Dead Heart

Danger

Raya's POV

I felt the pain rush through my body bringing me back to consciousness . Where am I? Is the first thing I asked myself. The only thing ringing in my mind is........I don't have my dagger!

I tried opening my eyes but they were closed shut. I started feeling my body, to atleast makeout something more than 'I was kidnapped'.

I was in a sitting position, my hands tied behind my back, my mouth tied with some rag that was soaked with my saliva, my legs and feet tied and worst part, I couldn't see all this.

I heard footsteps approaching where I sat. I then eased my body, relaxed and sat back on the chair to hide any kind of fear that might come from nowhere.

My face was slapped, no punched from left and right, over and over and then when the punches were over, I felt a boot digging into my gut and next thing, the chair I was sitting on fell over, the back of my head hitting hard on the floor sending an impulse of suffocating pain. I was then pulled up by the hood of my sweater, and another series of blows to my face sent waves of pain through my body. But I kept silent, I won't respond to all this.

"That felt good." I heard a rather familiar voice with a particular accent say as the chair sat upright. "I've been waiting to do this for the past eight years Little one." The voice came again.

My brain started thinking, Little one? The only person who called me that was.....Tony! My body started trembling uncontrollably. The rag on my mouth was then removed, then my eyes were uncovered and when I opened them, there, the first man I ever intentionally killed standing infront of me alive!

"Hello little Grey." A really old man said to me with an evil smile.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "You look horrible." I teased. " No wonder I couldn't feel any pain from those soft punches old man." I added still trying to mask the terror I was in. I wasn't expecting this!

For that I received a hard slap, I deserved it, I'm never this funny.
"Oh, you'll be feeling these soft punches until you die bitch!" He said landing another blow.

I then chuckled. "Not to provoke you or anything but, I doubt I'll die until you get younger people to help you out old man. And for real Tony, I don't think angels are allowed to kill. That's what you are right, an angel?" I said smirking.

"I'll make sure your death is as painful as ever." He said starring straight at my face.

"Ok, what do you want from me Tony?" I asked cheerfully.

"I want you to die, for what you and Varkint did to me, for being dum enough to think you killed me, me?" He pointing at his chest and then spit at me. "Good luck little one, I got me some help as you suggested, I'll now go rest this old body of mine. Have fun little Grey." He said and walked away. A few moments later some men went in and started torturing me. They bended my fingers teasingly, cut me several times and had more in mind. For that they had to untie me. As soon as my hands were free, I used them. I really didn't have a strategy of how to use the tools on the small table next to me but I made sure I hurt the men. I took the fork like tool and stabbed it deep into the neck of one of the men who was taller and more intimidating. I then took another type of tool and hit the back of the head of the other bold man knocking him out.

That was my opportunity to run. I untied my feet and ran towards the exit. I opened the door to find another pair of men outside who bound me up once again. They put a lot of effort in paralysing me. They crushed my feet under theirs several times. I tried taking the excruciating pain and tease them to stall.