The Husband Games: 5SOS Edition

Chapter 33 - Counting Down These Seconds

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Chapter 33.

"Jayson E. Beres, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

I shudder violently as a hard hand slaps against my back, forcing me down onto the rough concrete, my hands burn as they make contact.

"Not like you're actually going to go to court." Another voice whispers in my ear.

I don't look up, I stare at the black ground, heated by the stifling midday sun. A set of sleek gold bangles are clasped around my hands, interconnected by an invisible wire. I've only ever seen these on television before today, these handcuffs may look like a fashion statement, but even the slightest attempt to separate your hands further apart than the wire allows, you'll get shocked.

I hear a groan from beside me and turn my head just in time to see Dale pushed down beside me, the two of us share a hopeless glance, this is it. We've been caught.

We're utterly done for.

"Ahh, I knew we'd get them eventually." A rough voice chuckles from above us, I feel a sharp crack of pain against my back and a slight whimper escapes my lips.

"Not so high and mighty now are we?"

I'm suddenly pulled up off the ground, so fast that it feels like my shoulders are about to be ripped from their sockets, I inhale sharply.

"Lets get them in the plane. President Frost can't wait to see this one again."

A chorus of comments arises from this statement as Dale and I are pushed towards an awaiting jet, ready to be whisked away to our imminent deaths.

A black mesh bag is pulled over my head, and a sharp jab courses through my shoulder.

I've finally been captured.

It's all over now.

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It all happened so suddenly, Emilia dropped us off in the shadows close by to the train station. We were on the platform, when it all happened.

Shouts rang out, someone screamed.

My stomach dropped.

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I don't know how longs it's been since I was captured, could be days, weeks, months.

I wouldn't have a clue how to tell.

All around me is darkness, the air reeks of dampness, my back is pressed against a cold metallic wall.

I don't know where Dale is, they must've place him in a different cell, probably to torture me more. I bet that's just what Frost wants, for me to be vulnerable, abandoned, hopeless. It'll be the best state to have me in when he ends my life, he won't want me to fight.

I waste the hours alone by singing to myself.

I sing everything, I shout the words to my favourite ballads, I aimlessly murmur the harmonies to soft slow love songs. I even try a couple of 5SOS songs, screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs, trying to annoy the hell out of whoever is secretly keeping an eye on me.