Faked Deaths

Chapter 13

I rub my head as I feel a knot in the back of my head. My vision is blurry trying to see where I am. My hands were stuck together by handcuffs on the dirty cement wall. I muffle as duck tape is over my mouth. As I was drowsy trying to contemplate where I was. I gain back focus and I look up to where the handcuffs are. I felt sweaty and dirty as my knees were being bruised from being on the hard floor, for who ever knows long. I shake the hand cuffs to see if they will break.

"You won't get out," A familiar evil voice spits. He has a few bandages from where I hit him in the head from. I muffle screams. I prayed it was just a nightmare. I look around for Andre or any one else from the crew. "Don't bother wasting your breath, for one, nobody can understand you and your friends are in special, special cells, made individually for each." He stares at me with his evil beat eyes. He walks toward me as I try to get away even if I know I can't.

He caresses my face with his rough hands and I look away. I was on the verge of tears. Never in my life would I have ever thought I would have to face him. Sure, I wanted revenge but I wanted peace most of all. I didn't want to face an evil species ever again. He rips off the tape as I wince in pain. He stares me in my eyes with his evil smile. "I missed you." I grind my teeth in anger. How dare he? He continues to smile. I runs his disgusting hands through my hair. "Love what you done with it."

 "What, don't act like you didn't like it." He leans in nearly kissing me. I look down unable to look at his evilly imprinted face. He chuckles as I look back up at his face. I spit in it, it splattered all over his face making his smile fade away and him glaring at me. He cocks his hand back and slapping me, which makes me jerk my face to the right.

"You little conniving bitch." He chuckles. He puts his sausage finger on my lip and I bite it leaving blood. Making him furious of even considering playing a manipulative mind game with me. He starts swinging blow by blow. My wrist were in pain from forcefully moving from all the blows her threw. I tasted blood in my mouth and felt in dripping down my face. I spit the blood out onto the ground and move my jaw around in pain. I look down feeling defeat.

I think about all the times I gave up and where it got me. I decide not to, after a month of hardcore training and finding the best assets of myself It was time to not give up. Not after all I've been through to get what I want. "What do you want with me?" I question ever so softly looking down as blood dripped to the floor. I put my legs in front of me stretching it out. Red Eagle stares at me chuckling thinking I have finally gave in.

"Well, your the key." He says walking closer to me and every step he took I trembled with fear trying to get him to think I was just the same scared girl I was when we first cross paths. I stare at his waster where the key to the handcuffs are.

"Key to what?" I ask looking up at his devilish eyes. He bends over at the end of my feet.

"To everything." He says after I wrap my knees to his neck making my grip harder as he's choking and gagging and trying to pull my grip away so I don't I choke him to death. I move Red Eagle closer in to get the key. He grabs down toward his waist and grabs a razor blade and stabs my leg. "Ow!" I yelp in pain. Still holding his neck Jeremy walks in with two bulky guys behind him.

"Let go of him," He orders. I stare in his eyes the humanity I once thought I saw is gone. Maybe because it never really was there. "Okay then, bring him in." He says to the guys walking behind him. They walk in quickly with Andre dragging by there arms. "Now, I'll say this once more. Let him go, or your boyfriend here will die." I stare at the beaten up Andre barely breathing. He looks up at me shaking his head trying to tell me not to. I look down and loosen my grip And his slightly purple face started flushing back to his pale white skin. He coughs as he regains his breathing.