amor| an Alejandro Vargas fanfiction

XIV

Chapter XIV
Kicks and ropes

I've lost track of time.

I don't remember for how long I was held hostage by Graves. I've lost hope in being rescued by the rest of my team. I've lost hope I'll ever hold Alejandro in my arms ever again and tell him how I feel.

Oh and how I feel about him... I'll never be able to tell him I want a lifetime with him. How I am a better person because of him...that he is a dream came true...

I snapped back to reality when the icy cold liquid hit my skin, making my body tense up in pain, followed by my groan. I opened my eyes, just to see one of the shadows next to me.

Graves wasn't here.

I wasn't going to be tortured this time. That sick bastard would have been here himself to do that...so why was he here? The man grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at the glassed wall, only to spot Graves walking behind Alejandro.

The Mexican man was awake, more rope around him, holding him sticked to that chair. His eyes were tired and sad, looking into mine. The sight of that made my stomach turn.

"No...no please let him alone..." I said, my voice weak, barely making any sounds at this point.

"Shut up and watch, bitch."

I made visual contact with Graves by mistake. His eyes felt evil, making me wanna throw up. He let his hands on his shoulders, without breaking the visual contact with me. Fucking hell...that ugly smile...

I turned my head to the side, but it was pullied back where it was by the man behind me. I bit my lip hardly as I saw Graves holding a branding iron.

Just then I noticed something about Alejandro. He was naked. He was only wearing his underwear, most of his skin being exposed.

I loved his body, I always found it godly, so strong and attractive. But for the first time, I hated to see how exposed he was, to Graves. The amount of things he could do to him was terrifying me...

Graves was talking to him, I could tell by the lip movement from his side. He had no response coming from Alejandro. He was just looking at me, or maybe slightly behind me. He seemed to stare into the space, not paying attention to what was going on in the real life.

But soon he was taken back to the reality as Graves used the branding iron to hit his thighs. Alejandro jointed, letting out a groan. The hit let a red marking on his skin, that was slowly, really slowly, fading away.

Graves started talking again, and soon the man behind me forced something into my ear.

"Look, your girlfriend can finally hear you. Do you have anything to tell her?" Graves voice rang through the earpiece I had.

"Fucking let her go, you son of a bitch!" Alejandro groaned, getting another hit over his legs, harder than first time.

He was in pain. He was screaming. I closed my eyes as I couldn't bring myself to watch that anymore. But the screaming didn't stop with the vision. No. It continued. Louder and louder.

My ears were aching. My heart was aching. It was horrible. For once, I wanted to die so I didnt need to go through this anymore. I felt helpless, powerless. I wasn't able to do anything to help him, and that was fuckin with my head.