Lost in Your Eyes (MxM)

Chapter 19: Pain is Pleasure, to Some Anyway

HEYOOOOOO! So, my lovely cupcakes, here is A-NOTHER (don't ask why I emphasized that, just roll with it) mothercluckin' chapter. WHOO! I'm actually getting super into writing this, and it's a little intense for me. :P Oooooh well. So far so good, as long as you guys are happy with it! Soooooo, first and foremost, I have a caution for this chapter.

!!WARNING!! This chapter contains some serious graphic violence and torture, so read at your own risk. IF you get lightheaded or nauseous easily, OR you are under the age of 17, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

There, I said it twice, read at your own risk. Three times now for full effect. NOW ENJOY THE CHAPTER! :D (And please don't kill me for what I'm about to do to Alex.)

PRESTON

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Three days. Three fucking days, and no progress into finding Alex. I was going insane. I had barely slept, and most of the time I was either arguing with Sara or nearly punching Ron in the teeth. My stomach had been in knots since the day Alex had gone missing, and those knots only got worse as the days had gone by. I allowed Sara and her crew to bunker down at my home, since there was enough space for it and it gave me the ability to stay engrossed in finding the one person who meant more to me than the oxygen in my lungs.

They'd brought a lot of equipment, and Sara had filled me in on their plans. To discover the place Katrina- no, Dahlia - had holed herself up in. When that was established, they were going in, full force. Taking down the entire group, and their operation.

I was angry because all I wanted was to protect Alex, save Alex. Sara's stupid FED pals were gracious to remind me every time I complained about it that he wasn't the important piece in this puzzle, even though yes, their objection was to get everyone out of this alive. They would help, of course, because saving lives was part of their duty, but they needed to take down Dahlia. All I wanted was Alex. But I would kill every last one of these stupid bitch's minions if I had to in order to get to him.

It was early in the morning on day four we no word from anyone, and I hadn't slept. I'd managed to stare up at the blurred ceiling above me all night and try not to let my rage and all-consuming fear take over.

More than fury, I was scared. Terrified that we'd be too late. The thought of finding Alex dead or beat to a pulp made me sick, and it took all of my courage to block those horrific images from my mind.

I'd gotten out of bed and made my way downstairs long before Sara or Ron had awoken. I placed my hand along the wall of the hallways, relying on my touch rather than my eyes. Once I'd safely made it to the kitchen, I rummaged around for an easy meal. But I got nowhere, I wasn't even hungry. I had no appetite, so I resulted in making myself a cup of tea.

There was a pang in my chest, a twist that felt like a sharp knife through my heart. Alex had made me tea so many times now that I almost didn't want to turn the kettle on. But I did. I needed something in my system.

Many of the FBI crew that had settled in took turns staying up to keep locating, searching, for whatever they could find. It seemed my once empty mansion was now flooded with noise and bodies and it was all so new to me.