I was shoved into the middle of a large, run down and derelict hall. Wow, how fucking original of them, bring the victims to some abandoned warehouse why don't you, hey! I have an idea, string us up and dunk us into a pool of sharks, that'd really get the ball rolling!
Brushing the dirt from my knees, I slowly got up, making sure to throw my worse glare to the pig behind me. "Dovrei mostrarvi alcune maniere." He gritted his teeth, edging closer to me.
<I ought to teach you some manners.>
"Perché hai molta esperienza in quella zona, vero?" I scoffed sarcastically, sick of the same fucking games. Every time something happy actually happens in my life, whenever something is good, ruthless bastards like these ruin it all. I knew I was being incredibly reckless to talk to this man like this. It was the god damn mafia after all and this man could kill me in seconds. However, when you mix; a lack of sleep, pregnancy hormones and the fact that something inside me was telling me I won't get hurt, you're going to come out with a very pissy young lady.
< oh yeh, because you have a lot of experience in that area, right?>
Before I knew it I was face down on the floor, my cheek throbbing and a harsh pull on my hair warning me to get the fuck up. The man ripped at my hair once more, physically forcing me on my feet as I shouted out in pain. Stumbling as he dragged me to a pipe at the other end of the room, I pushed back tears with all I could. The man sniggered, tugging sharply before releasing me to form a large, pitiful heap on the floor. "Prendi il cazzo." He spat at me.
<Get the fuck up.>
My mind was screaming at me to get up, but my muscles wouldn't respond. Too mentally and physically exhausted to obey him, the man eventually bored. "Cazzo di puttana." The volume of his voice had tears leaking from their confinement, it made me sick showing weakness to this monster, but I had no effort left. He gripped my arms painfully, dragging me up to my knees, before pulling me once more to my feet. My frail arms were lifted above my head, before tied to the pipe above.
<Fucking whore!>
I couldn't run, I couldn't hide, and more importantly, I was alone with this 'man'. His glares shot fear into me very quickly, his eyes were almost black, a dark pool of blood in those deadly sockets. His skin was leathered, littered with a few scars from previous experience of torture like this. It was clear that his nose had been broken many times. He just looked evil. You know how people have that look where, without evidence, you wouldn't question that they had committed a crime.
A flash of silver had me thrashing in my restraints, desperately trying to kick the stalking predator alway. He had pulled out a knife. A small, but very sharp, very prominent knife. My eyes squeezed shut as I weakly attempted to pull at the pipe, begging an unknown strength to rise within me. The hard look on his face as he made his way over to me, ever so carefully, had me screaming. The knife pointed dangerously to my flesh.
Suddenly his rough hand gripped my arm, holding me still with vicious intent. I screamed, shaking my head, desperately trying to move as far away as I possibly could. He growled, struggling against my protest, before driving the tip of the blade into the top of my wrist, and then turning to the other to do the same. I screamed out in pain, wailing desperately as blood slid down my arms, soaking into my, already red, dress.
"You get your fucking hands off of her!" My head snapped up, through blurred tears I could see Damon being hauled in here by a group of men. He frantically tried to gain release, throwing punches, dragging the men to the ground. I cried, the wounds throbbing now. Damons eyes were ablaze, he was no longer the Damon I knew, he was ruthless. He began beating the men severely, desperately trying to make his way to me.
But yet again, they overcome him. He had managed to make it 10 feet from me before they pummelled him once more, like before. I hysterically endeavoured to pull back my flowing tears, to no evade. The groans of pain, the grunts of disgust were plundering down on my mind, reminding me of the sickening situation. I begged them to stop as fists and elbows continued to rain down on Damon, only to be ignored. Damon wouldn't stop, he just wouldn't stop. He was constantly trying to get up, only resulting in another on-slaughter of vicious cous attacks.
My head began feeling light, nausea building up, not only due to the sight in front of me, but the amount of blood loss I was experiencing. Small pools surrounded each foot, the blood was pouring out of me like wild-fire. The weight of my head dawned on me heavily, slumping forward in my restraints I desperately fought to keep my eyes open.
And then I heard a gunshot.
With sudden unknown strength my head was up, frantically wishing that Damon was not the one wounded, although it seemed inevitable that it would have been hit. Through blurry vision I saw someone slump to the ground beside me. My mind raced, I didn't understand what was happening. The man who had restrained me, he was dead. He had been shot. That much was clear, but by who? I wasn't aware, my sight was darkened, and blurred by tears.
"I said I didn't fucking want her dead!" A familiar voice rang through the air. Luciano.
My head slumped back down, my eyes closing rapidly. I could feel someone untying me, bring me to the ground before wrapping something around the wounds on my arm, attempting to stop the flowing blood. To my disgust, it was Luciano.
"Get the fuck off of me." I mumbled, attempting to push his hands away from me, desperate to see Damon. I was simply ignored, Luciano only continued to help me up. This time, with a little more strength, I pushed hard at him. "Damon!" I shouted, frantically looking for the love of my life.
My heart dropped as I noticed him, barely recognisable, being tied down to a chair a couple of metres away from me. Two men large men, blood smeared on their own faces, were gripping at his arms with rope as he continued to struggle, though incredibly bloody and beaten.
"Saige, are you okay? Get the fuck off of her!" He growled through gritted teeth, unable to shout due to the pain coursing through him. I winced in pain as Lucianos claws brushed over the wounds once more. Damon immediately shouted in anger, shaking wildly, desperate to break from his bonds. I growled as Luciano chuckled in my ear. "He's very possessive, no?"
With all my power, the most disgusted glare was shot in Lucianos direction. How fucking dare he. "What. Do. You. Want?" I heaved out the word want, because quite frankly I had no clue. He made it clear that he didn't want to trade me for a reward, so what the fuck did he want?
"You. You interest me and I'm curious to see how long you would last." It took every ounce of me to not spit in his face, it was my greatest struggle yet. However my mind new, anything reckless would get us both killed immediately, dragging this out may give us a chance.
"Let Damon go then." I spat out the words, glancing over Luciano's shoulder to look at Damon. My body ached at the sight, he had returned to his usual 'calm' self, the eerie silence and expressionless face which he wore so well in times like this. However, something about it disturbed me. Blood trickled down his head, dripping mercilessly onto the floor beside his feet. But even that wasn't the cause of my uneasiness. It was his eyes. They were planted firmly on me, and to any outsider he would have simply looked empty, but to me? I saw the fear laced in his eyes. Fear for me. I had known Damon for the better part of my life, and I had only seen this amount of fear hidden within on a couple of occasions.
And that disturbed me to the bitter core. He doesn't think we will survive this.
"What, so he can return with more men and hunt me down? I've seen that man with a gun, I've seen that man ruthlessly slaughter dozens of men with only a handful of bullets. I've seen how you drive him on, how you're his strength and his weakness. I have no fear that I would loose my life, but a heavy amount of my family would suffer." Lucianos eyes were planted firmly and seriously on mine, none of the bullshit playful act.
"If you kill him." I paused, my seriousness fighting back at his. "I'll kill myself, but not before I slit your throat and watch you choke on blood."
After saying this, I instantly became afraid. I had just threatened the man with the upper hand. I had just threatened the man who held my life on the palm of my hand. However, to my shock, relief and anger he simply chuckled once more. "in bocca al lupo."
<good luck>
His shoes clicked dangerously on the floor, echoing around the vast hall as he made his way towards Damon. I struggled against my restraints desperately. "Luciano I swear to fucking god!" My shout was threatening, a warning. Unfortunately it didn't have the effect I had hoped, and immediately after a man to the front-right of me pointed a gun at my head. I glared at him swiftly before returning my focus to the two men in the middle.
Damon watched Luciano with a dangerous eyes, sizing him up. In all honesty, it was the most threatening thing I had witnessed, he was almost challenging Luciano with his eye contact, despite being strapped to a chair, bloody and beaten. Slowly, Luciano leaned over to Damon, whispering something I did not know into his ear.
Upon immediately hearing what Luciano had to say, Damon thrashed in his restraints, growling and shouting in anger as he desperately attempted to break free of the ropes tying him down. He kicked with his right leg, pushing back off the chair as he pulled his arms with all his force.
A loud snap echoed throughout the room, and to everyone's surprise, Damons fists were up in a heart beat. I inhaled sharply, he had just snapped through thick ropes, Luciano's face was in utter shock, painted with a slight bit of fear.
Instantly, Damons fist connected to Luciano's jaw, blood spurted from the bastards lip, and before he could respond, Damons hands were gripping his neck. I screamed out in fear, the rest of the men in the room, who had been a little delayed in their response, immediately charged towards Damon with their guns. I screamed, tears leaking uncontrollably. Luciano fought Damons arms, ripping them from his neck and responding with a punch of his own.
The devils companions immediately tied him down once more. I was petrified, my focus was torn away to Luciano clawing a gun from one of the men's arm and loading it with bullets. "Damon no!" I screamed, as he continued to struggle on the chair. Luciano readied the gun. "Shut her the fuck up!" He shouted in anger, a crimson red lining his teeth.
A gun was pointed to me, but I refused to remain silent. To my ultimate fear, Damon remained calm, doing as the men wanted. He was calm, he was strong, his shoulders were up and his head was straight. "Andrò a farlo dolorosamente lento." Luciano spat out, edging closer and closer and closer to Damon, who turned to face me.
His features were overcome with love as soon as he saw me, I crippled over in pain seeing him like this, my eyes drenched with fresh tears. I looked back up, his eyes met mine once more. "I've always loved you." He mouthed out intensely. Shaking my head hysterically, I shook my head, my voice cracking as I continued to scream for Luciano to stop, tugging on my ropes.
Luciano only ignored me, pointing the gun at Damons abdomen. This way he would bleed out slowly and painfully. "Luciano, stop please!" I wailed, I wanted to appear strong for Damon, but not with this immense threat to his life. Loosing Damon would be loosing my life. There is no life without him. He's beyond anyone I've ever known, he's everything I've ever wanted. With so little time have I had him back. Our love. Our child. Wasted. Gone. Gone with a flash of a gun.
I closed my eyes, praying, begging. And then it came. The gunshot that had been so anticipated.
The gunshot that tore me away from myself. And I doubled over in pain. He had shot him.
Luciano had shot
Him.
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