In Your Gut
Rated: M for later chapters
Chapter 4 "The Con"
Standing behind Tegan are three figures dressed in black from head to toe. Each has a ski mask over their faces with mouth and eye holes. One speaks and I'm suprised at how high it's voice is; a woman? "Look, I know you're pissed, but slow the fuck down." The woman standing between the two says to the one on the right, who catches me staring and turns away quickly. "The sedation's worn off, we can start now."
Tegan continues to try and break free when two of the masked women move to stand beside us, leaving a gap so I can still see Tegan in front of me. They stand there and wait for the other, crossing their arms, watching Tegan and I closely. I make it my goal not to look any of them in the eye.
"It's not that I really want to hurt you," the remaining woman speaks from behind Tegan. "I just need to figure some things out." She puts her hands on Tegans shoulders, pulling them back against the chair to keep her from moving. Tegan tries to shove them off, halting her movements when a blade meets the tender skin of her neck. She shuts her eyes, her breath becoming hitched. "Tegan!" I plead for her release, shot down by a glare from cold, blue eyes above Tegan. "I won't hurt her if you stop screaming."
I've seen those eyes before.
"Let her go." Teeth clenched, I break our eye contact and look at Tegan. Her eyes are still shut tight, her hands balled into fists. Tegans captor doesn't move.
"I need to know something, Sara. I'm not letting you," She presses the blade harder. "or Tegan go until you tell me." It takes everything in me not to look into her eyes. "Even if I have to force it out of you." Tegan whimpers and I feel myself yearning to relieve her pain.
"What the fuck do you want?" I ask, not really wanting to know.
Before I can stop myself, I look up to see Tegans captor reach her empty hand up and pull off her mask, the blade still threatening to cut into Tegans throat.
Emy drops the mask on the floor and replaces her hand on Tegans shoulder. Confusion and realization flood my mind as our eyes meet once more. I've never seen her so...hurt.
"Emy?"
Tegan tries to talk, but is stopped when the hand around her neck chokes her, the blade of the knife pressing against her throat.
"Sara, we were together for five years. Five years." Memories ran through my head of our engagement, of our aparment in Montreal, of sleepless nights spent together. I wanted to forget everything that reminded me of her. "I loved you." Her eyes cut into mine, shattering me. I couldnt speak. "You never told me why you left me, Sara."
It had been three years, why was she confronting me now, and like this? She didnt have to kidnap me, let alone Tegan. Why WAS Tegan here? She had nothing to do with our relationship. Emy removed the blade from Tegans throat and switched it shut, letting go of her shoulder and sticking the knife into the pocket of her pants.