Fighting For Love

Chapter 30 Part 2

Niamha opened her eyes and saw nothing but darkness. She tried to move her hands to reach for a light but her hands were tied to something .She wanted to call out, she didn't because she was afraid. The last thing Niamha remembered was standing in front the mirror in her future home and then she was fighting off the person who brought her here. She had fought but obviously not well enough. Her eyes were now adjusting to the darkness and Niamha could make out the outlines of certain objects in the room. There was a bed to her right, but she was so far away and tied to a pole on the far left side of the room that she doubted she would ever get to sleep in it. She moved her head slowly to the darkest corner of the room and saw a bucket riddled with feces. She almost brought up what was sitting on her stomach, and considering it wasn’t much she knew it would be painful. She jumped when a voice said from the darkness.

"Niamha, Niamha baby...I see you’re awake now. Don't scream as it is useless, no one can hear you." He said with a chuckle. He moved closer but did not touch her; he watched her knowing she was scared.

Niamha looked in the direction of the movement, she had heard. She noticed that there was a weak light sitting in the corner of the cell; she was currently sitting in, by the door. She felt no fear in her only the vile taste of anger rising in her throat as she watched the familiar voice walk over to the light with a folding chair in his hands. He placed the chair down on the floor and sat down; he looked over at Niamha still sprawled out across the floor naked and felt himself grow with an intended anticipation. Niamha saw his eyes darken as they roamed her body. She looked down and realized that she was still naked. She moved to shit herself in another position but a sharp pain attacked the back of her head and she let out a whimper in pain. She looked back over at him and noticed he was watching her with an amused expression.

“Can I get some clothes please?” Niamha managed to growl out never taking her hate filled eyes off him.

His smile darkened, the lust in his eyes became ever more present as did the tent in his pants before he responded to her.

“Where would the fun be in that little one?”

A fire was ablaze in her as she realized what his intentions were. She felt herself shaking from all the anger that was coursing through her veins, she didn’t realized that she was cry until he got up from his chair and squatted down in front of her. He took her face in his hands and whipped the tears from her eyes. Niamha felt the saliva build in the back of her throat boil over before she chucked it right in his eye. She held a self-satisfied smile as he touched his eye and then looked down at her with a killer stare, all hints of lust disappeared as he raised his hand to her and brought it back down across her cheek striking her hard enough to bang her already throbbing head against the concert wall behind her and snapping her neck to the side. She closed her eyes and remained as still as possible hoping he wouldn’t strike her again, but that wasn’t good enough for him as he brought his hand around her neck and grasped raising her off the floor by her throat. She thought to struggle but she remembered what happened last time she struggled against his hold; she just closed her eyes tightly and prayed that he either ended her life soon or left her alone.

“Look. At. Me.” He ground out in a bone chilling tone.

Niamha squeezed her eyes even tighter and that resulted in a smack across her face.

“Look. At. Me.” He repeated in an even more killer tone that it sent the first ounce of fear she’s ever had thru her body all the way down to her toes. She peeled her eyes open and looked back into his cold and calculating hazel-grey eyes. He opened his mouth to speak and it came out deep and terrifying.

“Play nice -” he paused and ran a rough hand down her cheek towards her breast and grasped one in his hand squeezing it and flicking his cracked thumb across the sensitive bud. Niamha fought the urge to thrash out against him and send a mind blinding kick right to where the sun don’t shine, as he continued his assault on her breast. He removed his hands a grasped her face tugging it back towards his and starred her in the eyes as he spoke his next words, “- and I may let you live.”

He dropped Niamha to the ground and she slide down the pole that she was attached to. She let out the breath she had been holding in and turned her head slightly to watch him walk out of the cell and lock it on his way out. Niamha felt a lone tear slide down her cheek as she curled into herself and lay there in the darkness thinking she wouldn’t see tomorrow.

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Landon looked around the living room that housed everyone he was in association with. He looked over everyone as they loaded up all the weapons supplied by Niamha’s brother – Tate. Little to anyone’s knowledge Tate used to be a major arms dealer out of Atlanta and moved his business to New Orleans when he was 16 to expand his franchise. He’s gone clean and handed his business over to a trusted friend, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t step back into that life when he needed to handle business. As if Tate knew Landon was thinking about him he looked up and made eye contact with Landon and started walking over towards him. He stood beside him and stuck his hands in his pocket. Landon took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry -” he started before Tate cut him off.

“It’s not your fault and I know you love my sister,” Tate put his eyes on Landon before continuing, “- and we will get her back.”

Landon nodded his head and watched as Tate walked back over to the group he was helping. He had hooked them all up with special equipped weapons, so equipped that is Landon tried to explain them he would confuse himself. He moved back towards the office and sat down in the big chair behind the desk. He laid his head in his hands, and then ran his hands down his face. He let out a deep sigh and sat back thinking of all the possible places that he could have taken her? How could he have possibly gotten her? He knew he should have killed him when he had the chance. He felt the rise of anger in him as he tore from the chair that he was sitting in and began to pace a whole into the carpet. He was deep in thought and was startled when the phone rang. His head snapped up and he stalked over to the phone and snatched it off the receiver. He placed the phone to his ear. A grim voice came over the line and he felt as though all the marrow in his bones escaped him as they spoke the deadliest words no man ever wanted to here.

“You’re running out of time…”