fuck I was.

The room smelt moldy and damp as if this place hadn't seen the light of day in years. The earthy aromas mixed faintly with something woody and metallic? Maybe. That I just could not grasp, and the air stagnant and polluted on my tongue. The biting cold that surrounded me, numbed my fingers to the point of them being stiff and unusable, just like the rest of my extremities. A shot of panic laced up my spine.

Where was I?

What happened to me?

Think Amber think.

The beach, the sun, my fight with Dom, the need to get away, and the beautiful drive. Each aspect of my day flashed frame by frame through my mind in a disjointed manner, until finally the darkness.

I've been kidnapped.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the prospect of never making it out of here alive, but I'd already made my peace with death a long time ago. Yes, I no longer wished for it like I once did. I love my life now but the fact still remained I wasn't afraid to die. It was a state of living, an inevitable outcome that no one could escape, only prolong.

The scraping of boots pulled my attention to my left, not that I could see who were there as my eyes were covered but my senses alerted me to a dark presence in the room with me.

"I was worried there for a while that my new plaything was dead. Nice to see you're finally awake." An overly calm, yet vicious voice filled the room.

Having dealt with these types of men far too many times in my life I knew not to answer, to remain silent, but no longer being that scared little girl anymore, I fought the sarcastic reply at the tip of my tongue.

"Go on, I dare you to say that witty remark that's on the tip of your tongue." The man taunted, his voice much closer to me, so close that I felt the ghost of his clothes along my left arm. When did he get so close? I didn't even hear him move.

I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted the metallic tang of blood coat my mouth, but I still didn't answer. My self-control slipping away at rapid speed. "I see Roger at least instilled some sense and obedience into you. Or is it self-preservation that makes you stay silent?" He chuckled into my ear.

I swallowed hard, I knew who this was. There could only be one person that was gunning for me, I had been warned about him. I knew his reputation but still like a petulant child I ran from safety and straight into his clutches. I really was stupid at times.

Gathering as much confidence as I could I calmly asked. "What do you want?" My confidence was total bullshit, a facade and he knew it, but there was no point in going all guns blazing when I was at such a disadvantage.

The clap of his palms coming together, was like thunder causing me to jump in my seat, flinching away from the intensity of sound that penetrated my ears. My breathing had hitched and the pounding of my heart increased to a crescendo.

"I thought you would never ask." His exuberance for answering truly scared me. Ripping the blindfold away from my eyes snapped my head forward, jerking my neck at an uncomfortable angle.