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One: I would not let myself get dragged into the tunnels. Under no circumstances would I go underground. Die first.
Two: Last resort is the grenade. Pull it, throw it, run.
The soldiers hand touched the grenade that was carefully strapped to my back and his eyes shot to mine in surprise. Lifting an eyebrow, I smirked at him. He took my gun, but he didn’t rat me out for my knife. Let’s call this a test.
I saw the tiny movements in his neck as he shook his head in disbelief, but he left it alone. Instead, he reached his hand up to my blonde hair and pushed the lose strands behind my ear. He hovered over me on the bed, and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. All the while I ignored the show he was putting on and my brain tried to place him. I have seen this man before, and he doesn’t scare me. Where?
“Enough! Back off soldier, she’s not yours. Maybe we'll let you play when we’re done with her, but not yet. Come over here and secure Chapman before he wakes up. The tranquilizer Bennett used should be wearing off any minute. Disarm him as well. We don’t want him dead…yet.” Tilly barked orders at the soldier who I could swear was trying to speak to me with his eyes alone as he pulled away and climbed off of the bed; leaving me exposed and alone once again.
I tracked the soldier as he touched Reid’s lifeless body and watched as he pulled rope from one of the pockets of his cargo pants and began securing Reid’s arms behind his back.
I refused to speak, I would not beg, but in my mind, I was screaming as I pleaded with Reid to wake up.
Wake the fuck up, Chapman. You promised.
I thought we still had hours to prepare. Why are they early? And where is our backup? How much longer? And what if they don’t make it in time?
“Ok Kris, give the kind agent here a few minutes to wake up, and then you can have your fun. I know how you feel about an audience. Bennett gets to go next because he’s like a fucking chihuahua. I swear I can hear his cock barking from the damn hallway. If she’s still alive after you finish, we’ll toss her down below with the others. Unless you decide to share with this guy, and then he can get a turn before we hand her over.” Tilly pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat down, crossing one denim clad leg over the other. A sick smile pulled at her lips as the soldier kicked Reid in the ribs again to jar him from his sleep after securing his ropes and taking his weapons.
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Reid
Spinning. Spinning. Everything around me is spinning like a fucking merry-go-round of death.
My mouth is dry and chalky. It tastes like something metallic mixed with ass right now.
I tried to recall my last memory through the fog that is currently the state of my brain, but I keep coming up short.
Where am I?
What do I know?
I was on a case. Drugged. Have I been drugged? I’m trained to recognize most of the side effects of the more commonly used drugs and dissociative anesthetics. This is different though. My eyesight is so blurry, like I’m not wearing my contacts, but I must be. They feel itchy and burn, definitely a side effect of some sort.
God, if the spinning would just stop.
Bile rose in my throat, and I heaved to my side, vomiting on the floor; the relief was immediate. So much so that I was able to focus enough to regain some of my memory. Holly.
If they got to me…
“Hold still, bitch.” A man’s voice rang in my ears as a loud slap echoed through the room, and I continued to fight against the side effects of whatever I’ve been given. The evening sun streaming through the windows burned my eyes, but I forced them open and attempted to focus, finding myself in the same room I ran out of on Holly’s heels earlier.
We didn’t make it.
My shoulder burned, but it wasn’t a bullet. No, the burn was different, almost like my bone was on fire inside of my body.
“I will kill you, Kris Trainor. I will rip your testicles from your body with my bare hands and feed them to you just like old man Anderson if you come near me.” Holly, her words were fueled with hate and intensity. My vision focused enough for me to finally see her location in the room.
Her arms are in chains, similar to the ones we found in the tunnel, spread open and attached to either post of the master bed. Her shirt has been cut open at the front and exposes her breasts as Kristopher Trainor kneels on the bed, over her legs, in front of her with a knife.
I’ve trained for every situation, every scenario. The Bureau never trained me for this shit. For watching the woman that I love be attacked by another man as I sit helpless on the floor with my damn hands tied behind my back. Slamming my combat boots on the floor I bucked forward, making my presence known and garnering the attention of every other person in the room, including Holly.
“Reid, you’re awake. About damn time.” Holly smiled sweetly as she leaned forward and spit in Kris’ face, drawing a smile from me, despite our dire situation. That’s my girl.
The more I was able to focus my vision, the more I could see her. Her face was bruised, and blood smeared her arm and shoulder. But, she was smiling like a damn psycho even as Kris slid his blade over her thigh cutting through the denim she wore and drawing blood.
God, I love this woman, but I’m about to kill a son of a bitch.
