Hostage

Part 2

I woke up in the morning my neck was killing me, I sat up and looked around my area to find out that I was in a storage house of some kind. I was hoping that this was some sort of awful dream and that I was going to wake up all cuddled up in my bed in my cozy little apartment, but no this wasn’t a dream or nightmare it was reality my reality and it was awful. There was a loud bang that came from the opposite side of the room, my head shot strait up to the sound to find my eyes met the cold grey eyes of a man I didn’t know and he was even scarier than Jim he had jet black hair and a beard that was trimmed nice and clean he was dressed in a nice brown denim jacket with a pair of nice jeans on and a black T-shirt on under his jacket whit a pair of black boots covering his feet, he was intimidating and creepy looking like for the fact he looked extremely familiar, but I just couldn’t place his face and it was killing me to find out who this mystery man is.

“I see you got her.”

“I did.”

He came and walked over to me and grabbed my wrist firmly his grip was tight and it hurt like no other how he kept on squeezing my wrist tighter and tighter “You’re hurting me!”  He smiled wickedly at me then threw me back against the wall I screamed out in pain, the pain it was excruciating it shot up and down my spine.

“What’s wrong with you?!”

“You need to know who the boss is sweetheart.”

A chill went down my back at the way he said sweetheart and with the spine chilling smile he was giving the entire time I could tell he was going to enjoy torturing me for however long I was going to be here… a few hours went by and they were agonizing hours I spent in fear that I was going to get thrown into a wall again or I was going to get hit or something, I was afraid for my life I couldn’t believe how I was being treated and I still couldn’t comprehend why they took me.

“Oh Rylie come here sweetheart.”  I stood up slowly and walked over to the two men who were sitting on the couch bickering back and forth while they sipped on their drinks.

“Here sit.”

“What do you need? Do you need to throw me against another wall?”

“No, no love we have a video we need to make.”

“What do you mean video?”

“Just sit!”

I obligated only because the scary man (who I still haven’t learned the name of) held his bottle up to hit me and I didn’t really feel like bleeding to death tonight. I sat on the floor in front of the two men who had a camera placed in front of them, they put some masks on and switched the camera on, a screen buzzed to life in front of us and I saw the image of a very distraught Sean sitting on his bed running his fingers through his hair repeatedly and chewing on his lip like he always does when he is nervous.

“Hello Sean.”

“What are you doing to her?!” his voice was frantic as he searched the screen for me; I’m realizing that I don’t even show up while they are talking to him.

“Nothing yet, but we will if we don’t start seeing payments coming through from you soon.”

“Your money is coming soon just let me see her…please…”

“As you wish, Rylie come here please.” I started to get up but instead was yanked harshly by my arm and placed on the creepy mans lap

“Rylie…” Sean’s voice sounded so distant so sad I didn’t know how to respond, my mouth was dry he looked like he hasn’t slept all night and he looks sick

“Sean…” we sat there and just stared for a second until I heard a shrill scream come from somewhere then I realized it was coming from me

“RYLIE!!” there was a pain in my side and I couldn’t even respond without screaming again, my vision became blurry all I could see was Sean fading into the background; then the room was black.