ME AND HIM ✔️

Pt.39

Rue's POV

My EYES jolt open as cold water is thrown on me. Everything is blurry, my head aches and so does my entire body.

Did John Cena body slam me or something?

The air is cold and my body is shivering. My dress is gone.

I look down at my body. My white Bra and underwear. What the actual fuck. Who took my clothes off? Where the hell am I?

I find myself tugging at the restraints against my wrist, I squint my eyes, the bright light making it hard for me to focus.

Once my vision becomes clear, I make out two men standing in front of me- wait. These are two of the three guys, that me and Nadine met-

Wait.

Where's Nadine.

"Hello, Rue is it?" The guy with the shiny teeth asks. I nod my head, too scared to do anything else, "Now, Rue, I have been given specific orders to take great care of you, hmm."

I hesitantly nod my head slowly, unsure how to answer.

The shiny toothed gu-, you know what, I'm tired of calling him that, until I know names, we're gonna call him Dr. Gold, because of his one gold tooth. Wink wink.

And the other bald guy, the tan one, let's call him wrinkles, because so far, I've seen him wrinkle his head quite a few times.

Anyways, Dr. Gold reaches behind him, I hear him fiddle with something before pulling out a long silver knife. The handle of the knife has a decorative metal snake wrapped around it, it reaches up to the bottom of where the knife starts.

It's a beautiful knife, unless you think about what it could do to you.

"Wait-"

"Shh, it's ok" Dr. Gold says, a smirk tugging at his lips, "If you follow the rules, you may come out of here alive" He says shrugging his shoulders.

I look around the room, panic fills my body and suddenly I'm in shutdown mode. I can't move, I can't think, I'm frozen.

Wrinkles notices my mood and raises an eyebrow. His eyes drop from their cold glare and for a moment, I see sorrow, pity, sadness, anger, sympathy, and hesitation. All of that in just a split second. He catches me staring at him, worry probably written all over my face.

He pushes it away and moves further away from me, allowing Dr. Gold to have more space.

"Now where did I put the machete?" Dr. Gold says looking around the room.
"Huh, that's weird, well no need, this'll work." He picks up the knife he had earlier and waves it around.

"I-" Before I could finish, Dr. Gold cuts me off.

"Put tape on her mouth." He orders Wrinkles. Wrinkles slowly walks to the table, he opens the drawer and pulls out duck tape.

Please don't die, please don't die, please... I haven't made it out yet, I haven't fallen in love, I haven't had kids, I haven't had sex, fuck, I haven't even opened a pickle jar without help from Alex.

Alex.

I don't wanna die knowing I don't know where he is. So that's why I'm gonna live, that's why I'm gonna make it out of here.

Wrinkles approaches me, he places the tape over my mouth and soon, the only air I can breathe is through my nose.

"Don't be scared," Dr. Gold demands, "It'll make things worse." He holds the knife out towards me so that the point of the knife touches the tip of my nose, "You just need to learn a lesson or two, ya know?" He asks smiling at me.

I shake my head no as tears form in my eyes. I'm not scared of death, I'm scared of what comes after it. The thought of wandering in the dark for all eternity doesn't sit right with me.

"So this is how things are gonna work." Dr. Gold says walking around me in a circle, tapping the knife against the wooden chair I'm tied to, "I'm gonna ask a series of questions, and if you get them wrong, you get a new scar.

"Understand?"

I nod my head fast, too scared to do anything else as always.

These better not be math questions. Or science. I'm currently failing those classes.

Whoops.

Dr. Gold grabs a wooden chair, and sits it in front of me. He gently rips the tape of my mouth so that I'm able to speak.
He takes a seat and holds himself up straight, "What's your full name?" He asks.

"Rue Aleena Garcia." I answer truthfully.

"Wrong," Without another word, Dr. Gold takes the knife a glides it against the skin of my arm.
I let out a startling scream as I itch to hold the cut, but since my hands are currently tied, it looks like I can't do that, now can I?

"What the fuck!" I yell, "My name is Rue!"

"I said your full name. Not a stupid nickname you like to go by." He says.

I let out a breathy whimper as a tear slides down my cheek, "Why are you doing this?" I ask. Why is he doing this? What have I done?

My birth.

If I wasn't born into the Mafia, none of this would be going on. Or at least not to me.

"Now I'll ask again, what is your full name."
He demands.

"Prudence Aleena Garcia" I say in a shaky voice. You can always rely on me to be pathetic. It seems like good never comes my way- hell, it probably doesn't even look at me.

"There we go," he says with a smile, "much better." He looks down at the cut on my arm, "we should probably hurry this up fast before you bleed out" He lets out a deep chuckle, chills instantly cover my body and I already start to feel lightheaded.

"Ok fine, just hurry, please!" I beg.

"What are you doing here in Russia?" He asks raising an eyebrow. I don't know. Shit. I don't know. What am I doing here in Russia? I mean, we're looking for my parents- I mean the council, but we haven't found them yet, so what's the real reason we're here.

"I-I don't know, we came here to find the head of our Mafia." I say, panic laced in my voice.

"You're lying!" Dr. Gold yells, he puts the knife to my thigh but doesn't cut, "One more try." He says angrily.

"I just told you!" I cry.

He shakes his head, and pushes the knife harder onto my leg. The pain of my arm is replaced with the pain of my leg. I look down to see blood. My blood, running down my leg. I hear a dripping sound against the ground, indicating that my blood is now decorating the floor. Great.

Where are you Nadine?

"I'm not lying, I swear!"

"You're lying right now!" He yells, "Why are you in Russia!!" I feel the tip of his knife dig deeper and deeper into the skin of my leg until it finally breaks through.

I yell a series of profanities as he slightly moves the knife around, "Shit, stop you fucking asshole! STOP! If you find your family dead one day, don't be surprised! Ahh fuck, STOP!"

I feel violated, cold, and in pain. Where's Nadine. I need him. I hate to admit it, but I do. I need Nadine, he's the only thing besides my brother that could possibly help me heal.

Please help me, Nadine.

-Brooke ♥️ 10/23/2022