Wild flowers; Housekeeper's Bell

Chapter 17

Bell's stomach growled in protest. She had been in this god forsaken place for how long she could not tell. Her head was still spinning and now she was hungry. The men that held her captive was nowhere to be seen or heard and she was beginning to think they had left her to her death. Then the very man that had come to Angelika's aid earlier that  morning brought her some water. He untied her hands and feet, she pleaded to him.

"Please let me go, I will not tell anyone about you guys..." she held the cup of water with shaking hands, "I promise please ..." she sipped. The cool liquid smooth over her sore throat, "I just want to go home to my son." The brute had taken a deaf ear to her pleas and she felt her anger rise from the pits of her stomach, her anger shot to her head in red flames, blinding her as she gripped the cup of water until her knuckles were white. She threw its remaining contents on the man's face and while he was distracted, she ran to the door and grabbed the knob but before she could pull it open. Her abductor, had recovered quickly from her little distraction, grabbing her by the arm and slamming her onto the floor. Bell screamed as she fell to the ground with a force and the world swirled around her as she looked up at her assailant who was now standing over her.

"You're a feisty one. Our bidders would pay lots of cash to get the chance to break you." His accent deep and rough. He smirked wiping his face with his free hand while dragging Bell off the floor to stand before him with the other. He held her wrist like a vice grip behind her back, twisting it until she hissed in pain.

"Although I would love to be the one to break you, I don't tamper with the goods you see." Bell launched forward and his grip tightened.

"My husband will find me." She hissed. Shooting daggers his way while he spun her around with her back to him and he tied her hand together. Bell struggled against the ropes and he laughed, shaking his head.

"Really nice, I like you." She felt him move away from her. Bell turned to face him as he walked out the door and she could still hear his laughter as the door shut. Slumping to the ground in tears she fell asleep on the cold ground, exhausted. Her body and mind were extremely tired and frustrated.

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"Bell! Wake-up! God darn it. Wake-up!"

Dean gently shook Bell by the shoulder. She looked so pale and bruised. There was a large gash at the back of her head. The clad blood knotted in a clump around the wound, his blood was sizzling and all he could think was running back into the next room and beat the shit out of the guys that took her. 'Angelika that bitch' he swore. 'She would rot in jail for all her god darn life when he was finished with her. 'He wanted to kill someone.'

The police had taken the goons that had kidnapped her into custody after they had raided the old warehouse fifteen minutes ago. They had taken Angelika into custody for questioning after they had found a lone finger print that was found to be hers, but she remained unreasonable and refused to divulge were she had Bell captive. They ran a check on her car's GPS system and located the abandoned warehouse near old downtown.

Dean went with them to the suspected warehouse. When they busted in the two men that were sitting next to a table, playing a game of cards pulled guns on the officers and shots were fired. With every fire of a bullet Dean grew anxious. Bell might be in there and she could get caught in the cross fire. It was the unfortunate luck of one of the officer as he was shot in the cross fire. In the end the men were detained, and Dean ran into the warehouse like a mad man calling Bell. He unlocked the door to what looked like an old office and he felt nauseous as the rusted smell of blood and dirt invaded his nostrils.

Bell was on the floor curled up into a little ball. Her hands bound to her back. Dark circles pooled around her eyes. She was as pale as a ghost and his blood ran cold. Running to her side he kneeled and wrapped his arms around her shoulder, untying her. She was breathing. 'Thank god' He exhaled letting out the breath he held from the minute he had seen her on the floor with that deadly bruise on her head. Agent Ferrell stepped into the room and reached over to check Bell's pulse and she sighed with relief as she spoke into the radio. Dean barely heard her speak as he held his wife tightly and tears fell from his eyes. 'How could he have let this happened.'