Finally Breathing

~ Chapter 32 ~

Trigger warning: r*pe, sexual abuse.

Sky's POV

I awoke in a dank, dark room, the walls crusted with something that I didn't even want to think about. It smelled of a mixture of urine and stale food, the stench making me gag as I took each breath, my burning lungs rejecting it. I tried to shuffle slightly, attempting to shift some hair out of my eyes. Something was restraining my hands as I dragged them up. I moved so that I was lying down, my eyes staring at what was before me. I was chained to the bed by my wrist, the skin around the handcuffs red and flaking. There were thick gashes across my biceps, the scarlet liquid tricking down my arms, thick and warm. That was another thing, the temperature. Despite the heat outside the room was freezing cold, my US tank doing absolutely nothing for the goosebumps rising above my slashed and irritated skin.

I turned over, placing my head against the bed frame.

I hate him, I hate this. Was killing my brother not enough? What did he want with me? This drug operation was slowly taking advantage of those who most needed help, and all I wanted to do was to stop it from taking over the world as we know it. If these drugs got out into mainstream medicine, it wouldn't just be my brother who died but the whole god damn nation. Why didn't the RDC get that?

It felt like days before I heard movement, the man shoving himself into the room with a smug grin smothering his tatted lips.

"Thought you were gonna kill me, didn't ya beautiful." He smirked, bending down to play with my hair while I seethed, trying to shove him off me in the process.

"I thought I would make you pay for what you've been doing."

"Sure you did. Because a little soccer player would definitely be able hurt someone like me."

He sat down on top of my outstretched legs before I could curl into a ball. I could taste the stench of his arrogance on my chapped lips, crusted blood tainting the stink with metal.

"Get off me." I spat, craning my neck around as far as it could go. "Get the fuck off of me."

"Good luck with that pretty."

He removed my tank, rough hands exploring my back before grabbing hold of my arms and flipping me over like a blanket. I winced as my already bruised back smacked the cold concrete, cuts stinging like wildfire as they burst open. The guy, I'm guessing the cult leader, began to caress my ass, my navy blue board shorts slipping off as he dug deeper, stroking my clit. It was all I could do to try not to moan while he thrust his dick in, pushing up and down for hours on end.

Tobin's POV

"Tobin, calm down. Tell me exactly what happened." Jill stood before me, her face creased as I recited what happened, ashen faced.

"Okay. I'll call the police and let them know. You girls split into groups and look around the area. Please be back by 10:30 latest though, we have training in the morning."

I looked at her in shock. "Will all due respect Jill, I will not stop looking for my daughter until she's found, whether its past 10:30 or not."

Her face softened, noticing my tensed shoulders and frantic expression. "Okay. You, Christen, Kelley and Ash have permission to be out as late as you like. The rest of you 10:30 sharp. Am I understood."

"Yes ma'am." Came the mumbled response as we all hurried either to our cars or to our rooms to throw on a light jacket.

"Cmon Chris." I frowned, hurrying out of the door towards the beach where she was last seen.

We checked all around the alleyway, the only unusual thing being a spatter of blood on the floor, alongside her brother's bracelet. Fuck. If she noticed that gone, I don't even know if she could survive. We ran along the trail of the scarlet liquid, leading us out into the city beyond. It was huge, cars and taxis beeping and wailing at each other as the people of Paris made their way to and from their destinations. The sun was blinding, the time now reaching around 3pm Parisian time. We lost track of all traces of blood, our path barred by the pure fact that we had no idea where to go next.