Teddy brought a notebook showing a rental record, it was an old shed and had been rented in the name of Mahamud's son, it could be the clue we were waiting for.
"Great, we need to go over there." I said already trying to organize things to leave.
"You are sure?" George said putting himself in front of me.
"What do you mean, are you sure?" I said raising my eyebrows.
"It could be a trap, he could be trying to lure you there. The only lead we have is a body with the same marks you suffered and now you know that he possibly rented a shed."
"Are you saying that we finding the body with the marks I suffered means nothing?" I asked furiously, how dare he doubt me.
"No, I never said that. I just think it might be rash or a trap."
It made me thinking, I was probably out of my mind and so confused by it all, there wasn't even a concrete case.
"Maybe... I... I need to think."
I left that room, George try to following me, but I ask him to don't do that. Everything was affecting me and making me confused, I went to the bathroom, washed my face and stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes, trying to make my brain think.
I've been trained to be a machine, a perfect agent, ever since I've known myself. It was training and more training, manipulation of emotions, people, weapons, strategies, everything. And all was lost when it came to Mahamud, which was supposed to be the perfect plan, the perfect case, that would solve the biggest human trafficking scheme in the world. All this happened, and it screwed with my head, I could be the best agent and the best cop, but in this case I was just a scared and traumatized girl, and that hurt even more. The impotence I had in that case hurt me even more than the traumas he left me.
"Trying to think?"
That voice, the husky sound of it, gave me goosebumps, the worst kind of goosebumps. I felt my stomach clench and knot, my spine was shocked and my whole body went numb, my hands and feet felt cold and tingling, I was in a panic attack. The voice was that of my monster, the villain of my story, Mahamud.
I slowly turned my face towards him, who was alone in the bathroom, he was never alone. Always with many security guards around. I even thought it was my mind playing another trick, but one of his hands was holding my neck so tightly that it made me choke, the other hand had a gun, pointed at my belly. I even calculated where the shot would land and if it would be worth trying to escape, but it would be useless and in vain, I raised both my hands in surrender.
I expected him to just take me away, but to my surprise he simply grabbed my hair with the hand that was at my throat, all to show that he was in charge, it disgusted me and made me want to throw up just thinking about it. He took me to the auditorium, and as I entered I expected the worst.
My friends were all tied up and trapped in one corner, Sara, Wallace, Teddy, Candice and Grasser, and on the other side, Clark and Angelic all tied by the hands and sitting, and surrounded by Mahamud's men. But the scene that hurt me the most to see was George, bound by his hands and in sadness, as if he were going to be executed, his eyes lifted and looked at me, they were full of fear and panic, and my brain that no longer thought straight , I went into a tailspin when I saw him suffer, I let out an involuntary scream of fear and dread of seeing the man I love suffer because of me, and just thinking that he could die, I panicked.
"Funny, I already tortured you a lot, for many days, even months, right? And you never vocalized. It was very difficult to get a moan of pain out of you, hard as a rock, the little princess endured everything without even showing pain. But I just tie up your little boyfriend and you scream? He must fuck you real good, right?"
Tears streamed down my face, he knew my biggest weakness was George, and I knew he would kill him just to see me suffer.
Mahamud controlled my face, from the side, squeezing hard, put his head right next to mine and spoke in my ear, but not loud enough for everyone to hear.
"I could kill you right now, nobody would come to save you, not your friends, not your parents, not anyone, but that would be too simple. I want to see you suffer, and suffer a lot. And I'm going to use your boyfriend for that. Who knows, maybe I will torture him while you watch, what do you think?"
I couldn't even look at George, I just looked down and cried, I didn't really know how to act and how to get out of that situation.
"Take me, kill me, torture me, do whatever you want, but don't touch him."
The words came out in a stammer, the tears were free on my face, and the horror on George's face when he heard me say this was indescribable.
"No."
George's scream filled the hall, and it was filled with fear and panic.
"Oh how beautiful, one trying to defend the other, but both will suffer and die, no doubt. I'm just deciding how."
Mahamud walked in circles delightingor with that.
"You were very audacious when you thought you were able to stop me, I loved torturing you all that time, and I missed having someone to take out my anger, for a while I even forgot about you."
He gave ser speech and sighed.
"Until your father set up another operation, based on yours, I forced myself to fight back and I lost my son. That... that was the end of you, there I promised myself that I would end your life, and you would regret having started the investigation on me."
My brain was trying to find a way out, trying to solve this, arrest Mahamud, or at least get my friends to safety. I can't say exactly how much time passed, with him delighting in my panic and my trapped friends. George remained tied up in the middle of it all, on his knees, as if he were going to be executed at any moment. Suddenly I noticed that Rufus wasn't there, my team was incomplete there, I hadn't noticed before in the face of all the chaos, but I knew he would do something to get us out of there.
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Scars of the past
RomanceNina Colin see a fresh start on her new job. Her partner George was a sweet surprise, but she never guess that her secrets could destroy her new life.