A/N: This is my first attempt at a Bond fic so don't kill me!
Massive shout out and thanks to Lady Duchess for playing 'ping pong' with ideas, offering encouragement and generally putting up with annoying emails ;)
Okay so I own nothing. Please ignore any/all spelling and grammar mistakes - hope these won't distract from the overall fic and do try keep these to the absolute minimal. Apologies for the incredibly short chapter but lack of time and want to see what you guys thought before pushing on, if it's any good.
And finally, I have no idea where this fic will lead and/or what skeletons will jump out of the closet, lack of proper planning is my downfall so as you can gather, I'm a 'fly by the seat of your pants' writer.
This may seem familiar as it's posted on Ao3 under my other pen name ;)
Enjoy x
Chapter One - Taken
She blinked several times but still the ink darkness remained, her thoughts were equally as heavy. Her mind had polluted by an unknown entity which polluted and prevented her normally clear cut and logical mind from any coherent thoughts.
Slowly, her fragile head rolled to the side, the simple task of movement was exhausting and caused a sudden wave of nausea.
The sickening sensation reluctantly settled but knew that any movement could instantly encourage the nausea and dizziness to return.
'Am I dreaming?'
Weakly, she licked her cracked lips and winced as the fragile skin easily split which caused her to grimace at the familiar taste of blood that momentarily distracted her from the darkened and unknown surroundings.
Concealed within the darkness, he sat in the corner and contently observed the weak woman who was once the epitome of power and commanding strategist that had the burdening weight of responsibility regarding the safety and security of Great Britain and population upon her shoulders but now, in comparison, she was a shell of her former self as she was completely powerless and oblivious to what he had planned for her.
It was time.
The intravenous line was primed with saline before roughly inserted into a bloodied cannula that had been previously inserted as she lay unconscious. The same rough hands gripped her dirty shirt and viciously pulled, sending an explosion of buttons over the room and exposed her skin to the cool air, her skin reacted instantly to the cool air which caused a wave of goosebumps to caress her pale, trembling skin.
She murmured, her mind still lost somewhere in a drunken like haze of the sedative that had been introduced into her system. She felt something cold, forcefully pressed against her chest, through the thick fog she was unable to focus on the looming figure that towered over her. Attached to her chest was a three-lead electrocardiogram that was linked onto a monitor, the rhythm of her heart danced upon the screen while the sound of her steady heartbeat began to emanate within the confines of the silence.
"Wakey, Wakey!" cooed his voice, close to her ear, toying with her
Her head heavily rolled towards the direction of the voice, she fought to keep her eyes open.
"It's almost a sad sight to behold. To think that the head of MI6 has been rendered indisposed of..."
She licked her dry lips again, "We...we...do not...negotiate with...terrorists." her hoarse voice barely intelligible
A firm grip suddenly tightened around her neck, applying just enough pressure to cause her heart rate to increase as the monitor alarmed at the sudden change, her entire body felt impossibly heavy to move.
"But...I already have what I want."
"They...will hunt...you down...you will never...get...get away...with...this." she strained her voice
"It will be my pleasure to break you...I will break you!"
She managed to shake her head in disagreement, against his grip, "I...will...resist."
He smirked, "I do enjoy a challenge." He purred
His hand toyed with each pre-filled syringe, each rested on a small tray, clearly he was undecided as to which of the syringes to begin with before he glanced at his most precious possession, as she appeared to have succumbed to the remaining sedative that continued to circulate within her system and mentally formed calculations as to how much time remained before the drug would be completely out of her system.
Again, he observed her, keenly watching her from across the cold room while the monitor remained unchanged and smiled, it was only a matter of time before she woke up and soon he would have his revenge.