Duskwood: Unrecognisable

Part 41

TRIGGER WARNING: Drug use, rape threat, violence and death.

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When I came to, my head throbbed in pain. I weakly pulled myself up, feeling very dizzy and disconnected with reality. My head was absolutely pounding. It took me a while to realise that I had been left with my face in a white powder. I wiped my nose and saw the powder on my hand, suddenly remembering it was cocaine. Fuck, I had no idea how much I inhaled while unconscious, but I definitely had some in my system. I looked around, trying to work out what happened while I was unconscious. Things were all in a disarray around me. There was broken glass and blood on the table and floor beside me. Clearly there had been a fight. Then it hit me that the repetitively pounding sound wasn't just in my head, but also coming through the other side of the room. I peeked over the back of the sofa and saw Cyan's groupies were holding Jake up while Cyan beat into his abdomen. Cyan himself had a few cuts and bruises. Blood was running down the side of his face. It didn't take a master detective to know what happened while I was unconscious.

However, they were so occupied with Jake that they didn't realise I had woken up. Jake glanced up and saw me looking at him in horror, but he kept a straight face as he took the next hit. I contemplated causing a distraction, but if they had managed to restrain Jake while he raged at them, a distraction wouldn't be enough. Unless it was a big distraction. No, a huge fucking distraction with guns and explosions. It was crazy, but I pulled out my phone and did the one thing I could think of. I went to the police's website and filed a simple, anonymous report.

<<Nym-0s is at the rave in Colville. He's got a gun, send help quickly!>>

Adding the address for good measure, I hit submit and put my phone away. Glancing to the side I noticed a broken bottle. I grabbed it just in case and ducked behind the lounge. How long would it take before they were swarming the building? Normal police would easily take 20 to 30 minutes, but Jake's pursuers? They should be scrambling a helicopter right away, right? Just a bit longer, Jake. I was so consumed in anticipation that I hadn't noticed Cyan stopped hitting Jake and was hovering over me.

"Boo!" he smiled.

"Stay away from me!" I swung the bottle at him.

"So feisty!" he laughed.

He slapped my face hard with the back of his hand, then kicked the bottle out of my hand. In one fell swoop he grabbed my arm, pulled me to my feet and over to Jake, who looked on with panic on his face. Jake yelled out in German something fierce. I could only imagine the death threats he was shouting. Cyan grabbed my jaw and kissed my lips forcefully. I bit his lip hard, drawing blood. He punched my stomach, which caused me to vomit suddenly. I fell to the ground as my stomach emptied. Cyan yelled something in German to one of the others and they handed him a needle.

"No, no!" My eyes widened in fear it was a paralytic.

"You need breaking in, bitch," Cyan said as he readied the needle.

"You fucking asshole! I will gut you alive and let the rats feast on your intestines!" Jake yelled.

"Get the Devil's Breath for that one!" Cyan ordered his subordinate.

"You wouldn't," the colour drained from Jake's face.

"Why would I get my hands dirty when I can get you to do it for me?" Cyan shrugged.

"No amount of Devil's Breath would ever make me hurt her," Jake growled.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Cyan smirked to Jake. Then he turned back to his subordinates, "Come on!? What's taking so long? Ugh, we'll just have to start without it. Pick her up."