Kissed By My Angel~ Book One

Time to Talk

"When life knocks you down calmly get back up and politely say, "You hit like a bitch.

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Somebody decided to kick me right in the ribs, and the impact left me gasping for breath.

"Get up now," I heard Tony's voice command. What choice did I have but to follow? It was a huge struggle to come to my feet, with my hands bound and my side throbbing. Thankfully, I managed doing so without receiving any more blows or threats. But then again, what were those tiny things compared to what awaited me in....wherever we were going? Death, probably. Or worse.

I wasn't exactly sure what they could do to me that was worse than death, but I really wasn't too willing to find out.

I was shoved forward, and I took that as my cue to go in whichever direction the shove took me in. I carefully placed one foot in front of the other. Around me, I was surrounded. I could hear them all whisper amongst each other, in another language. And it wasn't Spanish. They were most likely discussing me, and what they were going to do to me. I heard Tony's fallen angel name "Abaddon" mentioned constantly. He was the leader, after all. They were probably all wondering what his decision would be. How did I get myself stuck in these type of situations?

Gravel crunched underneath my feet, and occasionally I would slip on the tiny rocks whenever I miscalculated a step. Tony had his hand placed on my shoulder blade the entire time we were walking. I wanted to shrug his obnoxious hand away, since his touch gave me a horrible creepy feeling. Finally, we reached the destination. I heard a loud creaking noise as old doors were being pried open. I wondered how often they came here, and if this was their secret hiding place where they held evil meetings.

I was shoved forward again, and nearly fell flat on my face when my feet stumbled upon sudden hard flooring.

"Where are w-" I tried to ask, but Tony interrupted me.

"Shut up. There's no way we ever want you to find out. Close the door!" He shouted, the last part aimed at someone else. I closed my mouth and kept it shut.

Suddenly, I was being picked up carried by...Tony, of course. Disgusting. He was taking me up some stairs, I think.

Then my hands were tied to something, a post? Next came my feet, followed by my torso. When his hands brushed against some exposed belly flesh, my skin tingled with revolt. His touch made me want to puke.

I couldn't move my body at all, I was restrained and useless.

At long last, the cloth that refrained me from seeing was removed, much to my dismay. When I saw the sight below me, I wished I still had the blindfold on. Underneath me, around a hundred pissed off fallen angels stood, looking threatening with their arms crossed. They didn't look too happy. And as it turned out, we were in some old abandoned barn, the flooring was cement. And me? Well I was on a crappy looking stage, tied standing to an old wooden post. I attempted to break free, but the wood was stronger than I originally thought, and it wouldn't budge.

Fuck my life.

Wait, where did Tony disappear too?

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise as his silent breathing seared my skin. Why, he was behind me of course. How wonderful! I felt his rough hands clutch my waist, his face buried into my neck. And at this point, I'm flying. In my mind, of course. I day dreamed of flying high in the air with Hunter, looking down upon all of this as we soared carelessly away. I would've kept that memory flashing through my thoughts, if at that moment Tony hadn't of raked something sharp alongside my neck. It wasn't deep enough to kill me, but it stung like a bitch.