The Silent Fighter

Chapter 42

Chapter Forty-Two

***Warnings: blood, pretty detailed torture, etc***

Sara's POV

I woke up with my head pounding. A groan of pain slipped from me, only to be muffled- there was a gag in my mouth. Then once I realized the previous events were no dream, I tried to move my hands and legs only to find them tied to a chair I was sitting in.

"Ah, she wakes," a deep dark voice rumbles. My head snaps up where the voice came from. It was the boss- not the boss of the warehouse, but the one who had talked to me before I was knocked out. "You know, now that I see you in person, I realize why blondie was so into you." When he saw that I had something to say, he smirked and took the gag from my mouth.

I furrow my eyebrows, but quickly figure it that he's talking about Damon. "Where is he?" I whisper, my voice raspy. There's no telling how long I was out, but I know that my throat was in desperate need of hydration.

The boss's devilish smirk sent shivers down my spine as he pulled a walkie from out of his belt, still keeping his dark eyes on me. "Bring him in."

I felt my heart begin to quicken pace as footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the door, before they stopped. The door opened, the man moving to the side, so that Damon could be thrown in. He hit the ground on his hands and knees.

"Damon," I tried to speak normally but it hurt too much. His blue eyes slowly, but surely found mine, showing so much weakness and pain. That's when I noticed the cuts and bruises on his arms and face.

"Lovers reunited," the man chuckles. "How unoriginal." He quickly pulled Damon to his feet, leading him to me, before taking his jaw to make him look up at me. "Look what you've done, Damon. You've got your little girlfriend here caught, and now, you get to watch what my men do to her."

"No, please," his voice was raw as if he had been shouting his lungs out. A single tear fell down his cheek, no longer showing as it dipped into a cut. The men who had escorted Damon here, walked from behind Damon and the boss, to me. They untied the ropes, and yanked me up, holding me up due to my weak legs.

I watched as the pair of men and the boss switched places, them holding Damon to make sure he didn't move. My eyes droopy and my senses completely thrown, I suddenly felt shackles around my wrist before I was suspended in the air, only the tip of my toes touching the ground.

"Don't," I heard Damon's voice but my eyes were heavy and my neck hung down wearily. I suddenly felt a cold blade gliding over the skin of my now bare torso. I was only wearing a bra and undershorts. "Don't you dare touch her!"

"Oh, I'm not going to touch her, Damon," that same dark voice was now right by my ear. "You are."

"Never," he growled.

"Oh, sonny, you don't have much of a choice," the voice grunted back, starting to break the skin slightly with the knife. "Because if you don't, there are plenty of people I have to poke at her until she's nothing but a lifeless dummy suspended in air. We wouldn't want that would we?"

I look up and meet Damon's wide eyes, pleading with him not to let them to do that to me. Even in this horrible situation, I trusted him and would rather him do it than anyone of these blood-thirsty animals.

"Please," I whimper as the blade makes its way up to my neck. "Damon, please just do it." His eyes looked deeply into mine, checking thoroughly to make sure that this is what I truly wanted, and he saw that it was.

"I'll do it," he nods slowly, not taking his eyes off of me.

"Good boy," the boss, waves his hands for his men to back away. Damon shoots them both glared before taking a breath to look at me. Then his gaze snapped down to the knife being held out to him. "Take it."