Calzona : FanFiction

Chapter Twenty Eight

Calliope
Three Weeks Later

I look down at my phone, my tears blurring the graphic image.
This one was of Arizona, again.
They were always of Arizona.
She was tied to a chair. Her face was bruised, her wrists visually raw, her arms were slashed.
Her eyes look up at the camera, tears flowing down her cheeks.
I had been getting these texts for the last five weeks she's been missing from an Unknown Caller ID.
The first picture was of her naked, obviously raped and very bruised.
The pictures come every day.
Five, usually.
All different torture devices each new message.
There was a video three weeks ago.

Arizona was tied at the wrists, her hands above her head on a hook. Her feet were off the ground, and she was crying.
She wasn't wearing clothes.
The person behind the camera showed a whip to the camera. Swinging it back, they recorded as they tore up my wife, my best friend, and my girl.
MY ARIZONA.

Now, I was beyond pissed.
I was getting my Arizona back.