His Vengeance

Chapter 6

Nicole

I jolted awake as a sharp impact struck my left cheek, snapping my head to the side.

"Wake up, bitch!" The grating voice echoed through the room, causing my ears to throb painfully.

The blindfold was ripped away, and a blinding light from above assaulted my vision, making me groan in discomfort.

"Did you have a peaceful slumber, princess?" she taunted, clapping her hands together mockingly.

I noticed another person in the room, a man with an intimidating expression and a gun holstered on his left side.

"I have a question for you. Give me the truth I need, or things will get ugly," she threatened. I scoffed, determined not to give in.

"Your efforts are pointless. I won't tell you a thing!" I yelled defiantly. She laughed, casting a glance at the man standing behind her.

"Oh, how feisty you've become. Let's see how long that lasts," she sneered, delivering a forceful blow to my face that made me bite my tongue.

"Tell me where your father is hiding!" she demanded. I shook my head, trying to regain my focus despite the stars dancing in my vision. I slumped back in the chair, feeling the ache in my body from the uncomfortable position.

"You punch like a bitch. Funny, because that's exactly what you are," I retorted. Her hand swung back, striking my face once more.

"Wrong answer! Now, tell me, or I'll turn your face into a bloody mess," she threatened. I couldn't help but chuckle.

She would need to do much more than this to make me talk. I had faced worse during my high school days, dealing with mean girls.

"And you slap like a desperate whore. How pathetic can you get?" Her face contorted into an ugly scowl as she forcefully grabbed my hair, slamming my head against her knee.

Pain surged through my body, and my head grew lightheaded. I tasted blood in my mouth as it trickled down my chin.

Stay strong, Nicole. You're stronger than this. Don't give in!

"We can keep going all day, Nicole, but it will only end when you tell me where your father is hiding," she paced in front of me, her voice filled with frustration.

"I don't know," I mumbled, looking away. She stood still, placing her hand on her hip.

"Don't give me that pathetic lie. You came to Chicago to find him after four years, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, glancing at her defiantly.

"I'm not telling you anything, you bitch." She let out an exasperated sigh, crossing her arms.

"Do you even know why you're here? Did your father prepare you for us? If not, well, too bad. You won't leave here alive, sweetie," she taunted. I frowned.

"Then tell me why I'm here and who you two are working for," I demanded. She mockingly placed her hand over her chest.

"Oh my gosh, where are my manners? I'm Sienna, darling. Sorry for the late introduction," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Nice to know, slutty Sienna. Now tell me the truth about why I'm here and who you two are working for," I retorted. She glared at me.

"Do you truly not know, or are you just playing dumb?" she asked with feigned concern.

"Casting insults won't change the fact that you're the only idiot in this room," I replied, catching the guy behind her stifling a laugh.

"You're in no position to ask questions right now. Now tell us where your father is!" she yelled.

"I don't know!" I shouted back. She punched me once again.

"Wrong answer!" My jaw throbbed in unbearable pain.

"Talk, you bitch!" I clenched my mouth shut, determined not to give her the satisfaction. In response, she continued slapping and punching me, turning my face into an unrecognizable mess.

"Still won't talk?" she asked, gripping my hair and pulling it back.

"Go fuck yourself, slut!" I spat in her face.

"Well, you asked for it," she snapped, throwing my head back harshly. She walked over to the nearby table, retrieving something that gleamed in the light. It was a small scalpel, not a knife as I had initially thought.

How had I missed it before? I should have been more aware of my surroundings.

"One last question: Where. Is. Your. Father. Hiding?" she asked, pressing the scalpel against my face. I stifled a scream of pain, groaning instead as she dragged the blade down my cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

"That sound was music to my ears. Let's see if we can make you scream even louder. I'm loving it!" Just as she was about to continue cutting my face, the guy cleared his throat loudly, catching Sienna's attention.

"What now?" she snapped, turning to face me and loosening her grip on my hair.

"The boss wants to see you in his study immediately. We should end it here for now," he informed her. She sighed, casting one final glance at me before walking out of the room. Thankfully, she didn't blindfold me again this time.

A painful groan escaped my lips as I squirmed in my seat. I felt like I was on the verge of death, but a voice inside my head urged me to stay strong and not give in. I would never let them find my father, the only family I had left, without knowing why they wanted him.

I can endure this. I just need to bear this twisted treatment for a few more days, unsure of when they would release me.

But if they didn't and I ended up dying here, it would be worth it as long as I kept myself together and protected my father.

A solitary tear slid down my cheek, followed by a suppressed sob.

Not now, Nicole. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

I sniffed back my tears, shaking my head.

I won't give in.