I'll Never Let You Down ~ Andley

Chapter 8

In the room there wasn’t really anything but the charred concrete walls and floors and a simple plastic table, obviously placed there by them. On the back wall there is a wooden board slightly covering the whole in the wall from where a window quiet obviously was.

One of the kidnappers forcefully shoves me to the floor and I land smack on my face… Great. I feel a sharp throbbing pain in my nose and feel, what is probably, blood drip down from it. However I know from my previous break that it is not broken; thank goodness.

I have no time to think about it though because one of the men yank my arm and flip me over. Suddenly I feel his hands in my pockets… shit I bet he’s searching for my phone! I am proved correct when he stops his search and digs out the small rectangle.

“God damnit, it’s locked” The grey eyed man mummers, I’m going to try and keep them apart, in a very heavy London drawl. He starts talking to the other one just quiet enough so I can’t hear.

The other man starts walking towards me and I whimper away, suddenly he grabs my short hair, pulling it back he rips off the gag forcing a large kitchen knife to my throat he yells in a gruff voice, “what’s the code?” he too has the same London accent.

Goodness sakes could have just asked, “2091” I tried to keep my voice strong but it wavered a little, and yeah I know it my house number… I’m forgetful ok?

The only thing heard in the small room was my staggered breathing and the gentle clicks of the code being typed in, echoing around the room. The pressure of the knife on my neck getting tighter with every click. I sigh a breath of relief as the phone unlocks and the knife gets taken away.

Although apparently this angered the man as he suddenly whipped around, pushing me to the ground and cutting off the already ripped up shirt. He slowly put the tip of his knife just below my left collar bone and slowly cut right the way along my chest.

My yells of pain were muffled as he shoved the gag back in my mouth leaving me squirm and riel on the floor, “serves you right for relaxing in our presence!” he spits at me.

The grey eyed man draws my attention as the calling dial on my phone starts, it stops and a very worried voice sounds, “Andy, baby, where are you? I was so worried, you don’t even know, do you know you left your lighter and smokes outside?” oh god Ashley!

I try to yell out his name but only muffled yells escape. “Shut up!” grey eyes roars. I whimper at the shear harshness of his voice. “No Ashley,” he sneers, “this isn’t your precious Andy!”

“What! Who the hell are you?” I could tell he was trying not to panic or get angry. I could also tell that from the echo and the clicks of another phone that he has put it on speakerphone and it is on record.

“The people who are going to kill Andy. We have many reasons; one being the shit music you sing. Two for being a faggot. Three to do the world a favour. And many more. We won’t it quickly though, no we want to make you suffer! You will receive picture messages each week. Each one worse than the next until we finally kill him.”

“Bastards!” I hear Jinxx yell down the phone and the muffled sobs of Ashley.

The gag once again is taken off, giving me a chance to scream my love for Ashley just before the guy with the knife kicks me straight in my already sore, already bruised ribs causing me to once again yell out in pain.

The call is clicked shut at the sound of Jinxx yelling more profanities at them. “Now then, how shall we make you pay for the clear rudeness of your friend?”

I scoot up against the back wall as they slowly advance towards me. Their towering frames blocking out the light as they loom over me; evil grins on their faces knowing how scared I am.

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They slam and lock the door behind them leaving me cowering in the corner my breathing shaky and uneven. Gasping in pain every so often. The wound on my chest has stopped bleeding but has been greeted with multiple deep purple and blue bruises. The bruises continue down my torn apart back and all over my ribs.

I wish I never when out to smoke. I don’t want to know how much worse than this it’s going to get.

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Hi, so yeah, long time no update right? I'm really sorry about that it's just life has been too much recently and I have no one to talk to, I really don't think I can handle it much longer to be honest. Anyways here's the update sorry for the length and thanks again for all the votes and comments they really do mean a lot.