We all know how it's been with Fitz being with Mellie instead of Olivia…. But what it had been reversed? What if Mellie had been tossed to the wolves while Fitz ran off with Olivia? To what extent with Mellie go to see Fitz get hurt? It's not a matter of "IF" she will have the chance to hurt Olivia and Fitz, it's "HOW."
I awoke, terrified, tied with my hands over my head to a 3 inch thick nail hanging from the wall. I was suddenly aware of Fitz stirring beside me, tied to yet another abnormally large nail. "Fitz," I whispered as quietly as I could so that just he could hear me, "where are we?" It was enough for Fitz. His head shot straight up and he immediately tried to tear away from his binds.
He growled. "I don't know." He said to me, irritation clear in his voice. "All I remember is sitting in that restaurant-,"Fitz stopped talking immediately and stared intently in the corner of the cement chamber. I timidly followed his gaze over to where a man was looking at us through a black mask. "Who are you? And what the hell do you suppose you are doing?!" Fitz yelled. The man acted as if he had heard nothing and leisurely walked out of the shadows towards us.
"There is no need to yell," The man paused, "Fitz." I started to shake a little as I saw the silver pistol gleaming against his waist. This man obviously was serious. I suddenly remembered another time, not to long ago when there had been another guy that had held me at gunpoint….. That is until I offered him 2 million dollars for a file and told him the cops were on their way. "You see," the man started again, snapping me back to the present," I am a trained assassin and I was hired to make sure you did everything that I order. If you do not cooperate, then I must kill you."
"Who sent you to capture me?" Fitz hissed at the assassin.
"Oh, that has no significance to you at all Mr. President. All you need to know is that you must obey all my orders from now up until the point of my releasing you. Am I clear?" Fitz snorted and tried to get free again. "Now, we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way….. Whichever you both choose is up to you."
"What is it that you want?" I asked the assassin crossly.
"What is it that I want?" The assassin repeated. "Well now let's see. First, when I untie you, I DO NOT want you to run away or scream for help. Oh no sweetheart, I wouldn't suggest that. But if you do, still, get the urge to run away and somehow get away from me, well, let's just say Fitz over here won't be with us anymore. Are we understood?"
"Why are you doing this to us?!" I cried out, terrified that I was all alone with Fitz and an assassin in front of me.
The assassin cracked up and started to choke on laughter. "They all ask why while the real question is when? When will I kill you? When will I release you? When will you be free? You see you all ask the wrong questions… Now I shall set you free. REMEMBER," he said loudly," IF YOU TRY ANYTHING FUNNY YOUR LOVER FALLS DEAD ALONG WITH YOU SHORTLY AFTER. Am I clear?" I turned away from him. As quick as lightning he pulled out the pistol and pointed it at Fitz's head."AM I CLEAR?!" He growled putting his finger on the trigger.
"Yes! Yes! Get the gun away from his head!" I cried, tears sliding down my cheeks.
"Very well." The assassin agreed putting the gun away. He quickly untied me and pushed me over to Fitz. I let out a low whimper. But, when I touched Fitz I wrapped him in a huge embrace.
"It's ok, it'll be okay Liv." Fitz soothed me.
"Take your clothes off." The assassin ordered, gesturing the pistol at me. I froze for a moment before hesitantly pulling off my pants and shirt, revealing my beige, lace bra and panties underneath. I quickly grabbed ahold of Fitz again.
"What the hell is wrong with you man?" Fitz hissed. "Leave her alone."
The assassin, as usual, ignored him. "TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES!" The assassin yelled pointing the gun at Fitz's head again. I froze in fright and made a split second decision about what I was going to do as the assassin put his finger on the trigger.