Hiding off the Grid

Chapter Thirty Nine

It has been two days... Two days of torture and drugs. I have long given up and accept the pain that flows continuously through my body. 

"Arizona, you need to see this." The man who kidnapped me said as he walked over to me with something in his hands. I didn't react, I just sat in the chair tied down staring at the door. I have stopped talking, finding nothing interesting anymore. I've been broken beyond fixing. 

The man in the black mask showed me a picture and as I looked down I saw that is was Jaxton crying at the conference table in the FBI headquarters with Damien, Haley, and Charles surrounding him all looking defeated.

I looked back up at the man and then looked back at the door. He's been trying to break me down even more but there was nothing left to break. The man just smiled and placed the picture back on the table to my left. Deep down I knew he wouldn't hurt them, especially if he kills me first because all he wants is to see me suffer.

"None of them have gotten any sleep since you've been gone." The man said with a smile as I continued to stare ahead. I have realized a long time ago that this guy has been working at the FBI right in front of our eyes. But I didn't care, I'm basically dead.

Just then the man punched me and I felt blood drip down my face to my lips, I still continued to stare ahead at the door in front of me. 

Right after I was punched I heard footsteps above me. My eyes moved from the door upwards, I haven't heard anyone else around us the whole time I've been here. The man in front of me heard the footsteps too because he spoke up and said, "This is isn't over."

It's like he was waiting for this because he smiled at me grabbed a bag on the table to my left and walked behind me. I heard some clicking and objects moving, then silence. I didn't hear anything behind me anymore, I only heard the footsteps above me.

I was sitting listening to the footsteps above me for about ten minutes before the door in front of me slammed open and a couple FBI agents stormed in with their guns sweeping the room. I noticed that it was just Damien and Charles, but I just continued to stare ahead.

"She's in here!" Charles yelled behind him as Damien came towards me, trying to look in my eyes but I just stared right through him. I didn't even care I was only in my bra, but Damien seemed to notice that quick.

"We need a medic!" Damien yelled as well as he untied the ropes around my wrists and ankles. "Are you okay?" He asked but I zoned out and it's as if I'm still with the man who tortured me. It felt that if I talked I would be punished for it.

I then turned around and looked at what's behind me. It was a bookcase with some books, weapons, and bottles of drugs. Damien saw me looking at the bookcase and walked over to it. He seemed to notice some scratch marks on the floor and pushed the bookcase out of the way to reveal a small door. He opened it and it lead to a tunnel, that's how he escaped. 

"We need men down there." Damien said and Charles yelled something out the door and in came two FBI agents who went into the tunnel with Charles. 

"Okay let's get you out of here Arizona." Damien said as he picked me in his hands, but I instantly felt pain radiating down my back so I squirmed out of his hold and landed on the floor on my hands and knees. 

As I fell on the floor Damien must have caught sight of the whip marks on my back and he took in a deep breath. "I'm going to fucking kill that bastard." Damien cursed under his breath as he yelled again, "WE NEED MEDICS DOWN HERE!"

He sat down next to me and was about to talk to me when the medics ran into the room. They checked my pulse and then strapped me down to a stretcher. Feeling dizzy with everyone rushing around me in the room, I passed out. I was beyond overwhelmed.