So I've had this half written for a while, it started as just words I needed to get out of my head but I'm travelling at the moment and have had some time on my hands to polish it up enough to where I've felt like posting it, so read on? I guess?
It's not for everyone, nothing too graphic but it'll be angsty and sad, will see how views go as to how much more I post. TIA!
The ringing in her ears was deafening as time slowed down. Her vision blurred, heart pounding in her chest, the smell of dust and gunpowder hung in the air. The blast from outside had knocked her off her feet and had sent her careering to the floor. Gun fire and flashes continued behind her through the shattered windows where curtains once hung neatly framing the length of the wall, distant shouts and screams could be heard amongst the chaos outside in the disturbed night air. A weight pinned her to the ground, the enormous figure of one of her security detail, pieces of brick and shattered glass surrounded her, she couldn't breathe. Giovanni was also on the ground a few feet away, on his back, glasses askew, his suit dishevelled, he mouthed wordlessly, eyes staring skyward as he took his last breath as his petrified son looked on. She could hear the screams of Abdul, innocent and frightened but unable to shield him from the horrifying scene which played out around them. It almost felt surreal as the adrenaline numbed her senses, a nightmare come to life. Elizabeth McCord, the United States Secretary of State knew she shouldn't have come, the dangers in this part of the world increased ten fold, especially to a female westerner from a country most of the locals referred to as the great Satan. It had always been a thought that lingered in the back of her subconscious, not returning home to her family, but she always told herself she was safe, surrounded by security day and night, she told herself the thought was irrational every time she stepped on that plane, the possibility miniscule, that it wouldn't happen to her, that this was what it took to leave the world a better place for her children. She knew the risks, she understood it was part of her job, but at this moment, it didn't feel like it was all for 'the greater good'.
Blood ran down her right arm and dripped from her elbow, which was free from the weight pinning her body down, smearing crimson the more she tried to move. Hand shaking, fingertips touched the still warm but lifeless face of Fred Cole, whom had been alive just moments before as he shielded her from the spray of bullets that entered the room but had caught at least two of their number. The urge to escape the restraint on her body overwhelmed her, growing with each passing second as panic set in and she felt physically ill as the gravity of her situation sunk in. She needed to get out, she needed to escape, she needed to get home to her family, she just had to, not going home to them, she had decided was never even an option. Hot tears streamed down her face as she too began to scream.
Three men with their faces covered carrying machine guns emerged out of the dust, storming through the shattered window behind Elizabeth, one swooped down and grabbed Abdul with one arm around the torso and carried the hysterical child out of sight.
"Where are you taking him? Where are you taking him!" Her screams turned to sobbing cries as the dead figure was lifted off her back and dropped a few feet away, at that moment of relief, she raised herself off the floor onto hands and knees trying desperately to go after Adbul before a foot connected with her side, knocking the wind out of her lungs, sending her crashing back onto the debris strewn floor, rolling over shards of glass, only to look up at the guns the men were carrying now pointing down at her winded and frightened form.
The first man dropped to his knees on top of her as he ripped at her mauve blouse with one hand, still holding the gun in his other, revealing her bra and heaving breasts. Breathing ragged and becoming hysterical, she flailed wildly with her arms, hitting and scratching the skin they came into contact with but froze instantly, palms up in submission as the barrel of an assault rifle was pressed to her temple by the second masked man that towered over her in the dusty haze. The black metal was hot against her tear stained face, freshly fired, the trigger a foot away, precariously covered by a finger she already knew was prepared to use it. Her mind swam with thoughts of Henry and the children in rapid succession, stuck on replay, their smiling faces flashed behind her eyes. She didn't feel the pain of the cuts on her arm and back, which now bled heavily through what was left of her shirt.
"Be quiet!" Was hissed at her in Arabic with the gun pressed firmly to the side of her face at her hairline, she tried to stifle her sobs but she couldn't breathe, choking between the dust, smoke and lump in her throat. She bit her lip to stop herself gasping aloud. The man on top of her shuffled down slightly to bring his hand to her belt, roughly tugging at the buckle to get it undone, she flinched at his touch and clenched her eyes shut, knowing just how completely helpless she was. Fear overwhelmed her as she tried to struggle under him, he ripped the button off her suit pants, his fingers now connecting with the smooth bare skin between her hips, fresh sobs turned to plea's as her pants and underwear were reefed from her legs. She struggled violently, hysterical, against this violation with every ounce of strength left in her. Screaming sobs issued from her in between wracking breaths as she bucked her body against the restraint, Elizabeth punched his solid chest with her clenched fists but he never wavered. Without warning, the butt of a rifle connected with the side of her head with tremendous force and she cried out in pain. She went limp for a moment, dazed and her vision swimming, black spots appeared in front of her, her head throbbed with every heartbeat magnified in her ears as her own warm blood ran down her face from the split now above her left eye. It was just long enough for the second man to drop down and capture both her wrist and bring them above her head, his hand prints bruising into her skin as he restrained them with much force.
Garments rustled as the first man positioned himself over her body as she fought off the darkness that tried to consume her. Whimpered plea's escaped her as his knees parted hers, his complete weight now rested over her diaphragm and she wanted to scream, to fight, to run but she couldn't, her body had failed her as she lay there frozen on the spot just trying desperately to breathe. She felt him hard against the inside of her thigh and sheer terror engulfed her. A high pitched, strangled cry issued from her mouth with the little air she could muster, a hand found her face bringing a cloth with it that covered her mouth and nose. The hand pressed down hard and she couldn't shake him off, squealing helplessly, praying for a saviour. Black circles surrounded her vision again as she gasped desperately into the fabric, she stared frantically into the face of her captor who was about to take everything from her, a scarf still covered most of his face, his soulless eyes burnt a hole through her very being before finally the dark took hold.