One in the Same

Ch. 17: Sylvia

"I told you to not fucking hurt her so much. She looks half fucking dead!" I heard a voice bellow, it was much deeper this time. "You said we were gonna kidnap her, not beat her like a damn pack mule. ButI guess you're just good at beating people up--"

I heard a smack, then a yelp.

"Stop being such a pussy." The other voice seethed.

That was Anna. But, who was the other voice in the room?

"You said--"

"I told you to keep your fucking hands off of her, even with your sick somnophiliac ass,I should have known better than to leave you here for an hour. Guess you're just good at fucking people when they're drugged, huh? "

Anna.

Groaning, I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, feeling the blazing ray of light behind my lids, I slowly peeled them open. I hissed from the lights hitting my eyes. Everything was hazy, my head was pounding, and so were my legs...

My legs.. My--

Gasping, I pulled on my restaurants, rolling my head and looking at my crotch as something didn't feel right. I already knew, but for the sanity that was no longer intract, I needed to see. A ball of emotion grew in my throat. My pants were gone, my shirt was torn, and there was dried blood seeping into my sweatshirt. Arkyn's sweatshirt at that. My eyes stung with tears picturing his face in my mind, Realizing then, I would more than likely never see him again.

The cognitive part of my brain thought otherwise. Between Jake and Arkyn, there was no telling when they would both be breaking through the door to find me. I had a feeling she fucked up not taking me far from where I had lived, given the instructions. I was only 45 minutes outside of my living space with Arkyn.

If Jake was good enough as he said he was in all of those meetings.

"Well well well, look who decided to wake up." A man called. His face is slightly hidden underneath the shadow of the lights. Blinking, I could finally make out his silhouette. About six foot two, slightly heavy nubile, beard that was not well kept--

"Oh my god." I whispered, my eyes growing wide. Muscles tense. The man moved forward, and I could have vomited right then and there. Never in my fucking life would I have pictured Parker standing before me. Teaming with Anna of all people.

"Good morning sunshine." He beamed. And I wanted to vomit.

Rolling her eyes, Anna moved her way around Parker circling around me. I could feel Anna burning a hole in the top of my head, as she made her way around. Coming to the right of me, her eyes were bloodshot, hair was matted and stringy. She looked terrible, her weight was under what she ended up being.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked. Anna rolled her eyes, slapping me across the face, stinging my right cheek. The metallic tarts filled my mouth, my teeth cut int my cheek.

"It's obvious." Anna shrugged her boney shoulders, tapping the gun in her hand against her thigh. "I want to end you."

"Not without some fun first." Parker grinned, wagging his eyebrows. Anna smirked small.

Fun.

My cheeks burned scarlet, my right one stringing even more from pain.

"So much fun it's got me hungry. I'm gonna make some food, want something?" Parker snorted, before walking out, itching his junk.

Anna rolled her eyes, and connected them with me, inching closer, she moved hair out of my face with her knife, landing the stip close to my jugular vein

"So this is to finish what you both started?" I confessed. "Killing me? Because you both can live with the fact that neither of you can have everything you want... so you just take." I clipped, my tears hot, streaming down my face, I was ripped open and raw, literally from the inside out. I was exposed and vulnerable. And yet, I was being sucker punched to my jaw.

Groaning, I spit to the side, blood coming out and landing on Anna's shoe. "Normally, I'm a swallower, but not today it seems. Whoops."

"You fucking butch." Anna growled, grabbing me by my hair rearing my head back. I grinned, blood coating my teeth, in what I thought was the moonlight, but happened to be a spt light. My boys were here.

"I should fucking end you right here, right now."

Making eye contact, I leaned close to her face, "Are you sure about that?" then I spit on her. Rearing back, Anna wiped the blood and spit mix off her face, turning her gun to me, she cocked it back. Point it right between my eyes.

This wasn't the first time I had a gun pointed at me, and I am sure it wasn't going to be the last time.

As if it was right on cue, a blow horn was sounding off, followed by a booming voice over an intercom...

THIS MESSAGE IS FOR THE THREE INDIVIDUALS LOCATED IN THE WAREHOUSE.

PATRICK

ANNA NICOLE.

SYLIVA MOONE.

THIS IS THE SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ALONG WITH THE SWAT TEAM. WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP. NO ONE NEEDS TO GET HURT TONIGHT.

"Looks like time is up." I sighed. Then the sound came through once again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw figures getting on formation outside. Anna must have noticed, as well as Parker.

"COPS!" I heard him yell. My heart hammered harder, knowing my man was going to be on the other side of the door.

THIS MESSAGE IS FOR THE THREE INDIVIDUALS LOCATED IN THE WAREHOUSE.

PATRICK MARTIN.

ANNA NICOLE.

SYLIVA MOONE.

THIS IS THE SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ALONG WITH THE SWAT TEAM. WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP. NO ONE NEEDS TO GET HURT TONIGHT.