Adopted to Daddies 2 (Book 2...slow updates)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Sophia's POV (Above, possible mess up with appearance, but meh.)

    My voice wouldn't work, and I felt water drip down my face. Blood seeped from the cuts across my once delicate skin. My wrists burned from the grip of the rope, and the screams from around me made my head ache, and my body tense. I so badly wanted to just give up and give in...

    The exhaustion from having tried to run from these people, and constantly fighting against them was starting to take its toll. My eyelids were half open, and I was lazily looking around, not that anything changed from yesterday, or the day before...or the one before that....and before that...

    A loud screech was heard and I knew it came from the cell door meaning they were back. I don't know if I can handle another time...another beating...this was nothing I've endured before. A hand gripped my face making me jerk from the touch only to have the grip tighten slightly..this touch was different. It was gentle, and kind. Not harsh and callous. This made me look and was beyond shocked to see some man standing there...

    "Hey Little One. We're getting you out of here okay..." He whispered and I looked side to side and saw two other men standing ready with weapons. They seemed to be military. I looked down at his larger hands making work of the rope around my ankles, then my wrists. I rubbed the tender, and open skin around where the ropes had been tied with my small hands. "We were sent by good people okay Little One...You can trust us. We're with the FBI.." He said softly making me nod softly, anything to get out of this disgusting place.

    I went to stand, but he didn't allow me to. Instead he picked me up and I winced at the pain from my back. They whipped me several times for not knowing the answer to some question they repeated, it was, "Who is Angelo Vincelli looking for and hiding?" . I repeated I didn't know who Angelo was, but they didn't believe me.

    I was carried very gently, but swift through the small corridor, and heard the groans of pain from others locked in cells. I also heard cries and pleas for help. I was in and out of consciousness, and heard muffled bangs, and soon the difference in light was making me bury my face in this man's chest/neck area. He was panting, and I heard his heart hammer against his chest, but when I was being set down I looked and saw blood seeping through his shirt making me climb to help him only to be brought back. I turned and saw some other man, he had me held tight and in some helicopter thing on the top of the massive building.

    I saw a group of 3 men shooting what looked to be guns, and the man who saved me was getting on the helicopter when I felt blood spatter all over me making me cringe. His body was dragged on as the helicopter took off with the men who jumped on last minute.