Deprived Love

Chapter 25

Third person's pov

(Violent scenes ahead)

Chris, disoriented, slowly tries to regain consciousness. His head throbbed, and his vision was blurry as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

The room looked stark, with concrete walls stained from past horrors. A single, flickering overhead light casts ominous shadows, emphasising the bleakness of the space. He's strapped to a metal chair in the centre of the room, his wrists bound tightly with rough rope that cuts into his skin.

His clothes were torn, and blood trickled from a fresh wound on his temple. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and fear, a chilling reminder of what this place is meant for, and he knew better than anyone else. As his senses sharpen, he notices the sinister tools laid out on a nearby table-blades, pliers, and other instruments of pain, all meticulously arranged, as he used to arrange to torture his enemies.

The sound of dripping water echoes through the room, adding to the tension. His heart races as he struggles against his restraints, but they hold firm. The door to the room creaks open, and Chris furrows his eyebrows, his breath catching in his throat. A shadowy figure steps into the light, the captor, who exudes an aura of menace.

The captor's face was partially obscured, but the cruel smile is unmistakable. "Hey!' The captor says in a chilling tone, picking up one of the instruments from the table, his face still looking a blur, that Chris couldn't recognize him. "We have so much to discuss." Chris clenches his fists, trying to steady his breathing.

The atmosphere tenses more as the captor steps closer, the sound of metal scraping against metal ringing in the air.

And as he came closer, his face revealed.

“Nick?” Chris's voice merely above a whisper. He was bewildered, by seeing the guy he killed himself standing right in front of him with a sinister smile.

The man leaned closer, his breath fanned over Chris, he stared right through Chris's hazel eyes for a moment before backing away. He threw his head back and let out a laugh.

He is laughing! He is fucking laughing like a maniac!

He laughed crouching on his knees, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes.

His expression soon darkened and an evil grin replaced the dark chuckle. He leaned closer and yelled-

“Don't you dare take my brother's name, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

Chris flinched when a punch landed on his cheek forcing his neck to tilt sideways.

“You are his brother?” Chris questioned, ignoring the pain in his cheek.

“Yeah. You killed my whole family, didn't even leave a single trace of my blood line and now you killed him also! The only person I had.” He yelled, but Chris had a boring expression which annoyed the captor more.

“You don't know what your father did to me? He fucking deserved that! He deserved hell which I gladly gifted him.” Chris uttered blankly.

“Oh, really. He could've done much more than that but he let you and your whore mother go from there.” he knew he abused Chris's sensitive topic, his mother.

“Oh you are really calling my mother a whore, who was such a loyal woman to her husband, she loved my dad so much that she is still struggling with her mental health. Not like your dad who was inhumane, he never loved you, your mother, or your brother. Snap out of it!” Chris spat.

The man landed one more punch across his face to which Chris's nose started bleeding.

“But my brother was innocent!”

“Oh, you think I don't know?” Chris let out a chuckle raising his eyebrow.

“I fucking knew about you two twins the moment you landed in my country. I could've killed you two at that very moment, but I am not inhumane like your asshole dad, who attempted rape on a boy at the same age of his sons.”

“But you liked that, didn't you? Having my dad's hands on you.” The man gently rubbed his hands on Chris's inner thighs.

Chris's head started hurting because of the memories. He shoved the thoughts away and his scared eyes were replaced by an amusing expression.

“Not as much as you must've enjoyed your brother's dead and limp body in your arms. He was surely more handsome than you, even his pale face looked better than yours now.” He spat.

The man gritted his teeth and punched Chris straight to his gut.

“Oh, you can fight like that only, tying me up because you are a fag, aren't you? You can't fight otherwise.” Chris uttered with a smirk.

“Oh, you have a lot to say, don't you? Let's see how much you'll be sassy when you'll see your slut dying right in front of you.”

Chris's breath hitched.

“You thought I came to kidnap her right? But my plan was different. I knew if I kidnap her you'll come with your army and take her away. I am not interested in princess types of movies, you know.” He leaned closer.

“You are helpless right now and when your slut will come here, you'll have no one to help you. I'll kill her right in front of your eyes. And ya by the way, she is just a fool.” He chuckled. “You have a very bad choice, buddy. I gave her the option of either I'll kill you or she comes here to save you, but the dummy chose the second one.”

He said laughing.

“She thinks she'll come here and take you away, such a dummy!”

Chris's heart hammered against his chest violently.

"Don't come here Bella, please."

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In the middle of the night, with a dimly lit room where Bella was getting ready, she looked at her reflection, and she couldn't help but keep staring at it. The rest of the world must be sleeping peacefully and here is she going on a mission risking her life.

Was she a terrorist in her past life that she has been born in a mafia family, maybe as a punishment of her karma.

The room was sparse but functional, with weapons and gadgets laid out on a table.

Bella stands before a large mirror, strapping on a holster over her black tactical outfit. Her expression turned intense and focused, a mix of determination and concern for Chris. Her blonde hair was tied back, and she tightened the strap of her boots, readying herself for the mission.

On the table, there were blueprints of the address that she was given by the kidnapper. It was a map with routes marked, and a photograph of Chris, a reminder of what’s at stake. The atmosphere was tense, underscored by the low hum of the room's lights. She checks her weapons one last time, ensuring everything is in place.

As she takes a deep breath, the weight of the situation settles in, but there's no hesitation in her movements. The scene ends with her slipping a knife into her boot and turning off the light, plunging the room into darkness as she heads out to rescue him.

She was prepared for this mission by her father and Liam. As the daughter of a mafia leader, she was taught basic self defensive skills including to fire a revolver. After all, her life was at stake the moment she was born.

She took a deep breath and sat in the car with Liam beside.

“You can do this Bella, Chris needs you.”

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That's it, not so interesting tho… maybe next will be… hehehe.

So it's Sunday today, And I am spending my weekend laying in the bed, scrolling, reading stories and writing a chapter, that's all I did.

That's it for today guys. I hope you liked the chapter and have a great day ahead cuties/ good night.

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