𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗

Ch.3

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Valencia Onyx (1st person pov)
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The hand yanks me out of the back and I land on cool sand. Not as cool as it should be though, it's winter in New York I should be freezing. The other man grabs my other arm and they basically drag me along this sand for what feels like forever. The men continue to speak a different language to each other and to an anonymous voice on a radio. I hear the whoosh of a blanket or curtain or big fabric of some kind open and we enter into some cave like structure. It's warmer in here.

Through my blindfold, I see caves and more caves and holes and hallways and people and men and guns and...I think I know where I am.

I'm taken into a specific room and I'm sat on a chair. I hear a deep vice yell an order in a different language and immediately I hear multiple footsteps rush in and start tying me to this chair. I try to fight back but I'm so weak from whatever the hell was on my gag that I can't do much of anything at all.

The men finish tying me to this chair and I hear them scurry out. I make out a tall figure standing over me and coming toward me. The figure yanks my blindfold off, and instead of looking at him, I immediately check my surroundings. I look to my sides, behind me as much as I can, I look at the cave-like room that I'm in. There are two men with huge guns and masks over their faces standing behind me. I look at the type of knots that were tied around my ankles, constrictor knots. I'm not getting out of these.

I finally look in front of me and immediately know that my suspicions were true. It was a built, tan, tall man. I didn't recognize him, but the symbol on his shirt pocket was unmistakeable...

This was The Ten Rings.

Like, the Afghanistan terrorist group that kidnapped Tony Ten Rings, the organized crime lords who are a huge threat Ten Rings. A shiver runs through my body.

"I'm Siddiq." The man with the thick accent says, looking down on me. This was the man from the radio. I keep my eyes down.

"Do you know where you are?" He asks, no answer.

"Look at me." He demands, getting angrier. I keep my head down. Then, I feel a sharp strike against my face.

"Look at me!" He roars, "You will not disrespect me, not in here!" He spits at me, grabbing my face and angling it up to his. I look in his eyes with toughness, trying to seem unphased. He takes notice.

"Ah, super girl is tough, huh?" He breathes on me. "We'll see how tough you are when I'm done with you."

My eyes flash with fear but I try to keep my exterior stern.

He turns around to a counter type thing and I see him pick up a scalpel. My stomach drops. He walks back over to me and bends down to my height, breathing on my face once again.

"You know...You're a really pretty girl Valencia. I'd hate to have to ruin this pretty face." He starts sliding it on my jawline. "Let's hope you play nice so I don't have to."

His face is basically touching mine when he starts to kiss my neck. I try to pull away from him but I don't have much control. His hand slides to my thigh and I start to squirm in my chair but he tightly grips my thigh, surely leaving a bruise.

Siddiq leaves my neck and comes up to my lips. When I try to move my head away he lets go of my thigh and grabs my head, forcing me into a kiss. It feels disgusting, wrong.

I bite his lip hard and taste blood. He yanks away. His hand holding the scalpel immediately comes up to my face and slashes my jawline, as if it were instinct.

"You bitch!" He shouts, "Look what you did!" He shows me the blood from his lip. But I'm too worried about my slit jawline. It didn't do serious damage, but it hurt like a bitch and I felt the blood dripping down my chest.

He pulls a cloth from his pocket and holds it on his lip, dabbing the blood away. Then he gets right in my face once again, "What the fuck did I tell you?" He growls lowly.

"I don't follow orders from terrorists." I spit back. He backs away from me and stands up. "All confident now?" He looks down on me.

Out of nowhere he slaps me again, harder than before, definitely bruising.

"How about now?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. I keep my gaze down.

"No no no, honey, look up at me." He tells me. I don't.

He sighs, "See, this is your fucking issue." He starts, pulling my chin to look at him again. "You don't. Fucking. Listen." He pauses.

"But you'll learn." He let's go of me. "I promise you you'll learn." He smirks as he walks out.

I hang my head low, feeling useless and pathetic. I drift off then and there.