Dark At It's Brightest

Chapter - 19 - I didn't send you that...

Imagine my shock when I suddently wake up in a cold, nasty smelling room. My hands and legs tied to a chair and my mouth taped shut.

The only thing I can see in the dark is the small light showing under the door. It is mooving as if someone is walking behind it. Light flickering every time someone steps between the door and the light.

"Why did you bring her here?" an deep, intimidating voice asked. The voice was unfamiliar

"Because you told me to." another man's voice answered. 

The light behind the door quivered as if someone walked past it again. I shifted in my seat trying to break free from the ropes that were tied around my wrists. It didn't help. Unfortunately it only made my wrists hurt more with each try.

I looked at the dark around me. It was too dark to see anything. 

How long have I been here? What has happened to my family? Were they free? Where were they? Where was I? What do they want from me? How could someone be so evil? Why do they keep torturing me?

My head started to hurt from that many questions. But most of all I was worried about my brother and father. And mostly - Michael. He had nothing to do with this.

"I told you to keep an eye on her." The same intimidating voise replied raising it's tone.

"You told me to bring her to you and I did so." The voice sounded familiar. 

I heard a hit. "I told you to keep an eye on her."

"No, you didn't... You sent me a message and told me to bring her to you. Look!" Michael said.

"I didn't send you that... Sh*t!"The voice cursed. I heard a murmur coming behing the door but I didn't catch anything they said.

Everything grew quiet for amoment. Not even a murmur. Nobody spoke for atleast two minutes as I thought. I heard footsteps coming louder as a tall man opened the door. 

He aproached me and riped the tape off of my mouth. He bended down and looked me straight into my eyes. I felt too shocked to speak. Michael wasn't on my side. He was one of them...

"Who do you think you are?"He asked.

The question took me out of my thoughts. It certenaitly wasn't what I was expecting him to ask.

"I-I..." I stutered, not sure what to say to him. I wanted to say that I was innocent, that I didn't do anything, but I knew that he wouldn't believe my lies.

Was he serious? Does he really think I can answer that kind of question? Who does he think he is?

I stared at his nose, because I was too scared to look him in the eyes.

"Ok. Let me get this straight. You think you can play these little games with us? Keep in mind you selfish, unthoughtfull little b*ch, that as long as you are alive, you are our property either you like it or not. You can play your little mind games as long as you want, but by the end of the day you will have to answer and take responsability for it. And that might not be as much as fun as you thought when you are dealing with us - him, for that matter!"

I felt my pulse fastening by the second. He was spitting his words right into my face and there was nothing I could do about it.My voice was stuck in my throat.

My gaze lingered on the man who was standing in the door. I couldn't see his face, but I knew who it was. His posture was bent. I notice he was avoiding my gaze when I looked at him.

The man before me saw my wondering glare and he stood up. He went to the door and was ready to close it when I finaly managed to speak.

"Why are you doing this to us?"