Mrs. & Mr. Graves. A broke promise...

𖦹prologue𖦹

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the quiet suburban neighborhood. It was a random hidden house. A goddammit house..

Loredana, a spirited and adventurous young girl, and a young boy named Phillip who was as and adventurous as his wife, were tied in a chair tightly. Face to face. They were walking home from a friend's house, her mind filled with dreams and aspirations, his mind filled with the upcoming mission. She hummed a tune to herself, jumping happily hand in hand with Phillip's oblivious to the lurking danger that awaited them. They were so happy..

As fate would have it, their paths were about to collide in the most unexpected and sinister way. A black van, its windows tinted and its intentions concealed, stealthily trailed behind Loredana and Phillip, its occupants hidden in the shadows. The air grew heavy with an eerie stillness as the van closed in on its prey.

Suddenly, a cacophony of screeching tires shattered the silence, as the van abruptly halted in front of Loredana. Before she could react, the door flung open, and masked figures lunged out, their menacing presence sending shivers down her spine. Fear gripped her heart as she realized the danger she was in. Just a few steps behind Loredana, Phillip froze in his tracks, his eyes widening in disbelief. The chilling sight before him sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, awakening a fierce determination to protect the girl he married. Yet. He also got sucked inside the van..

In the blink of an eye, Loredana and Phillip were swiftly overpowered, their struggles futile against the overpowering strength of their captors. The van door slammed shut, sealing their fate as they were whisked away into the night, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and shattered innocence.

Their eyes were tied and harshly pushed into their knees. Phillip growled, clearly not satisfied with what's happening. Yet their mouth were also filled to not hear their madness.

As the van disappeared into the darkness, Loredana and Phillip found themselves united in an unimaginable nightmare. Bound by the chains of their shared captivity, they were about to embark on a harrowing journey that would test their resilience, courage, and the depths of their will to survive.

Little did they know that their lives had become entwined not by chance alone, but by a twist of fate that would forge an unbreakable bond, pushing them to confront their darkest fears and discover the strength that lay dormant within their souls.

The van brought them to a house. They couldn't see which. Fucking shit...

And so, their story began, entangled in the web of a sinister plot, as the world outside continued to spin, oblivious to the plight of two innocent souls caught in the grips of an unforgiving darkness.

As I said earlier they are now tied tightly to a chair. The mask was of course taken off, their mouths were also freed.

The kidnappers were... huh? The one and only.. 'Shadow Company' and 'Triple Canopy Company'. Two enemies. And they teamed up? Well well well... what to see..

Now as they were sitting in a semi-circle, with the main characters in the middle of the attention.

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'What did you say you little shit!?'

A loud slap followed after, with a grunt followed by a male voice, and a mad female one that did not agree that her husband got slapped.

'HALT BITCH!'

Another voice yelled. The accent was falling on a heavy russian. The voice was mad that Loredana was struggling to exit the grasp and screaming in protest as she saw how her husband was abused by his own men, and women and some of hers.

'You don't deserve to wear that patch.' She spat out full of rage. It was the man that yelled at her. He looked at her held her face by her chin and forcing her to look into his eyes.

The memories of how the group formed and the patch was created by all of them full of happiness and laughs and lots of machetes on the patches, the custom uniforms that had weed as their camo print, and how they even came with the name.

'We gave you a chance.'
He said with pain in his voice.
'WE FUCKING GAVE YOU A CHANCE! ONCE! TO GET RID OF HIM!'

'THAT'S MY HUSBAND YOU DICKHEAD, OF COURSE I WON'T GET RID OF HIM! WHAT IF I GAVE YOU THIS TASK, TO GET RID OF YOUR WIFE AND KIDS!'
She got louder and louder with every word she said. If her hands weren't tied she would already threw fists.

He let her chin go in a harsh movement. Then reached for his patch.

'I quit.'
He shook his had and threw the patch on the ground.

With a movement that was made in a blink of a eye he turned, and went towards the door. As he reached the door he stopped in front of it. Nobody was paying attention. The others were focused on our main characters.

The guilt was eating him. He knew very damn well he would kill for good wife and his precious daughter. When about to exit he threw a smoke bomb to help them out. He knew she was strong enough the get outside the grip of the tight thread around her wrists. So could he. He knew it. He knew that she was pregnant. He knew very damn well all this. He knew how Phillip and Loredana always wanted a kid.

The question is. What of they survive? And the baby dies? He got flash-backs of he and his wife were trying for a kid, all the miscarriages and pain.

With his trembling hands he threw the bomb running out the door. Soon the room was filled with smoke, and lots of coughing sounds.

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As they both were young souls the managed to get out the 'chains' that were keeping them captive. She looked into his eyes.

His hand slowly reached for her as her did the same. With the other hand they covered their faces not to inhale the smoke. Their fingers interlocked as they ran through the door....

They felt like 5 years ago at their wedding day how they ran away from terrorists, why? That will come later...

Their bands were sparking in the moonlight. Just like in their wedding night.