Special | Colby Brock

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Satan's POV

I see three shapes in different parts of the basement. I give my eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light coming from the small windows.

I haul Brennan to the corner farthest from the other people in the basement before propping him against a support beam. I grabbed a long metal pipe from near by and tied the little shit to the beam with the pipe.

After taking care of  him I walk over to the person chained to the wall by their wrists. As I get closer I see familiar brown hair flopped across the persons forehead.

"Colby?" I ask cautiously as I reach out and touch his hair. He jumps and jerks away from me as my hand makes contact with his head.

"Colby it's me. Calm down please."

"Ayriona? You need to get out. You are in danger. It's Brennan. He's not who we thought he was. He's crazy!" Colby says quickly as his eyes shoot wildly around the basement looking for Brennan. His eyes stop suddenly when he spots his against the support beam.

"How...how'd that happen?" He asks me as he moves his gaze back to me.

"I realized he was being an asshole to my best friend. Revenge is a fun game to play." I respond as I smile at Colby's dirty face.

"Ok but what is he tied up with?"

"Just a metal pipe that was lying around."

"Bu...metal...WHAT? HOW IN THE HELL?"

"It doesn't matter right now. Let's just get you and the other two out of here."

"...two? It's just me and Courtney down here. Well, besides you and Brennan." Colby asks as he tries to comprehend everything that's going on.

"Well there's one more person. I didn't look to see who it was though." I respond as I start looking around for a key or something to unlock the shackles around his wrists. I notice a bolt cutter on a work bench along the back wall.

I jog over to the bench and grab the bolt cutters and hurry back to Colby where I quickly cut the chains holding his wrists. Once they are cut, Colby slowly lets his arms drop to his sides while trying to hide the fact that he winced.

I quickly made my way over to the cage that was holding Courtney and made quick work of bending the bars and pulling her limp form out and onto the concrete floor. My eyes roamed her face and body checking the extent of her injuries. Her face was cut and bruised as well as more deep blue and purple marks on her arms. I gently laid her down and had Colby stay with her while I picked the bolt cutters back up and walked over to the other form chained to a post.

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Unknown POV

I shift uncomfortably where I am squatting in the trees. Waiting for her to come out of the house. She is mine, and nobody is going to take her from me. Watching her for the last couple of weeks from the shadows. Waiting for the perfect time to get her back. But then, this guy decided that she was no longer mine. And I can't wait to show him just how wrong he is. She WILL be mine very, very soon.