Destruction (H.S)

2

I awoke with a throbbing pain in my head. I tried to lift my hands to rub my temples, but soon noticed that they were tied down. Realizing the situation I was in, my mind instantly went back to Anthony.

He could be dead for all you know.

No, I can't think like that. He's smart and he's trained, he's safe. I couldn't say the same about myself though. Looking around, I take notice that we're still in the pharmacy. A thump was heard in the isle next to me, soon Zayn was walking around it to me holding one of the pocket knives I got from The Creek, a sinister smile plastered on his face. The other guy that was with him that I shot in the shoulder, Henry, was behind him holding the AK-107. Zayn walked right in front of me, flicking the 7 inch blade and gliding it over my legs and arms.

"Aw look at you, all tied up and defenseless. What a shame, " He mused, looking over at Henry, "what should we do with her?" He asks his partner. Henry let out a sort of snort, looking at me with evil in his eyes.

"She killed James, do something to make her suffer." He walked over to me, and slapped me across the face. My head lulled to the side, a grunt coming out of my mouth, but the sharp pain did not alter my glare. Turning my head toward the man I let out a low chuckle.

"Do whatever you want, you're just low life bastards who deserve to rot in hell." I spat. I saw the anger fuming around Henry as he lifted the butt of the gun and hit me on my cheekbone. The world started to spin, the hit was hard enough to knock the wind out of me.

"Enough, Henry, go outside and keep watch. I'll make sure she pays." Zayn instructed, eyes never leaving me. An exaggerated sigh left Henry's mouth as he sulked out of the building, leaving me and Zayn alone. His eyes were roaming my whole body, making me feel venerable and uncomfortable. He slowly made his way back to me, his eyes blazing with many different emotions. A low laugh came out of his lips, making the whole situation worse.

"You act so tough, but let's face it, you're just a scared little girl who knows what I can do to you." He spoke, his face increasingly close to mine. Without a second of thought I spat right in his face and muttered, "go to hell you pig."

His fist collided with my cheek, causing blood to flow in my mouth. I spat out the blood on the floor and peered up at him from my hair not saying anything. He smirked, satisfied that I had no words to say, but there were no limit to the amount of words I wanted to say.

"You see, I never would have thought that you two were in the store, if it wasn't for your little brother," Zayn spoke slowly, trying to get under my skin, "He was standing inside at the doors like he was on watch. He's very brave for his age, isn't he? What is he, like twelve, thirteen? Oh its so very sad that he couldn't witness this, if he was here though, I could have tortured him slowly, painfully-"

"Shut the fuck up you low life." I snapped. He laughed a dark laugh, causing a shiver to go down my spine. His suddenly was inches away from my face, his breath washing over it.

"You don't get to talk to me like that." The evil smile was back on his face, as he sliced my leg, the gash now oozing blood. A hiss escaped my mouth as he dragged it across my stomach, then my other leg. The blood pouring out of my body wasn't enough to cause me to bleed out soon, but if I stayed like this I could bleed out in the matter of hours. His fist raised and punched me in the face again, my lip busted and it was sure to leave another bruise. A cry left my mouth as he stabbed the knife into my thigh, leaving it in.

"Oh, the sweet sound of your suffering is music to my ears." He laughed.

His laughter was cut short when there was a bang heard from outside, not the sound of a gun, but of a shopping cart hitting the wall. He looked at me, a stone cold look on his face.