Chapter 7
While Kim's dream still had a wildly huge lingering affect on her cold body, she had somehow managed to find her way back to the bed. Her injuries were overwhelmingly painful in that particular moment and Kim wondered how she would ever fall back asleep, but with her remaining nightmare, Kim had already come to terms with not being able to fall asleep, just now, it would be painful both physically and emotionally.
Kim quietly sobbed as she pulled the covers over her head. She imagined she was a little kid and these thick covers would be able to save her from the world of hurt she was beginning to learn. Her sobs were painful and silent, they weren't necessarily sobs of pain, more so, sobs of grief and frustration, hopelessness, and longing. She had never felt so alone, and the covers were doing a lousy job of trying to solace her in her horrible situation.
The more she thought about her disadvantages the more depressed she became. Maybe she could try to figure these men out to find their weakness and soon, that could lead to an escape.
So obviously Nick was the dominant in the partnership, but Hudson was unlike most inferior partners. Hudson didn't care about the situation, it seemed as though he didn't care about anything really. He must have ulterior motives to kidnapping Kim, he must want something else out of it, as well as revenge.
And Nick was your classic narcissistic sadist. Though he wanted to cause maximum pain to her and Jack, it was about him. He wanted to be in the spotlight, which made him the dominant of the pair, and his eagerness to hurt her was pure sadism. He wasn't the only one with ulterior motives, and that terrified Kim.
Even though she was just a young teenage girl, she knew enough that in order to give herself an advantage, she needed to cause a riff between the two men, essentially she needed to turn them against each other, that would be their weakness, and if Kim could do that, she could make an escape. But that wasn't a guarantee, with these kind of things it was unpredictable what either of the men would do. One of them could turn into a fit of rage and just put a bullet in her head right there. Or one could take her as to escape from the other, the possibilities were endless, and the risks too. But she didn't have anything else to try, what did she have to lose? Her life? She felt as though that had already been horribly ripped away from her, she would just have to rip it right back as she was escaping.
Though her plan was certainly not flawless, she was proud of her deductive reasoning. That could be used to her great advantage, and maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't die in this horrible hell hole.
Jack didn't sleep a wink, he was too focused on Kim and everything to even think about sleep. His nerves and emotions had been on a roller coaster ever since Kim had been taken, he felt as though he couldn't catch a break, let alone his breath.
Jack stared at the ceiling, remembering better times, and also worse.
"Kim, check this out." Jack said as he tried one of his new karate tricks.
"I learned that months ago." Kim said as she pushed Jack aside and performed the trick with absolute precision.
Jack stared at Kim in awe. Her hazel-brown eyes captivated his soul and be realized just how neglected she was. She didn't get near the credit she deserved where the dojo was concerned. She was and excellent student in all categories, not to mention her incredible flexibility and ability to learn a deliver, perfectly. Kim sure was something to be jealous of, and Jack couldn't wait until he could call her his own.
Jack gave her a wild smile, and grabbed a nearby stick they used to train with, he playfully hit her with it on side just below her hips. Kim's jaw dropped in playful surprise as she grabbed an equal weapon and the two began playfully fighting with each other. Soon the sticks were gone and the two were sparring with no weapons. It was playful and cute, and the pair continuously laughed the entire time, until Jack whipped out a kick to her ankles, taking Kim to the floor. She managed to grab him on her way down and he stuck his hands out next to her head to avoid landing on her. His lips were mere inches from her own, and the pair had become silent. Only their quick, hot breathing could be heard, as Jack closed the distance and pressed their bodies together. His lips touched her own and just like in books and the movies, Kim felt fireworks. Jack pulled away and looked into her deep blue eyes.
"Im sorry." Jack said and started to get up off her body. But Kim grabbed the clothing at his chest with a white knuckled grip and pushed him over so she was on top.
"Why?" Kim questioned as this time she sent the kiss.
It was their first kiss, and couldn't have been more perfect.
Jack was 12 years old and was practicing his karate tricks. His father had always told him, when in doubt, fight your way out, and that's what he did. He trained endlessly always wanting the approval he so desperately needed from his father. It never came, and his father only forced him into doing things he never would have done if it hadn't been for the yearning to be appreciated in the young boys heart.
The next day, Jack found himself on a "journey" with his father. That's what his father had always called it when the pair had to leave to somewhere strange and Jack would always end up seeing more people die than he could ever imagine. He was shown the harsh reality of the world at a young age, and from then on, his innocence was gone. He was a trained warrior.
That particularly journey struck a heart chord in Jack, it was the first time Jack realized what his father was doing was wrong. That's when he realized they needed to escape, that was the time Jacks father had done something so despicable, Jack didn't sleep for months. He was scarred and the naivety he used to know was demolished in rapid flames.
His father had forced himself upon a foreign woman, Jack tried to forget the memories, but every now and then, in a great time of stress, they would force their way to the front of Jacks mind until he couldn't refuse anymore and the dreadful memory would take over.
Jack would never forget the screams, and the wide eyes of the woman he had so brutally assaulted, and he never even apologized to Jack for making him watch it.
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