DAMIEN: Book 2 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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Fucking mother fuckers on a fucking flying UFO. I'm going to murder all these son's of bitches.

Someone's knee touches mine as the van jostles and I almost scratch out their eyes; I've only done that ten other times, each time they simply restrained me before threatening to murder Owen. If it wasn't for Owen, I'd put up much more of a struggle- gosh, I hate getting kidnapped. It's so frustrating, especially since you have someone's life in the palm of your hands. Way to go Gufo, setting me up to fail here. Forcing me to sit here like an obedient little puppy, waiting patiently for its owner to appear- gosh, I hate getting kidnapped!

The van continues driving for a further ten minutes, although I could be wrong since I can't see a clock; once it stops, one of the idiots who are sat next to me and kept banging into my knee takes me by the elbow and drags me blindly out of the van.

"Woah! If you're going to manhandle me, at least take me on a date first," I grumble jokingly, trying to dampen the shakiness of my voice. My hand is nestled on my collar bone, the prominent throbbing makes me feel nauseous as my feet are practically dragged by this impatient man. I grumble curses in German.

What feels like forever, he eventually pulls me to a stop and takes off my blindfold. I blink rapidly at the sudden invasion of sunlight, wincing as my eyes begin to ache just like the rest of me. It's bizarre to think that I was just in a car accident, especially since now I'm getting dragged around and have successfully been kidnapped.

"Walk down here," the cold eyed man indicates the open  door that has a dank, dark stairwell that screams 'DON'T COME DOWN HERE'. Noticing my hesitation, he huffs and nudges me forward, out of the carpeted hallway and onto the first step that groans in protest. I glance over my shoulder to see him blocking the exit and frown, realising my fate.

Heart beating rapidly, I take another step, then another and another before I'm in the basement that is pitch black. My blood runs cold as a chill like fingers run down my spine; I hear movement from deeper inside the room and my throat thickens. The man upstairs laughs and shuts the door on me, I hear it lock.

"H-hello?" Yes, call out to the unknown entity in this dark, creepy room so they can locate you and kill you. Congratu-fucking-lations Chloe. You've just signed your death warrant.

More shuffling and the occasional sound of clanging metal before a response, "Please don't hurt me." It sounds like a young girl, the voice innocent and broken, the vowels cracking like fragile glass under slight pressure.

"My name's Chloe, what's your name?" I ask the darkness, my muscles relaxing slightly as I realise the person's not going to hurt me- but what if there are more people?

She doesn't respond for a while, "Zoe."

"Hey, we rhyme," I try to add happiness to my voice. "Zoe and Chloe."

The sound of more movement of chains fills the silence, before a small silhouette materialises two metres from me; cowering, frightened. My eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, I can make out her long tangled hair, thin frame and the chunky chains locked onto her wrists like permanent weights to her dainty wrists. She's short, shorter than my average height coming near my belly button.

"It does sound like a rhyme."

"See? We're friends already," it's hard to make out, but I'm pretty sure I see her face turn into a smile. I sit down on the floor and indicate for her to do the same, wanting her to feel comfortable and not hurt her wrists further. She does sit down and I can tell she's relieved.