The tears refuse to stop their endless streams.
I try a desperate scream against the clothed gag, yelling at my captor. Pain racks through my entire body, the electrocution pulsing through my blood, making me twist and plead helplessly in my bounds. The cuffs are digging into my skin as I uselessly attempt to break free. My voice is greatly muffled; my mouth hurts as they are stretched by the restraint. I need them off. But what would I say to them? Would I plead for my release? Would I beg for mercy? Will I agree to answer his questions? No is the answer. Perhaps the reason I am screaming is because there is nothing else I can do.
And, in a scary second, the pain stops.
My head lolls back, making me squint at the blurry ceiling. Light. I can see light. I am hoping it is death, coming to take me away, the light a sign that it will be gladly over. Of course, I am wrong.
I am vaguely aware of the beads of sweat trickling down my neck and face. Closing my eyes, I take deep breaths, and I can feel the presence of him standing in front of me. I can almost feel his smirk as he stares at me, proud of his work.
"So, sweetheart," he says, his demonic honey-sweet tone in his words as they pour slowly out of his mouth. "What about now?"
I want to spit on him.
I shake my head slowly.
He tuts and I open my eyes. He is devilishly handsome, his sharp cheekbones and olive skin, his hazel eyes glittering with ruthlessness, his perfect lips set into a cruel smirk. One of his calloused hands grabs my cheeks, forcing me to look into his windows of a heartless soul.
"Sweetheart, you are making this quite difficult. I could resort to thrashing that pretty face of yours, although... I could also..." his eyes dart to my body distractedly, and he licks his lips, then meets my eyes again.
His eyes are clouded with lust, and my red hot eyes make him chuckle.
"Trust me love, the things I would do," he lets go of my face and traces a finger along my jaw. "But of course, I prefer not to associate my wants in this business. Sweetheart, it's just one small bit of information. I'm going go get it out of someone anyway. You can make my job easier by telling me now."
He straightens and crosses his arms. I continue to glare.
He sighs in mock sympathy, shaking his head. "I really didn't want to have to do this," he grins with malice, "But you leave me no choice, darling. Bring CF8 out."
His last sentence was directed elsewhere in the black void of the room. From the darkness, a clang of metal sounds, and pushed into my view is Jay.
My eyes widen in madness to protect my brother, and I pull harshly against my restraints, twisting and turning. Jay stares at me with watered eyes, gasping and screams my name. He tries to take a step forward before a gun clicks and is set to his forehead, where he freezes in place.
"Don't move," our captor hisses. He brings a chair forth with one hand carelessly, so dangerously similar to the one I sit in at this very moment. "Sit."
I cry out again.
Jay stares at the chair in horror, and I am sure he understands what hell awaits him if he sits on this throne of insanity. He backs away, one step, and the gun is pressed more tightly to his forehead. "SIT!"
"WAIT!" Jay begs, tears flowing, and he falls to the floor, hands pressed together in front of him. "Please," he whispers, his voice shaky. "I know the information she hides, the information you seek."
I stare at him in disbelief.
Our captor cocks an eyebrow, and laughs.
"Do you lie, Jay Asher?"
"No," my brother trembles. "Your enemy's base lies South, near Hilvard. I can lead you to my father."
Our captors studies him in deep thought, and smiles.
"Good," he murmurs. "One of the Asher siblings is sensible, I see. Too bad it's not the pretty one." He turns to me, and his bloodthirsty gaze returns.
I scream once more. Not in fear, not in dread. In pure, hot anger. My brother avoids me with his cowardly tears streaming down his face. I try to yell all the insults I have come up with to his pathetic stature; hoping that, at least before I die, I have accomplished something worthwhile.
I feel some sort of string being strung around the front of my neck, and someone holds the two ends behind me.
"Any last words to your dear sister?" he spits with a laugh.
He replies with silence.
I feel lips graze my earlobe, and my screams stop, but I fixate my cold eyes on Jay.
"Goodbye, sweetheart."
He pulls the string tight against my neck, and I choke and cough.
Tighter.
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Choked to death.
I squint my eyes and on instinct, I try and gasp for air, but I am failing. The rope burns my throat.
Tighter.
I cannot do anything, but I keep trying. I think of how little I completed in this terrible life of mine, and how many have betrayed me. My own brother among them.
Even tighter.
I cannot see Jay anymore. All I see are swirls of white and black. The rope is getting tighter. I think his lips are still on my ear. I try to focus on something, anything. But all I see are blurs. My lungs feel constricted, compressed. My neck is strained. I'm trying to breathe. But I can't. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe729Please respect copyright.PENANAi0amg52cWR
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