Part 11 (1/2)

It took a minute to pull myself onto my feet, but once I was standing the pressure was off my wrists and I was able to adjust them a little. I clenched my teeth as I pulled the metal out of my skin. It had managed to cut pretty deep and would take a few days or so to heal but at least it wouldn't kill me.

I had no idea where I was and the voices I had heard in the distance earlier were gone. I was alone, and there was no way out.

I wrapped the chain that connected to my cuffs around my hands and tried to pull it free from the ceiling it was bolted too. My wrists hurt like a b.i.t.c.h but I pulled as hard as I could. My jaw hurt from clenching it shut and my arms felt like they were going to snap.

I cried out as I gave it one last pull before releasing the chain and doubling over at the waist trying to catch my breath. I felt like I was going to be sick and I was weak from the loss of blood. Not to mention I haven't fed since the night of Willow's party and right now I didn't even know how long ago that was.

Willow. My heart started racing at the thought of her. Calliope and Alexander had her and Amelia captive somewhere here, and G.o.d only knows what they are doing to her right now. The thought made me furious and I cried out with rage as I tugged on the chains frantically trying to get free.

I stopped at the sound of a key in the door. The creak echoed through the room as the door was pulled open and Alexander came into the room.

”Look who's awake.” He said with a devious grin on his face.

”Where the f.u.c.k is Willow!” I demanded as I lunged at him.

The cuffs bit into my wrists again which snapped my arms back and the force of my efforts popped my shoulder out of place. I groaned in pain as my arm hung awkwardly from the chains.

”Well that doesn't look like fun.”

”Where is she!”

”She's around. Don't worry; you will be seeing her very soon.”

Something about the way he laughed told me it wasn't going to be a happy reunion. I wanted to kill him. I launched myself at him again to no avail.

Alexander watched me struggle against my chains before he left me there in the dark and closed the door behind him.

”I'm going to f.u.c.king kill you! I'll kill you and your b.i.t.c.h of a sister!” I screamed after him.

There was nothing but my own echo to answer me. I was going to get out of here one way or another; and when I did, I would make sure that both of them paid for this, with their lives.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

WILLOW.

My head throbbed and I didn't want to get up. Every part of my body begged to sleep for another five hours or so. I reached to pull the blanket over my head but froze at the touch of cold concrete.

My eyes shot open and I sat up so fast I was seeing spots. It took a moment to gather my bearings; but once my eyes adjusted to the dimness I could make out the set of steel bars that kept me caged in a rather large cell.

The cell itself was bare and there were barred windows on the wall near the ceiling. They were too high up to look out and possibly too small to climb out of, but they were big enough to let light into the room from the rising sun.

I went over the last thing I remembered again and again; trying to figure out exactly what had happened and where the h.e.l.l I was, but other than boots, the sound of a man's voice, and Amelia's screaming, I couldn't really remember anything.

Amelia! Panic filled my body at the memory of her screaming. Oh G.o.d what did they do to her. I raked my fingers through my hair trying to look around for any sign of her. I knew she couldn't die, so they both killed her and left her at the house thinking she wouldn't be a problem anymore, or they took her too.

I couldn't see any sign of her though; so, if I was lucky, they left her at the house. If that were the case she would be waking up soon if she wasn't already and she would have the guys organizing a search party.

A little part of me felt relieved at the thought, but I still had this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me that it wasn't going to be that easy.

As far as I knew the room was empty; there were four cells and only one door out. Whoever it was that took me wasn't here, but it was only a matter of time until they showed up.

I felt sick to my stomach as my imagination began to run rampant. There were a dozen reasons someone would get kidnapped, and seeing as how I was kidnapped from Tobias's house, none of those reasons could be good.

A part of me wondered if maybe they were a government group who had been watching the house and thought that I was some kind of supernatural being like them. My chest felt heavy and my throat was threatening to close up at the idea of them experimenting on me.

Surely, they would realize I was human, right, and let me go; but, if that were the case, Amelia and the brothers were at risk and the thought of them becoming test subjects made me want to kill someone.

I got up and walked over to the steel bars to get a better look of the room. I grabbed the bars and pulled on them as hard as I could, but there was no use. The bars were locked and there was no way in h.e.l.l that I would be able to break the bars open.

I paced the cell back and forth, ignoring my muscles protesting. I was sore but there was no way I was going to sit around and just wait for whoever took me to show up and take what they want. There had to be a way out, and I was going to find it.

Tobias would find me. I was sure of it. I crossed my arms against the wall and leaned my head against my forearms. My head was killing me, but I needed a plan. There was a good chance they were planning on killing me anyway, so the least I could do is die trying to fight my way out of here.

I heard a shuffling noise which made me jump. The sun had come up a little more which made the room a bit brighter. I scanned the room again and stopped at the sight of a shadowed figure on the floor of the cell across from me. My heart leapt into my throat as I approached the bars.

”Amelia?” I asked after swallowing past the lump in my throat.

The shadowed figure sat up slowly and let out a groan. I wanted to cry with relief that I wasn't alone, but at the same time it terrified me.

”Amelia? Is that you?”

”Well it isn't the f.u.c.king tooth fairy.” She groaned in response.

I choked out a laugh and leaned against the brick wall letting myself slide to the floor. At least her sour att.i.tude told me she was perfectly fine. I lost count of the number of times Tobias had killed her since I came to the house and every time she came back she would have the same snarky att.i.tude.

”What happened to you?”

”It would seem people have this annoying habit of snapping my neck. I guess it saves them money on rope and duct tape.”

”They didn't use rope. Or duct tape.”

”Oh?”

”Cable ties and tranquilizers.”

”Beats dying.”

She had a point. I closed my eyes and laid my head back against the cold bricks. Even if I could miraculously find my way out of here, there was no way I could leave Amelia behind.

”Tobias is coming to get us.” I said out loud. ”They both are.”

”For their sake, I hope not.”

I looked over to her, really confused, but before I could even ask the sound of the door unlocking echoed in the room. I rose to my feet but Amelia stayed sitting with her arms crossed over her knees.

A large figure came into the room and turned on the light; instinctively I squeezed my eyes shut. I squinted until they adjusted to the new found brightness. The large figure was no longer a shadow, but a ma.s.sive man. He easily stood at six foot five and if he wasn't a complete psychopath, he might actually be hot.