A/n thanks for all the reviews! a quick update, hope you enjoy!
"I assume he has CCTV?" He asks. I nod slowly. "Good, so not only will he hear your screams, he can also see the actions that cause them..."
I look at Sawyer, his expression is blank. Looking into his eyes I see a lost little boy, reminding me of Christian. My heart aches.
"Christian has left me," I say lying. Sawyer keeps his expression the same, giving nothing away, so I carry on. "He doesn't love me, whatever you do is useless."
"LIES!" He screams, digging his fingers into my stomach, pulling at the skin. "I have been watching you two Mrs Grey." I bite my lip. He pulls harder at my stomach.
"Obviously not close enough," I try to keep my cool. He releases and tightens his fingers over and over, his finger nails digging into my flesh over and over, even through my shift dress. His reaction hints at his nerves. It gives me confidence. "Why do you think he's not here? Not answering any calls."
"But..." He tries to speak. Suddenly his fingers stop, and he grips as hard as he can. I feel him smirk. "Nice try Mrs Grey." He smacks the gun across my cheek, the silencer catching my lip. I can taste my blood as I run my tongue over my lips. "So, if what you are saying is true..." I feel his smirk widen, and his fingers finally loosen their hold on my stomach.
He moves his arm so his hand can trace my side. He strokes down my arm with the gun, before bringing it back to my face, tracing my jaw line with it. He opens his mouth, and begins to nibble on my ear, playfully biting it. I feel any remaining blood in my face rush to my legs. I just want to run.
"Then I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I fucked you here?" His tone is steely, and I gulp. "Give him something to... entertain himself with... till he finds another whore."
"Christian wouldn't watch it," I say, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
"Lets call him and find out, shall we?" I can hear the smile in his voice. Sawyer opens his phone again, and it feels like an eternity passes before the rings fill the room. Hyde stops the movement of his hand up and down my side the moment the ringing starts. Instead he grabs my hip, his nails digging into the bone. I feel his breath quicken, obviously in anticipation.
"Mr Grey, I hear you and your wife are going through some marital problems and are currently separated," He says into the voice mail. Christian must be asleep. I grimace, he's not going to have a nice wake up in the morning. "I was thinking I could dispose of her for you?" He laughs. "Save you the money you are bound to lose in the divorce... I overheard that there was no prenup." I gasp, how did he know that? "But first I will make sure you have some material to entertain yourself with, until you find a replacement whore." I shudder, poor Christian. I can't help but imagine his face as he hears these messages, sending my mind back to the night he begged me to marry him. Remembering the lost look in his eyes kills me.
"I hope you like it rough," Hyde smiles against my ear. He has no idea, and suddenly I feel the urge to smirk. I bite my lip. Suddenly hide wraps his free hand around my neck, hard enough to hurt, but light enough I can still breathe. "But, as promised, your wives scream! It might be a strangled one this time though."
He takes the gun from face face and smacks it into my knee. I gasp, shifting my weight quickly to the other leg before I fall. Mere seconds later he rams the gun into my other knee, causing me to collapse, increasing the pressure on my neck.
He moves the hand holding me forward, so I lean away from him. I can barely breathe as he slams the gun into my spine. He pulls me back to him before I even have time to register the pain, and makes me stand upright, slapping me round the face with the gun.
It all happens so quick, each hit taking me by surprise. He follows it up by stamping on the same foot as early, and I whimper. Loud enough that he's satisfied. I feel so ashamed and weak, giving him what he wants.
"Goodbye Mr Grey," He smiles, running the gun through my hair.
I can feel the plane start to lose altitude. About time.
My palm is far to twitchy.
"Now, where do I want to take you?" He says, loudly. Sawyer frowns, eyes wide. The situation has rapidly gotten out of control. I glance at Prescott, still conscious... just about. She needs help, desperately. "What about his bed?"
Suddenly all traces of fear are gone, and I'm mad. I grab his hand with the gun, adrenaline pulsing through my body, giving me strength I never knew I had. Using every ounce of strength in my body I pull his hand away, and twist it. He screams, and tightens his grip on my neck.
However Sawyer takes this opportunity and runs at us, straight at us...
We hit the floor, a mess of limbs. I throw my elbow below me, hitting Jack somewhere on his body. Sawyer gets up, grabbing Jack's arms, giving me a chance to crawl away.
The pain shoots through my knee, and I rush to stand. I have to hold onto the wall to steady myself.
I make my way to Prescott, as much as the jury is out, she needs help. I try to hurry. I can't bare to look behind me.
I lower myself beside her and take the belt off of my dress.
"Hold still," I whisper to her. She nods, lips tight. I tightly tie the belt above the gun shot wound on her leg. "I need to try and stem the bleeding, I don't know how much longer till we can get you help."
I pull off both my shoes, and pull the stockings off of my left leg. It stings as I pull the stocking over my knee. The blood had started to dry and stick my stocking to my knee. I don't take too much notice, knowing that seeing my knee will make the pain worse.
Taking the stocking, I tie it around Prescotts arm, just above the bullet hole. Not convinced that the one stocking is enough, I take the stocking from my right leg as well, tying it in the exact same spot as the one before.
"Thank you," Prescott's voice is weak.
"No, thank you!" I say, I help her to lay back. I grab her gun, and stand once more. Not turning to check on Sawyer, knowing it would cause me to become a nervous wreck once more, I make my way to Ryan.