The blow landed fatally on the left side of my face. My entire vision turned black as the pain surged from my brain down to the very tips of my toes. I felt my mind going into delusion, slipping away little by little. Did he used the hammer on me? I wasn't sure it what hit me was a metal figure or simply his hands. If he did, I wasn't sure my head was still intact, I must have gone completely mad or died on the spot from the impact, but I was breathing. I was alive. I pried my eyes painfully apart as small dots of vision began to come into focus. Slowly my brain began to register the room I was in once more, and I could see clearly, as clearly as my eyes afforded me to. My tears rushed out without any hesitation now, my eyes were tired. They felt strained. and it scared me that they wouldn't stop leaking. "No need to cry, princess." He hushed, "If you give us what you want, we will let you go. We aren't unreasonable, you know?" Black masked Johnny added with a small smile." He was
The world went black the moment those words were out of his mouth, and as my world faded to black, all I could see was the blurry image of his face and the desperation with which I searched my thoughts, trying to clear my vision so I could at least know who was behind the suffering and agony I had gone through. Now that he had given me a blank check. The blood trickling into my nose from my brain had added a huge hand n stealing my consciousness as fast as it came. By the time I opened my eyes again, the sun was slowly setting in the sky, I knew this because the dim rays of light that entered through the windows were too dim to be noon or morning sun, so it was either really early in the morning or late in the day. My mind lit up with an idea as if I had only just realized, I heard the loud click of the door as they walked out of the room, which told me that they secured it fastly with a strong lock. But the windows, the windows, they were open and free. I could feel the fresh breez
As the realization of their intentions hit me, panic surged through my battered body. I couldn't let them leave me here to suffer further, to find another method to extract information from me. I had to find a way to survive. My panic must have sent my system into overdrive, coupled with the fact that the survival instincts which fed me hope to keep going had been stolen forcefully from under my grasp, so my body began to react and cave in the way it should have long ago, as I realized that I was completely doomed and alone. My breaths came out in shallow, weak attempts, and my hands shook uncontrollably. I suddenly realized that one of my ears was blocked, and deaf at the moment and the other kept ringing faintly, dulling the sounds around me to nothing more than a buzz as more blood dropped onto my nose, then onto my lips from my head, the rough way I landed must have split open the wound more. Darkness slipped into my vision instantly, as though it had been waiting patiently for
The room fell into a chilling silence, or maybe it was just my world that went completely still for a moment, so still I thought I had died, and the silence was a reward for my pain.But that silence was broken only by the labored breaths of Lucas and the wheezing noise my lungs made as they struggled to retain air. There was no distant sound of sirens piercing the night. I wondered if any help at all was coming. I could feel both relief and anguish coming off Lucas as he moved steadily."Fiona," he whispered, his voice laced with guilt. "I'm so sorry you had to endure this. I promise that whoever did this would regret it, and there would be hell to pay. You just have to make it out in one piece for me, baby, and You just have to survive this," His voice broke; "you have to"I could barely hear him, but the misery in his voice somehow connected with mine, telling me all the things his words were struggling to say. I tried to respond, but my voice barely carried a whisper. My body ache
Lucas's POV. The moment I got back into town, I knew something was wrong; everything felt off, the air was different, and there was a feeling of unease I couldn't shake off that something had gone terribly wrong, but I couldn't figure it out. I had been away on a business trip for two weeks, so coming back felt a bit weird, and I tried to assure myself that it was nothing more than that, but somehow I could not. So I got all the reports, and I went through every plan and proposal I had implemented over the past few months checking to see if there were any loopholes or any unfriendly things that arose in my absence but there were none. I had mark check on all the deals we were yet to close, and even the ones we had closed if an ally somehow turned into a foe, but everything was clean; there was nothing to relate the feeling to but I was still restless. I banged my hands against my desk, it stung, but I couldn't process the pain because I was restless. Since the moment she walked
Days turned into nights, and as I drifted in and out of consciousness, Lucas remained a constant presence, tirelessly caring for me. He nourished my body with small, comforting meals, easing the hunger that had gnawed at my weakened frame. He spoke soothing words, unraveling the layers of confusion and fear that had settled within my mind. I couldn't tell if it was due to the drugs in my system or the fact that I had become completely dependent on Lucas. I felt as though I couldn't do anything with him, but somehow we started to get closer. In moments of vulnerability, I began to share fragments of my own story, my hopes and dreams, and the reasons I had unwittingly become entangled in a web of secrets. Lucas listened intently, his eyes shinning with on empathy and understanding as I spoke. I sensed there was much more he wanted to reveal, but he held back, waiting for the right time yet listening to all I had to say with full and unwavering attention, even though sometimes all I di
" Have you shifted before?" Lucas asked as he walked out of the kitchen with two plates of food firmly placed on his hands. I watched in awe as he walked briskly over to where I was. Of all the things that fascinated me about him, the fact that here with me he was just Lucas was the top of the list. He did everything for me here; he cooked for me and took care of me, his default tone of authority and commanding aura had completely been deemed here, and the fact that only I got to see this side of him made me feel so excited and giddy like a child. I wasn't able to have any thoughts outside him because he surprised me with his actions every single time. "Fiona," He called. "Hmm?" I answered absentmindedly, a wistful smile coloring my lips. "I asked if you have shifted before." I shook my head, still lost somewhere in the wistful imagination I had entered and without any plans to free myself from the naughty thoughts in my head. "What are you thinking?" He asked, with his eyes s
My entire face up in flames as the realization of the awkward position we were in dawned on me but Lucas was not fazed at all. If anything, he looked amused and unfazed. While I on the other hand wanted to bury myself because I was drowning in sheer mortification. I tried to stand from his legs but his strong hand secured me. "You're only going to make matters worse" He teased, with a small smile coloring his face as I buried my face in my palms. Refusing to listen, I shifted to stand again and a small groan escaped his lips. I froze. His left hand tightened around my waist and his grip on my thighs was deathly. There was no hint of teasing in his voice now. "Fiona, Do you know what you're doing right now?""Let me go""You're only going to make this worse" His voice was huskier and thicker. The tension in the room suddenly became very thick as it hung heavy in the silence between us. His hard and laboured breaths poured out like a diffuser, making my cheeks as red as a tomato an