Sparks of Blue

The Void

Chapter 3

*Censor Warning* ⚠️
The contents in this chapter will contain blood, violence, torture, mentions/attempts of sexual assault, dissociation, and death.

Unknown POV

Bzz bzz'
Boss calling

'Do you have it?'

"Not yet boss. we have the girl so it's only a matter of time."

'.... Times ticking, find it and bring it to me.'

"Yes Boss. What about the girl?"

'after you get what you need disregard of her. she's no longer of use once I have what I want.'

"Will do boss."

"You have until the end of the day. Make sure to follow through or your team will no longer be of use to me."

Click, Call ends.

"Tony, wake her up!"
I call out toward my brother.
Walking back into the warehouse I see my brother splashing the girl with water before she shoots awake and screams.

'You Bitch!'

Smack.

I smirk. My brother doesn't take well to disrespect. This brat will learn one way or another.

Rolling up my sleeves I walk forward while watching her. My brother stands back letting me do my thing.
I grab her chin, letting her eyes find mine so she knows I mean buisness.

"Where's the locket?"
I keep my voice stern and calm. Watching her reaction I note when her eyes widen and she looks like she zones out.

If she doesn't take this seriously I will have no problem making her scream.

"I don't like repeating myself, where's the locket?" My voice booms.

She snaps out of whatever daze she was in and her eyes glance around as she remains silent. She's really pushing my limits at her slow intake of the situation.

I'm not sure if she's stupid or slow, probably both.

She glanced back at me and her eyes looked full of anger. I smirk as her eyes narrow at me, she's going to learn soon enough.

*POV change

                               Dia

The locket. These fuckers kidnapped me. Chained me to a chair in an abandoned warehouse for a fucking locket! Wtf is so special about it?
First my asshole brother now these fuckers. Are they all connected?

Zoning back in I narrow my eyes at the man dressed in a suit thats in front of me. He's big, bulky with muscles, reaching 5'8. His rugged face has wrinkles around his brown eyes.

I ignore the pulsing pain in my cheek and forehead. I feel the bruises forming. the panic in my stomach swirls but my veins simmer with anger.

"I assume you've searched me and didn't find it. And if you went far enough to kidnap me in case I had it on hand then you've probably already broken into my apartment and searched for it?"