Revenge (An Anonymous Story)

Chapter 18: Arrested

Hey y'all quick disclaimer this chapter has scenes of police brutality so yeah just thought I'd put a tw

Oh and acab btw❤

4:35 am

I woke up to a painful screaming noise that echoed all across the room.

I immediately lifted my head up trying to tie the pieces together and recognize where I am.

The screaming went on as I started to realize the position I was in..

I was on the floor, laying on my stomach, somewhere I've never seen before.

I turned around and noticed the jail bars, I assumed I was arrested, which isn't new to me, but something was off..

What's the screaming? And why is it completely cramped and empty in here?

It was so small, 2 people couldn't even fit in here, the screaming was slowly fading...what is going on?

I felt a sharp pain in my entire body, like I got in a car crash or something.

Suddenly the screaming stopped, and a few seconds later, a man in a suit walks up and stands infront of my jail cell.

I looked up at him through the bars as he looked down smirking, he slowly unlocked and opened the door.

He kneeled down infront of me like I was a dog, he brought his hand to my face and gently caressed it with the back of his hands.

I looked at his hand, then looked over at him raising an eyebrow as I slapped it off.

He laughed, as he pulled out his wallet, showing me his badge.

"Okay? That doesn't mean you can just touch people?" I said.

He laughed even more "read that, Isabella. Read it"

I read it, it said CIA.

I chuckled "still doesn't mean you can touch people"

He stopped for a moment as his smile faded, "allow me to introduce myself" he said, bringing his hand out.

"Robert Woods, 57, CIA agent. Fun fact about me is that I touch WHOEVER I want, WHENEVER I want." He smiled sarcastically.

I twisted my head a bit, smiling, "Isabella Garcia, 25, Serial killer and psychopath, fun fact about me, I kill ANYBODY who disrespects me. Nice to meet you Rob!" I shaked his hand.

He looked back at the two guards behind him, "we're gonna have a lot of fun with this one" he chuckled.

He looked back at me "tie her up." He said.

The guards pulled me out aggressively  as I tried to pull away, "stop!" I yelled.

The put my arms behind me with the help of Robert, he pulled on a chunk of my hair "stop resisting" he said, with clenched teeth.

They held my arms behind me as they walked me to a room, they threw me in and shut the door behind them, locking it.

Several unconscious bodies were on the floor, with bruises and deep cuts all over them, this HAS to be a dream.

One of the guards came over to me and tugged on my shirt roughly, trying to tear it off.

I kicked him away "stop!" I yelled "you can't do that! You can't torture prisoners in the US!" I stated.

Robert leaned down to me "and you can't be Mexican in the US either, Isabella."

He did NOT just say that, I punched his jaw without thinking.

He turned his head dramatically, he smirked at me as he whispered something to the guards and left.

They headed over to me and one pulled me up aggressively and the other pulled my shirt off.

I tried to pull away as much as I could, my heart was racing, they completely stripped me down and tied me up..

They did indescribable things to me, things that would never even cross my psycho ass mind.

But I still didn't care, I didn't care I was getting hurt, I didn't care that I was being treated worse than a dog,I didn't care that i might be stuck here until my last breath..

All I cared about was Theo, and what happened that night, and what might've happened to him..oh god it hurts me so much to think about..

I don't know why i care, but i do..I've only known him for two weeks or something..AND he treats me like shit, but I really really hope he's okay..

Fuck the other team members, fuck anyone else in that organization, I just want Theo to be okay..

May 2nd, 2020

It's almost been a month since I've been here, I've only eaten a few times, I barely drank water, pretty sure I broke a few bones,or at least sprained them..the pain was unbearable..

Yet the thing that hurt me the most, is the fact that he might be hurt because of me..

I'm the reason this all happened, the guilt was eating me alive everyday..and i NEVER feel guilty..

I heard the door open, tears immediately rolled down my cheeks.

I felt a hand touch my back, I immediately flinched, the person turned me around to lay on my back.

I was tied up, and blindfolded, so i couldn't see who they were..

A pair of hands slid under me onto my back, lifting me up off the ground..

"Please..don't do...a...anything" I mumbled.

The person suddenly carried me, and walked off.

I started whimpering, knowing what's about to happen,my whole body was shaking, wondering what I did wrong..

But I didn't get thrown on the ground this time, they walked down the stairs, I had no idea where they were taking me..

Suddenly, I felt a breeze I haven't felt in a long time, I heard sounds I haven't heard in a long time.

I started to calm down a bit, but i still had no idea what was going on..

The person sat down, as a car door closed, i wasn't sure if I was safe at this point, but if really felt like it..

I was embraced into a warm hug, then they untied my arms from behind me, and took off my blindfold..

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Hey y'all I know this is off topic but look at this picture of my fucking kitten like omg

Idk why its upside down but she really said:😛