🔞5EX: SUSTAINED OBLITERATION🔞

Heaven or Hell?

Yanni POV

Arriving at the address after a journey of only a few minutes, although it feels like hours have passed, I climb from the cab and stretch my back and shoulders. I am so tense and anxious that my body aches terribly, the old shoulder injury I received when I was younger after being hit by a surfer in the swimming zone choosing now to bother me. My head is throbbing with pain, likely due to the speed it is attempting to formulate plans, replay conversations, and also to torment itself with with horrifying images and thoughts........ Is she still alive? What is happening to her? Will we arrive in time?
Images of her battered and abused body flash before my eyes, so real in their intensity I feel physical pain!
I presume they are so vivid in detail as a result of witnessing her raped by McHale, those images burned into my hippocampus for all eternity now. Those visions, along with the snippets of information Syd has shared about her horrific past with Harry have amalgamated into the most sickening and harrowing mind movie!

Im going to Murder that fucker Harry!

As Noah pays the cab driver I attempt to contact Laura one last time, and finally get a response. She is horrified that Harry has Syd and tells me she understands my need to save her but warns against entering the property.
She tells me to wait for her and her team to arrive, not wanting an escalation of any violence that may be occurring, putting Syd in further danger.
Promising to wait I hang up the phone and turn to Noah, repeating Laura's instructions, but with no intention of waiting for her. I don't care how many sick pervs are in there, I'll risk my own safety to get her out. Noah advises we wait but I'm not listening, intent on gaining entry to this house in any way necessary, and he knows me better than to try and stop me, which is how we find ourselves circling the home to find a possible entry point, but with no luck.

"Yanni, we really should wait for Laura and her team, they'll know what to do. We are way out of our depth here. I don't want us to be the reason she is in further danger" Noah implores

I whirl around and grab him by the collar. The urge to put my fist in his face is immense, the anger and fear I feel threatening to overwhelm me. Why is he so hesitant about helping me?
Pulling him close to my face I growl a response.......

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME NOAH!?
You are the entire reason she is in any danger at all right now! Either shut up and help me get into this house or fuck off will you!
What if something terrible happens to her while we just stand out here scratching our balls? Could you forgive yourself? I know I couldn't!"

His face falls, he lowers his head and
mumbles something I don't catch.
Pressing him to repeat it, I stare at the top of his head as he takes a few seconds to breathe before he looks up at me sadly and repeats himself.......

"Yanni. This is all planned. You, me, us.......... this!" he gestures emptily.
"Us being here, now........ it's planned. He planned it! He knows we are here, he wants you to witness Syd's suffering, his control of her, his power over her, and over you! He wants you to watch as he and his cronies defile and torture her in ways you can't even begin to imagine. You were supposed to be here. I was supposed to bring you here. Do you understand what I'm saying Yanni?"

I hear him speaking, but my mind is refusing to comprehend, unable or unwilling to process his words.
I am crushed by the weight of the hurt and betrayal I am feeling. My friend...... my brother, someone I trusted unquestioningly has betrayed me and fuelled by that utter fury, the racing adrenaline in my veins and the fear inside me, I roughly shove him away from my trembling frame and he falls backwards into a large rose bush, a yelp leaving his throat as thorns pierce his clothing, tearing into his skin, small rivulets of blood beginning to trickle down his forearms, seeping into his shirt and trousers.