Breathe

Chapter 48

"Betrayal is the only truth that sticks." -Arthur Miller

"Quit fighting me," the man says. His grip tightens on my arm and loosens off my mouth. "And keep your mouth shut. It wouldn't be hard to knock you out."

I can physically feel the blood pumping through my body at a much faster rate. The adrenaline has kicked in, spiking all of my senses. What the fuck is going on? This guy cannot be serious right now. Who kidnaps someone at a club? And for such a stupid reason? Sorry I didn't want to have a drink with his ugly ass. 

I need to get the fuck out of here. I have a scary idea of what he could potentially have planned for me, and I'm not sticking around to find out. 

It feels as if his grip tightens around my arm each time an escape plan runs through my hand. No one ever thinks about taking a self-defense class until it's too late.

"Come on, quit struggling. I don't have all day," he says, but his voice is different now. There's an accent now, but his voice is so deep it's hard to tell what kind. "Actually, I do have all day, but I'm an impatient man."

I'm pushed through a door and he follows behind. We're in a room that's almost completely empty except for a table and three chairs. There's a man dressed in black that stands up to assist the man holding me. I'm forced to sit down on one of the chairs. He grabs my hands and ties a thick cable in multiple knots. The more I try to struggle out of them, the more painful the cable becomes. Fuck.

"There," the man behind me says and brushes off his hands for the accomplishment of tying me up.

"Please, just let me go. This is fucking ridiculous," I say.

"You might have valuable information, sweetie," the man in the corner says, mocking me in a little girls voice.

"I don't know anything," I scream.

"Keep your fucking voice down. I told you it would be easy to knock you out. Don't make me do it." I roll my eyes and he narrows his at me.

"What do you know about the Hemmings?"

"My boyfriend's family?" I ask. Both men nod. "Why are you asking?"

"Why aren't you answering?"

"Because I don't fucking have to," I spit.

"Such a dirty mouth for such a little girl," he says, running a finger up my thigh and pulling away.

"Don't fucking touch me," I say and cringe.

"I'll ask you again. What do you know about the Hemmings?"

"Nothing! They're stupidly wealthy and his parents disappear for months at a time. No one knows why and they won't discuss it."

"You think we didn't already know that? Sweetheart, we meant real information. We've known them for years. They've been cheating us. We're getting them back."

"What do I have to do with any of this? This is obviously between his parents and you. Leave me out of this."

"Well, you might not know anything, which is to be expected. But Luke knows something. And I think we all know he would sacrifice just about anything to keep you safe, wouldn't he?" I don't respond. "That's what I thought."

He pauses our conversation to take a sudden phone call. His answers are terse and harsh. After hanging up, the man reaches behind my back and unties the cables. Both men grab a hold of an arm and lead me out the other door. 

"Ok, guys. Stop, this is far enough. I told you I don't fucking know anything. Just let me go," I plead. They can't be serious about this, right? This shit only happens in movies. What the fuck has my life come to?

"Only after he gives us information."

"What makes you think he knows anything?"

"He does."

One man puts a black material over my eyes. I hear a door open as a large gust of air hits me. Then reality hits me, too. I struggle against the men as hard as I can, trying to free myself, but it's no use. I'm weak and both of them know it. Dammit. I'm fucking useless. I attempt to scream but the man on my right shoves cloth into my mouth, closing off almost all sounds. He holds the cloth in place so that I'm unable to spit it out. This is fucking disgusting.

A vehicle door opens and I'm shoved inside, falling face first onto the floor. My cheek smacks onto the hard base of the vehicle and shots of pain radiate through my face. I think I can feel a small amount of liquid running down from my cheek. 

I really haven't been taking this whole kidnapping as seriously as I should, but now I'm scared out of my mind. Where are they taking me? Are they just disposing of me? Fuck, I hate this. I need to figure out how to escape but it's really difficult being blindfolded and held down.

I can't tell if seconds or minutes are going by. Each second feels like a minute, and each minute feels like an hour. I've completely lost track of time now. After what feels like an hour, the vehicle comes to an abrupt stop. The drive in reality was probably only about ten minutes, so we can't have gone too far. The door swings open loudly and my arms are yanked out of the vehicle. My feet stumble onto the ground and I wince as I feel concrete underneath my knees.

I can sense two men behind me. One pulls me up off the ground, and both grab onto my arms leading me into the unknown. We turn down several hallways and go down a flight of stairs. I try memorizing the pathway we take, but I lose track after seven turns. We walk down an extremely large hallway and stop.

A loud creaking noise startles me. I'm guided forwards and my blindfold is removed. I'm standing in what looks like a prison cell.

"Old abandoned correction facility. Built back in the 1800s with isolation rooms in the basement. It's strange that they haven't torn the building down yet, but it's convenient for us," he says with a wicked smile.

The room doesn't seem like an isolation room. It's built exactly like a prison cell with vertical bars holding me in. The tallest man shuts the door and locks it with a large key. 

"We'll be back when your boy-toy arrives."

"You have Luke?" I ask and my heart sinks. By the way his eyes gleam with hatred, I know they have him.

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