Chenford Story ✔️

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TW gore and violence in quite graphic detail throughout this chapter

Lucy's POV

I wake up probably multiple hours later in a damp basement of some sort.
Rosalind and Emmet are stood in front of me looking at a weapons wall, pulling out different knifes and guns to test.

I only open my eyes a crack, mostly I rely on my other sense. They tell me I'm in a basement with a dripping pipe to my left. That I've been stripped to my underwear and that my ankles and wrists are chained to the stone wall and the shackles are too hard to break.

Emmet and Rosalind are stood in front of me, picking up knifes off their murder wall to sharpen or throw at the opposite wall punctuated by occasional kisses.

I have no sense of time down here. There aren't any windows and the only escape is a metal door up the stairs.

I open my eyes a slither more. I see an oil barrel in the corner. Shit. No. No. No.
I can't do that again.
Anything but the barrel.
My mind wanders to the tattoo on my ribs, DOD. I can't feel any pain yet except a few bruises from generally getting my unconcious body into a basement so luckily the torture hasn't started yet. That also means they haven't given me a tattoo, at least not yet.

Grey's POV

I open my eyes frantically.
The last thing I remembered was feeling a sharp prick in my arm before everything went black.
I looked around me.
No one else was here.
Lucy!
Where was Lucy?!
She was definitely in the room with me when I was drugged. Was she drugged as well? She isn't here. She was definitely taken.
Tim is definitely going to kill me for not keeping Lucy more protected.

I call him anyway.

Tim's POV

Grey's calling me.
That's never good news.

"Sir?"
"Lucy's gone Tim. Rosalind took her."
I don't even register I've let go of my phone until I hear it thud onto the floor.
Angela, Juniper, Wesley, Jack and I are at the airport, waiting to board our flight back to LA.

We were going home to help protect Lucy.
Now she had been taken.
Because I wasn't there.

I put Grey on speaker.

"Rosalind drugged me and Lucy and now I can't find her anywhere. I'm so sorry Tim."

We all spend the entire plane ride home in absolute silence. No one dares say a word because then it's real. Then Lucy's actually been taken.

I break every speed limit driving to the station. At this point I would be willing to die for Lucy, a few hundred fines would be nothing.

I pull into a space, probably across multiple parking bays but I am running into the station before I can even look, Juniper in my arms. I would never forgive myself if I let her mother die. Having to tell my infant daughter that she would never see her mother again.

I make it to the roll call room along with a group of other officers.
"Officer Chen was taken at approximately 6pm last night. We have confirmed that it was by Rosalind Dyer herself. She was here inside the building, leaving three guards dead as she entered. Use all available resources to find her. Do. Anything."

I let a single tear fall down my cheek. This reminds me of Caleb. If I had just been here. Maybe Lucy wouldn't be fighting for her life with a serial killer right now.

Lucy's POV

"Emmet baby what do you say we wake our little guest up now?"
Rosalind said it casually while picking out a kitchen knife from the rack. Emmet started laughing as he nodded along to his girlfriends plan.
Great stab me awake that was a great plan.

I braced for the pain as well as I could. Almost screwing my eyes shut and clenching my fists until my knuckles were white. I wasn't sure where the blade was going but I knew wherever it was, it would hurt like he-
"Aaaahhhh"
I screamed as the blade came down into my left foot. It wasn't a vital organ at least.
Rosalind was going to make my die slowly, as punishment for making her work so hard to finally kill me.

I heard the gun fire next before pain radiated from my right foot.
Emmet had shot me, fearing Rosalind's kitchen knife alarm clock was not good enough to wake me up.
Well there was definitely no walking out of here with my feet being stabbed and shot.
I tried my best not to scream again as Emmet tilted my head upwards looking me directly in my eyes.
"Welcome back Lucy."
Rosalind just stood over a small basin, cleaning the first layer of blood of her weapon of choice.
Then Emmet picked up an iron poker, heating it over the fireplace they had lit in the corner.
I blacked out after the first few hits, smelling my own burning flesh.

Tim's POV

It had been six hours since Lucy went missing and we still had nothing except that it was almost definitely Emmet and Rosalind who took her.

Not where.
Not what they were doing to her.

I heard my phone ring and looked at the caller id.
I answered.
"Hello Sargent Bradford. Someone wants to talk to you."
Rosalind's voice greeted me. In the background I could hear Lucy's tortured screams as gun shots sounded.
"Hang up when you're ready. Stay on the line however long you want."
That was just cruel.
I didn't want to listen to Lucy being tortured, but I couldn't just hang up and leave her to possibly die alone.

Lucy's POV

After the poker had finished it's way across my body, Emmet started with his metal boots.
Kicking, punching, stomping on me.
Everywhere he could reach.
It reminded me on before, when we were dating and he did the same.
I felt so stupid. Now did I not see it before.
Everything hurt by this point, one of my eyes had been almost dried shut from the blood and I could barely move my left leg.
I could feel that my arm and at least a few ribs were broken but that was the least of my concerns unless a shard of bone pierced and organ or my heart. Not that I had much blood left at this point.

I didn't cry. I wouldn't show them how absolutely petrified I was of dying here, alone.
Emmet and Rosalind left after a minute, walking out and laughing with each other like friends going to lunch.

I faded in and out of consciousness multiple times over the next few days.
I wasn't sure exactly how long I had been in the basement but it was long enough for my splattered blood to start smelling putrid. I knew my wounds were infected now. One of the stabs on my leg was oozing yellow puss and hurt like it was constantly being run over by a plane.