Chapter 19 - Open your eyes.
* Shane's POV *
My heart leapt into my throat. After I called out to Joey, I heard the undeniable sound of a gun being cocked. "D-dad?" I squeaked out on blind impulse. He was the only person I could think of ambitious enough to do something like this. Except.. "Nope... Guess Again." Sawyer.
Something cold and round pressed into my temple; the chilling outline of the gun's barrel washing over me and settling in my soul.
* Joey's POV *
I heard a familiar voice; one that sent chills down my spine. I hated being afraid of Sawyer... I hated him in general.
Sawyer stepped in to view, the light streaking in from a window glinting off an item in his hand. I didn't understand until he held it to Shane's head. That asshole! He was the one who kidnapped us! He brought us here! And now he was planning on killing us? Fat chance, dickweed, my thoughts snarled as I slammed my hands unnecessarily into the door; the slam of it hitting the wall behind it settling over the room pleasantly. Sawyer's head snapped up as he lost his grip on the gun. It slid out of his hand enough to no longer be aimed at Shane. "Well, well. Welcome back to the land of the living, sleeping beauty." Sawyer hooted, a smirk pulling at his lips. His eyes found mine as he turned away from Shane; focusing his sole attention on me. I heard Shane emit a soft sigh of relief as he realized the absence of the gun from his temple. "You a little sore, Princess?" Sawyer asked with a slight pout as my I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "Just because you somehow kidnapped Shane and I, doesn't mean you have to attempt to distract me by bringing up our sex. Why do you care, anyway?" I was royally pissed off without him mentioning Shane and I's virginity losses to each other.
"Not what I meant." Sawyer said with a slight shrug. "But..okaaaay.."
"What the fuck did you do to me?! You're sick!" I howled, charging for him, only to stop in my tracks when he thrusted the gun in my direction. "Watch it. I'd hate to lose my new toy." Sawyer snapped, glancing at Shane. "How do you feel about our little get together?" Sawyer's voice turned sickly saccharine. "Fuck off." Shane spat, not even attempting to turn his head and look at us. If Sawyer had....raped me... What had he done to Shane?
"That's no way to treat your master." Sawyer said, tapping Shane's head lightly with the tip of his gun. Shane barked out a facetious laugh, but otherwise remained silent. It was then that I noticed how tightly bound Shane's wrists and ankles were... that had to hurt like hell. "Untie him, Sawyer." I said; my voice harsh and cold instead of shaky and unstable like I thought it would be. "Hell no. He's how I'm keeping you under control. Can't have you running amuck in my building." Sawyer said with a slight shrug. I hated now smug he sounded. And his building? "Where are we?!" I asked, annoyance openly displayed in my voice. "An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Pretty location, run down building. But it's perfect... If you try to scream, No one will hear you. No one who cares enough to save you at least."
I didn't expect him to honestly answer me, but with each word of his answer, I grew angrier and angrier. Who the actual fuck did he think he was? I probably would've had him in a chokehold right now if it wasn't for his gun. "How the hell did you get us across town? Dress us? Get past the Concierge at our hotel..." I stopped in the middle of my inquisitive rant when realization dawned. I was asking all the wrong questions. "How'd you follow us if you were hurt?! How'd you get better so quickly?! Better yet, Who's helping you?!"
"All in good time, Joey, darling." Sawyer said, abandoning his perch behind Shane to lean against the wall; twiddling his gun between his fingers. My anger flared again. "Stop it with the fucking nicknames. Answer my damn questions, I'm tired of this. What do you want with Shane and I, any-damn-way?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice from showing my building rage. If he thought I was of any threat, I knew he wouldn't hesitate to shoot me.
"Tsk, tsk. I hate to tie you up too, Especially after the fun we had last night, but if you're gonna misbehave.." Sawyer trailed off, sweeping up his eyebrows suggestively. I hated him.... so much to where I don't mind getting shot if I get to strangle him.
I didn't second think my plan as I charged for him once again, only stopping when a gunshot filled the sudden silence in the room and vibrated throughout my ears. "That was only a warning." Sawyer growled as I suddenly felt strong hands pulling me down. I felt so weak... For a second, I thought I'd been shot. But Sawyer's only current target had been the ceiling, yet even so, Sawyer was stronger than me. "Glad to see your learning to cooperate." He muttered in my ear as something cold bound my wrists together. I can tell you from personal experience, that this wasn't a pleasant feeling. (A/N: Yes, I meant to be sarcastic there >"< )
"J-Joey.." I'd do anything for the owner of that voice.. I'd die for him. "Joey, are you okay?" Shane asked, and I felt bile rise in my throat. Of course I was fine... What did he mean? The only thing I wasn't fine about was the fact that we were trapped by someone who hated us.
"Joey, you're... You're really pale.. Being tied to a chair isn't that bad..." Had Sawyer already retrieved a chair, there wasn't any in this room from my observation, and chained me to it? Already?
"Aw.. He's worried about you, darling." I heard Sawyer coo from somewhere behind me. I didn't have the strength to lift my head and see what he was doing... Or if he was leaving. Maybe he was leaving us to rot. I just didn't care. I just felt so weak. I took a deep breath, trying to fill my empty lungs and bring some life back into me. I let that breath out through my nose.
And then I opened my eyes.
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