The Narco's Daughter

All eyes on her

!Author's Note!:
A quick reminder that '~' throughout the story is intended as time skips. When quotes are in Italics, it's intended as the character's thoughts. Enjoy! <3!

Cold air filled the room. The voices of men were distorted as Elisa began to gain consciousness slowly. It was all dark, an excruciating pain from her nose over took her as she began to quicken her breathe. Her head was faced down as she sat on a metal chair, unable to move as her wrists and ankles appeared to be tied together with rope. As she lifted her head back against the chair, the cloth bag on her head was removed, her eyes still hazy, she shut her eyes harshly from the sight of the bright lights around the room. There were about 10 men scattered around the room, all in full tactical gear.

A man stood in front of her, holding the cloth bag he had removed with his hand. He had a Mohawk and a small British flag in front of his chest's gear. He furrowed his eyebrows as he kept his harsh gaze at her. "Wakey, wakey!" He exclaimed in a Scottish accent followed by a small chuckle.

The men in the room all stared directly at Elisa as she groaned from the pain of her nose. She licked her lips, tasting the irony taste of her blood that dripped down from her nose.

"Cap, she's all yours." He added as he looked toward a man in the back. The man in the back dragged a metal chair, placing it in front of her, sitting on it as the back of the chair faced against his chest.

In a deep British accent he said, "Do you know where you are right now?".

Elisa shook her head, clenching her jaw as the blood continued to drip.

"You're on our base camp, hidden away where no one will find you."

Spitting out blood that ran down her mouth, she groaned, "I'm not supposed to be here."

He was silent for a minute and then asked Elisa, "Do you know why you're here?"

She sat in silence with her head leaned back.

"You're parents are hiding somewhere, running away from their crimes. You are the daughter of two very dangerous criminals. Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros here in Mexico are working together to bring the cartels down. We're holding you here, waiting for your parents to come get you to make our move." He explained.

"You're wrong! My mother couldn't have, she is a nurse in New York. I'm a surgeon and I live in Spain. As for my father, I never met him, and I'm nothing like him, please let me go..." she pleaded as she lowered her head down.

"You're mother ran away, she was never a nurse, she was in hiding. She lied to you. You may not know it now, but your head is worth a lot, and if we don't protect you, you will end up dead out here." He replied as he stood up and dragged the chair back.

"Konig, cut her ties." He ordered as a very tall man walked over wearing a dark camouflage head veil, revealing only his eyes with black paint around them. He took out a sharp knife from his chest pocket, cutting against the thick rope. Elisa felt a sense of relief from the released tension against her wrists and ankles. She ripped a piece of her shirt, placing it on her nose as she leaned her head back, keeping the blood from dripping down.

"I see you let the narc free, eh?" asked a man with a Spanish accent. He was followed by another man with him.

"It's good to see you Vaqueros. I've debriefed her already, but if you wanna add anything, be my guest." said the man wearing a bucket hat to the two men who entered the room.

"Good to see you too Capitan." The man replied.

The two men walked toward Elisa, both towering in front of her as she continued to pinch her nose.