The Capture

chapter.34 "expect the unexpected."

-Madisons POV-

I awoken and saw nothing.... nothing but dark.. but that was the least of my worries when I realized I was tied... tied down to a chair. all the fear was building up through my veins and I was officially on the verge of screaming.

"funny huh?..."

A deep voice coursed through the dark and I jumped by it.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!? LET ME GO!"

I screamed trying to jingle my wrists out of the rope that was holding me to the chair.. but it wasn't rope.. it was sharp and the smell of fresh flood filled my nostrils.

"I'd stop moving now darling... that wire. and the more you move the tighter it gets and the deeper it cuts so if you'd like to keep those pretty little hands of yours... I would sit still and shut the fuck up!"

the lights turned on and the room was lit up. the guy that brought me here was in my presence and he was lighting a cigarette in his mouth. he took a puff from it and stalked towards me as I kept a weary eye at him... what a fucking jerk. how and why.... why and how. is everyone out to get me!?

"what do you want?"

was all I muttered. he merely stared and chuckled.

"You ask a lot of dumb questions... I thought it was obvious why you are here, don't you?"

he stepped closer to me and looked at me.. invading my space. he inhaled his cigarette again and blew the smoke in my face making me cough from the toxic air that was released near me.

"your uh... man. Justin Bieber. he has done some things.... things that would have a man killed immediately. but of curse we all know he is hard to reach.. and when reached well the outcome isn't pretty. I however know that pussy is weak and I could take him on-"

"HE ISN'T MY BOYFRIEND! AND IF YOU THINK YOU ARE SO TOUGH AND UNBEATABLE THEN WHY DON'T YOU GROW APAIR AND GO AFTER HIM YOURSELF INSTEAD OF SITTING AROUND HERE LIKE A-"

"DID I SAY YOU CAN SPEAK!?"

he tossed the cigarette bud on to the floor and charged a swinging hand to my face making a stinging feel come from my cheek. I let out a slight yelp per say and remained quiet knowing if I spoke anymore the worst would happen. I know... I've been through this a number of times by now.

"as I was saying before you rudely interrupted... we know there is one thing that he will give up for... one thing he will surrender for.. and that is you. sad to say really since I've seen better that do more and talk less... but I guess you do enough to get him to stick around huh?.."

"you're disgusting! you really are... and I don't know if you're deaf or not but Justin and I are not together..."

"don't even try to play me little girl.. I know everything.."

"apparently not everything.."

I whispered under my breath but when I felt his ice cold fist collide wit my jaw I knew he must of heard me. he gave me a disapproving look of anger and turned on the heels of his feet and walked over to a table with blades, knives, guns, and other weapons of sorts.

"you know I was going to be nice about all of this but I guess not."

he smirked over at me with his horrid grin and picked up a vodka bottle from the floor and tipped the top off and began sipping the drunken liquid. I gave him a look of annoyance and fear. weird how even when I'm not with Justin, I'm still in the eyes of danger. I wonder what he's doing now.. probably banging the chick he used me for... probably out at clubs getting drunk with the guys ... probably out shooting out gangs.. maybe he will come across this dude and kill him and save me like the guy always does in those fairytales.. wait. what fairytale!? exactly. my life is a complete wreck. maybe when Justin and I started to date I thought maybe my life would go back to some what of normal, but man was I wrong. when will my life go back to normal?.... normal... do I even remember the meaning of normal? nope... death and death... oh and more death.. that's my normal now.. and if it could change, then maybe my life would be on track again..

A clinking noise filled my ears making me widen my eyes at the sound. I looked around the room and noticed the guy was gone.. good. maybe he finally left. but my hopes must be really high because when the door opened... I saw a figure... a person... a person I never thought I would ever see again... a person I never would think would be around... I thought was dead...

"Lopez..."

"so this is her huh... looks like the same one from before."

"yup... that's Biebers girl. she claims she isn't but we all know that act already."

"good to know Marcus.. thank you. you may go now. I got it from here."

the door closed leaving that Marcus guy to disappear and Lopez to appear into the room. I watched him closely as he limped in a way over to the table of weaponry. he skimmed his finger tips on the knives and blades until his hand stopped and gripped a rigid edged blade and greedily smirked down at it. I must have amused him when he started laughing at my reaction. I had fear plastered on my face... how could I not!? I thought Lopez was dead... but instead the man was standing in the same room as I... with a blade... and me tied up.. if he was alive then I would have suspected him.. but he isn't... well.. he is I guess, but we all thought he was dead... should have been dead... looked dead.. I don't quite remember much since I was near death that night... weeks later and I am still near death...

"I know sweetie.. thought I was dead? not even close.. a couple cuts and bruises but I'm still here."

his voice mimicked a evil person from a  scary movie... I tried to move but remembered the cutting of the wire. I glimpsed at my wrists but still being cautious of Lopez. the damage was deep but not deathly.

"now... lets play my version of twenty questions... every answer must qualify for my liking.. and every question needs a answer... I'll know if you're lying... so don't you try to sneak your way past me.. because I am done being nice about things Madison... I want answers... and I want them now."

he held the blade to my forearm and grinned.

"where is Justin?"

he questioned and brought his face close to mine.. I could feel his breath hit my skin making me way out of my comfort zone even though I'm already passed it. I gulped petrified and looked back from the blade near my skin and his cut face near my face.

"I.... I don't know."

I stuttered massively but he shook his head.

"now Madison... that answer... I don't like it.."

I stared at him with scarce until a painful slice was brought to my arm. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my screams of pain bouncing off of each wall as it echoed. he tore the blade away from my skin and saw my arm bleed crimson.

"second question.. what did he do with my plans and mapping!?"

"I.... I don't know... I'm not with h-"

I screamed louder as I felt the blade hit my skin again...

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As time passed of extreme pain and tears and screams... and un answerable questions. he tossed the blade across the room and smiled in a proud and cruel way at my arm that he practically mauled then sat in a chair near me and watched me with thought.

"what do you think of it?"

I stared at him blurrily as my tears were in the way. what does he mean? I hesitantly looked at my arm with horror as I read what he in a way carved...

*OBEY AND RESPECT LOPEZ!*

"best game of twenty questions I have ever played..."

he chirped out then busted into a scary fit of laughter as I continued screaming for help.