Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 22 - Eyes that scream murder

I wake up to a pain spreading across my face. The type that stings. I groan as my heavy eyes force themselves to open. Just as I open them, I get yanked out of the vehicle and forced to stand on my own two feet. I use my free hand to wipe away the sleep from my eyes to get a better view of the world in front of me.

It takes me too long to realise where exactly it is that I am, why exactly I am here and what exactly led up to this point. My heart shatters into a million pieces as I stare directly at the entrance of the warehouse. The memories rush back and reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm back at my very own personal hell and I have a feeling that this nightmare will never end.

We watch so many movies and read so many novels about teenagers getting kidnapped, families being held hostage, banks being robbed, terrorists attacking innocent civilians and so on. Yet we never, not even for a split second, think that one day we'll be the ones caught up in one of those situations. We never picture our lives facing such a drastic fate, yet here I am and in my position could be hundreds more.

Wait, who the hell smacked me?

I turn my head to face my abuser and know beforehand that it can only be Steven. Since arriving here, he has been the only one with the daring audacity to lay a finger on me. But boy was I wrong. I turn my head only to face a nasty scowl of a beast. A face that holds so much anger, if he were to speak right now, flames would exit and I'd be burnt to a crisp.

I look directly into Marcus's eyes for a split second before darting my eyes to the ground. "No. Don't look away. Look at me while I tell you the following oh so very clearly..." he speaks up, but I refuse to look into his dangerous eyes that scream murder. "I said look at me!" And with that he grabs at both of my arms, rotating me directly in front of him and all but presses my body up against his.

I try to pull away, but his hold on me is too strong. He keeps me firmly pressed against his chest and I squirm ever so uncomfortably. "You thought you could escape huh? You thought you'd get away that easily? Well, you were damn wrong! No one ever escapes. No one ever goes back home. No one ever sees their families again and I'll be damned to allow you to be the first." Hearing the word family rolling off of his vaporous tongue, my eyes promptly shoot up into his.

"If you thought you were special think again. The life you once knew is gone now. Stop holding onto it," he says as his fingers wrap tighter around my bruised arms and he subconsciously nears me, his neutral breath hitting my face.

"I will NEVER stop holding onto it. It's my life, and I won't let you take it away from me! You will NEVER make me forget or let go about my family or friends. I will fight each and everyday until I get back to them!" I yell in his face, thinking he would move back. Instead he stays in the exact same position the entire time. The only thing that changed is his nails now digging into my skin.

At this point in time, I couldn't care less that he's their leader, or that he literally scares the shit out of me. I don't care that his authoritative position could crush me at any given time. I'm livid and fed up and have to speak my mind.

"So this is the unruly act Steven was telling me about," he states calmly while slowly moving his face away from mine. "Seems this flame really didn't get enough water to put it out." My eyes widen as I realize that he's talking about my near death experience. 

"Guess we'll have to fix your behavior sooner than later. I can't afford you screwing up any further." He turns and drags me off into the building, leaving the passenger door wide open.

Even though I know that there's no possible way of getting out of his grasp, I still try to put up a fight using every attack skill I know. From pushing and pulling to kicking and punching, even trying to bite him just to get away. But just like ever bag of rocks in this place, he's too damn strong and not once does he loosen his grip on me.