The Taming of Isis

Prelude

Her heart is beating fast as this unseen hand seem to crush her inner core. She embraced her knees, as cryptic fear filled her heart.

Oh please, don't let them find us. She silently prayed as she peered through the poorly lit room.

She then heard footsteps approaching from behind where she tried to squeeze her body as tight and as small as she could, hoping that they won't be able to find her.

"For fucks sake man, where did they go? They can't go that far. I think that guy was alone when he was running!" I heard one of them say.

"Calm the fuck down! I know that you imbecile. It's just a matter of time and we'll soon find them. Viktor is already chasing down the guy." the second voice said with obvious certainty.

She heard their footsteps nearer and nearer until she heard nothing. She tried hard to make out any noise from the ear shattering silence that suddenly fell on the room. Tried harder by squinting on the darkness to see if any of the perpetuators are still inside the same room where she was hiding.

Her mind was racing, what if they were able to catch up with him and they already have him? He's not such a great runner after all. This would be all her fault. She can't help but put little blame on him too. If only he listened to her and just got away, he wouldn't have been involved in the mess that she created for herself.

Seconds passed and there was utter silence and endless darkness. She was unconsciously holding her breath. And after five minutes of hearing and staring at nothingness, she decided to let out a relieved sigh.

Damn! That was close! They almost...

"Aaaaahhh!!!" she let out a shriek as a hand grasp a handful of her hair yanking her to stand.

"There you are! Peek-a-boo!" he said before releasing a skull numbing slap across her face as she was thrown on the other side of the room with the strong impact of his hands.

"You bitch! You thought your boyfriend was smart enough to leave you here?" he let out a sarcastic laughter.

"Leave him alone you prick! He's not involved to any of this!" she recoiled touching her burning cheek with her voice filled with anger.

"Why you little bitch! You have the guts to call us names?!" he grabbed another handful of her hair and willed her to kneel.

"It's too late for that I guess, since Viktor is already after him." he said as he caressed her other cheek.

"Don't touch me you asshole!" she shouted and then spat saliva on his face.

"What the hell? You whore!" he glowered and sent his strong fist flying directly at her face. The impact was so strong her head hit the ground releasing an awful sound that resonated through the room. Her head hurt like hell and she suddenly felt dizzy.

"The fuck Damien! What the hell did you just do?" she can almost hear them as her mind was being clouded up by the pain.

"She just fucking spit at me? It was a reflex action! What will you do it she spit at you?"

I felt a hand trying to lift up my head but it just sagged, I felt too tired to struggle.

"She's not fucking moving! Son of a bitch! You killed her you fucking moron!!!"

She was feeling so light inside. She can hear them fighting over what happened but she really did not care. Maybe it would be better like this. Just one thought came through her mind before she was engulfed in total limbo.

Nate, run and save yourself for me. Please God, help him.