Taken

✦ Chapter Four ✦

"I'm Violet"

In all of a sudden the big, bolted door trapping us in the unclean shit-hole swiftly opened, sounding an ear-bleeding screech of rusted metal against metal throughout the room. Both Will and myself's attention darted towards the door in anticipation to what or whom would await.

The large shithead from earlier strode in sloppily, smirk adorning his hideously shapeless features causing Will to immediately stand up. The aggressor had very thin lips, the top one permanently tilted up at the left corner giving him a Disney villian-esque look to him. His eyes were dark, purple-blue rings looped beneath from what I can only assume were from drug or alcohol abuse. His hair was non-exsistant on his head but uneven dark stubble was scattered along his jaw, chin(s) and side-burns.

"Girlie, you're coming with me" his rusty voice was low, and I felt a condecending essence to his words. He obviously was enjoying his little self-proclaimed sense of superiority. Jackass.

I shook my head vigorously. "I'm not going anywhere with you" I spoke as confidently as I could. Who knows where he would take me now. I've only been here for about ten minutes and somehow I didn't want to leave my new-found accomplice, Will. He was at least someone I felt I could some-what trust, after all we were both stuck in the same situation.

I looked over to him. I was almost amused at the expression of disgust that was plastered on his face. His blue eyes were alert and his fists were clenched tightly by his sides as he stood.

The creep laughed a low laugh before striding over to me, causing Will to speedily stand in front of where I was sitting. It was almost as if he was acting like a wall, one which would shield me from whatever danger would await on the other side.

"She just got here and she's tired, Bob" Will spoke firmly, his iced eyes drilling into Bob's shapeless dark blobs.

Bob ignored Will before chuckling a loud chuckle before punching Will full force in his gut. I gasped in horror as Will immediately bent over a loud wince releasing from his mouth. I'd never seen such violence like this before and I couldn't blame Will for his reaction. Bob was obviously a big guy. A man like him could make a rhino topple over.

Before I could process Bob's greasy hand grabbing my wrist firmly in his abnormally large animal grasp, Will grabbed an empty bottle from the small wooden table from beside "my" bed and clashed it down with an almighty force on Bob's streamlined bald head.

The sound of glass shattering sounded around the room but Bob didn't move a muscle at the contact to his naked dome, instead he yanked Will by the collar and lifted him up off the floor. It was like watching something from a kid movie where the big bad bully would be lifting the defenseless nerd up in the air, little feet dangling wanted to touch the earth again. My terrified eyes were fixed on the struggle until it finally snapped with me that I could use my free hand to attack Bob's face.

In one swift motion I swiped my hand up towards Bob's cheek leaving a tiger-stripe of a red mark which earned me a yelp from the aggressor. He immediately dropped Will to the floor, with force of course, before releasing my wrist only to grap a tight hold of my hair. I yelped in frustration as he pulled me towards the door.

It felt painful, obviously, but as I was dragged out of the cell I looked back at a tired, pretty defeated Will, who was crouched on the floor, a sympathetic look on his face. I gave him my best attempt at a smile before the steel door was shut abruptly, obstructing my view.

I was being dragged through the derelict hallways and I had a Deja Vu feeling, only this time it felt reversed - I was leaving the cell rather than entering it.

After what seemed like miles of walking through empty areas, climbing spiral staircases and tunnelling through dim-lit hallways, the aggressor seemed to come to a halt.

We were outside a rather large mahogany door with a elegantly decorated brassy handle. Bob licked his hand, causing my face to swell up in disgust as he slimed his moist hand over his bald head. He tucked in his loose shirt and took a breath, even he seemed afraid or nervous of what would await on the other side of the door.

He then knocked the door with what I could only assume was a specialised coded knock. It reminded me of a beat from a song but I couldn't trace which. The door then opened to reveal the skinny man who I first encountered on the night of my kidnapping. The only difference was he didn't seem as confident now, even he seemed frightened, similar to Bob.

Behind the skinny man, there was a fancy desk with tropical flowers dotted around the room. The room was of moderate size and was well lit despite the lack of windows. Expensive paintings decorated the walls and plush carpet was settled on the floor. Large over-the-top gold figures were placed all around the rooms corners and on almost every surface available there was some kind of detailing. It looked riduclously fancy and made me want to throw up just looking at it. I was always a simplistic kind of girl.

The desk however was the most eye-catching thing in the room, despite bulky men being dotted throughout the room. Behind the desk sat a tan man wearing a clean-cut, expensive to say the least, white suit, matched with a charcoal tie. He payed no attention what-so-ever to me, he just continued writing whatever important crap he was writing before he spoke in an exotic accent.

"Bring her in you idiots, don't just stand there"

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Author's note:

I'm so sorry I haven't been updating recently but I had exams all week long but now they are finished so that means more updates yay

Ily

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