Falling For The Enemy

Chapter 23 (Torture)

(A/N) Long chapter peepz hope yu guys lyk it! ;) a bit dramatic but also fun and don't forget to comment and vote and tell me what you think even the silent readers please if you really do like the story then please tell me why and how I can improve. Much appreciated! ;)

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'Wha...what are you doing?' I stuttered trying to loosen my hands but only hurting myself in the the process. They had tied me up tight and I literally had no chances of escape unless I planned on chopping my limbs of somehow!

'Oh nothing darling shh don't worry the pain will only last until you die. You see I worked it all out! If you Alex will die...he will be a living corspe and that's the worst death possible!' he chuckled as if what he was saying made complete sense.

'You...you..sicko...why are you doing this please just please...Chace please Chace!' I tryed reasoning again but it came to be of no use as he simply ignored me and the men moved closer with a big black container in each hand. A swishing sound of water echoed throughout the entire warehouse as they moved closer, my hopes were dying with their every step. That was it...there was no point in screaming because Alex was tied up and there wasn't a single soul within atleast 5 miles of this place. The area looked 10 times scarier than it should look as I imagined my death in this place. Putting masking tape on my mouth the muffled my screams and started emptying some liquid on me. At first I thought it was acid, so tried to move away even though it was pointless but then noticed it wasn't as it dribbled all over me. The smell of petrol swam around my nose as I gagged at the stench and tried to ignore the faint tingly, burning sensation. My eyes widened in terror as one of the men took out a matchstick box from their pockets. He lit it then slowly started walking towards me as if some part of a horror film.

I squirmed around, tears flooding my eyes and percolating down my pale face as I glanced towards Alex for help. I was just about to avert my eyes when I saw his head move. Maybe I had imagined it...but no he did it again. As the creep got even closer to me Alex came to life and suddenly kicked the guy right in the balls making him drop the matchsticks to the floor. Even through the you could see the smile on my face, as I read what his eyes wanted to say to me. Chace immediately glared at the other guy who stepped in to do something about Alex but they had made the big mistake of letting his legs free along with mine. The one that had been kicked was still crouching down nursing his bruise and the other was trying to get to Alex but being stopped by his legs. The first guy finally got up and there was a threatening look in his eyes as he went out of the warehouse.

Chace was just casually sitting down on the single chair in the daunting room and watching the scene unfold. I had to do something...After a few minutes of hard core thinking I finally came up with and idea as I took the bobbin pin out of my hair and scratched it against the metal I was encaged to, trying to make the least amount of noise as possible. Feeling the point of the pin was now rough and sharp enough I began grazing the rope. Considering it was already pretty worn out really helped quicken up the process. I was on the last strand of it until the first man marched back in, now with a massive metal rod in his hand. I gulped and started cutting more frantically, biting my lip so hard anticipation that I actually drew blood from it. The taste of iron met my mouth as and made me feel sick. Alex was still doing his best to fend of the other guy and now that my hands were free I had to do something. 

The anger in the creeps eyes was clearly noticeable as he stormed towards Alex clenching his fist and grip tighter around the erroding rod. Pretending to still be tied up I waited till he was right up to Alex then quickly spotted an piece of wood with sticking out nails and without any second thoughts smashed into his head. At first the room went silent...then the clang of metal connecting with the hard stone floor sounded through the whole room as the guy fell to his knees, then face down onto the floor. His partner was expressionless as his face whitened and he backed away. The wood dropped out of my hands to as I did the same. He was dead. I killed him. A pool of dark blood spread out and under his still body as the holes in his head were visible and grotesque. The scarlet liquid glistened in the rays of the rising sun, the blood travelling through a crack in the ground to my feet.