Casting Shadows

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 (Declan's POV)

"Get up!" Frank yells as he opens my cell.

I only groan in protest. After two weeks in this prison I've finally found a comfortable position to sleep in and I don't want to be disturbed. All I've been doing the whole time is either sleeping or coming up with theories about this entire scandal with Olivia and Ruby. Time doesn't pass very quickly when being detained.

Frank lifts me up by the arm and shoves me against the wall, chaining my hands behind my back. He seems to be more of a prison guard than a servant, which contrasts to what his role appeared to be before the government overthrow.

"What does that bastard want with me?" I spit as Frank ushers, more like shoves, me out of the prison area of the house and into another corridor.

"He wants to give you an option."

He shoves me again, nearly making me fall flat on my face. I look behind me to tell him to stop, but he only pushes me harder, actually making me topple forward with no arms to brace myself because they are cuffed behind me.

"Can you at least drag instead of push me?" I whine.

He grips my upper arm and begins to do as I asked, but quite literally. He sweeps my legs out from under me and begins to walk at a fast pace, not giving me a chance to regain my footing. Frank is like one of those classic, douche body guards, except I'm not even exactly sure what his job is.

My bare feet drag on the floor, giving me a rug burn. For some reason they decided to take away our shoes when we were first imprisoned. I can feel my arm losing circulation from Frank's tight grasp.

We pass by the hallway where I know the throne room is in, continuing down another decorated corridor. Gerard's paintings are lined up on the wall, just as they had been in his own house. Within a couple of minutes we stop at a door.

Frank knocks, waits a few seconds, and pushes it open without receiving a response that says it's okay to enter. What was the point in knocking if he was going to enter without permission anyway? He basically throws me into the room, purposely making me fall on my face, and closes the door behind us.

"Gee, you're turning into a slut," I hear Mikey say. "You seriously have to get it together before we take the next step with this scheme."

I squirm around until I finally manage to bring myself to my knees. Before I have a chance to stand, I feel Frank step on my left calf, putting a tremendous amount of pressure on it. A pained sound escapes my lips as I notice the scene before me.

Gerard is sitting in an expensive looking chair with no shirt on, his brother standing to his side, speaking with him. The thing that I find strange is that there is a girl sitting on Gerard, giving him a lap dance.

"Mikey, relax. I've got everything under control," Gerard says as he spots me, but looks back at his brother after we make eye contact.

"I doubt that," the younger Way mumbles.

"Deck, it's been too long," Gerard says as he beckons for me. "Frank, unchain his hands."

I feel my handcuffs being violently unlocked and ripped off of my wrists before I'm hauled to my feet. Frank really needs to learn to be less rough with delicate flowers such as myself. I'm not very well built compared to some people.

I walk over to the two Way brothers, still keeping a good distance though. Mikey's expression remains straight, while his brother's is on the happier side. It's strange to see Gerard smiling. It doesn't even look like a malicious grin.