HandCuffs

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

Restrained

As the light hits my eyes, pain shoots through my head like a lightning bolt.

What's going on?

Oh yeah.. I got thrown into a tiny locked room last night.

Handcuffs restraining my arms behind my back, and my ankles together.

Jimmy found the wire and beat ten shades of shit out of me, calling me every name under the sun; asking who I worked for and what I was after.

He was really panicked now.

My life is a small sacrifice for Beau's freedom.

I just didn't think it'd be this soon.

The light from the small box window fills the room, and I take a look around; last night it was so dark, I was incapable of seeing anything.

One small 2 metre by 2 metre room, tiled floors and walls, a blood splattered ceiling and a single light fixture in the centre of the room above me, but no bulb.

No curtains on the solitary window and no furniture or items of any kind.

Just me.

I didn't tell Jimmy who I was working for or what I wanted.. He still thinks my name is Sienna.

Before he kills me, I'm gonna spit in his face and tell him my real name.

That'll be all he knows.

It'll drive him insane.

"Beau.." I sob, and break down, laying my cheek onto the cold tiled floor.

My life is coming to an end.. At least I sorted out my will I guess..

My extensive fortune will go to my parents, apart from a £50k sum to the Breast Cancer Foundation which is a charity dear to my heart; my nan, my best friend and closest relative passed away last year from stage 3 breast cancer and I vowed I would help financially in some way to eradicate the disease.

The steel door to the room opens with a bang, cracking a tile which flings off and stabs into the calf of my left leg; I gasp out loud, and look down to see the shard sticking out of the muscle, blood seeping from the wound.

Now that hurt!

"Oh diddums." Jimmy sneers; this is the side of him Beau never wanted me to see.

Or Mr Stalk.

Or Ryan.

I look up through my weary swollen eyes, to see Jimmy standing over me with a knife; a sharp, glistening steel weapon which I know will cause me a lot if pain.

Will he grant me an easy and quick death or a treturously slow and painful end?

Jimmy kneels down beside me, and in a moment of pure hate, he grips the shard of tile in my leg and pushes it, slicing right through the skin and muscle to the bone all along my leg up to the back of my thigh.

Oh I forgot that bit of information; I'm naked.

Jimmy didn't want to risk me having any cameras or wires stored in my clothing.

Anyway, as I was saying, the pain of the torture Jimmy is inflicting on me is excruciating!

I scream wildly with each passing second of the violence, tears streaming and sweat pouring from my body.

Wracking shakes seize my body and I sob loudly.

"You know what you have to do Sienna. Tell me who you're working for." Jimmy purrs in my ear.