New Order
Disclaimer in chapter 1.
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Despair.
She had gone through a whole range of emotions over the last several hours, fear, anger, terror, disgust, none of them very nice emotions, but now the only one she could feel was a hopeless despair, which was eating at her soul and leaving her feel cold.
Cold on the inside that is. She was bloody frozen physically, lying naked in this frigid room, the damp, musty mattress was leaching the heat from her, her only covering was the duct tape covering her eyes, mouth, and binding her wrists and ankles. She had curled into a foetal ball, trying desperately to keep some of her body heat to herself. But the cold in her stomach came from a much deeper place.
He was dead. She choked back a sob, she had already cried until her eyes stung, the piece of rag under the duct tape was soaked with her salty tears which had no where else to go. He was gone, before she had even had the chance to tell her boys about him.
The guilt ate at her, it had been her idea to keep their relationship secret from the team, she had worried that her boys would disapprove of her relationship with the boss, so she had kept him as her dirty little secret, pretending he was just another colleague, when he was so much more to her. She hadn't set out to become involved with him, in fact until they had put away John Felsham, she had pretty much had the same view of him as they had, but then she had agreed to go for a drink with him, just one drink, but that's all it took for her to see a whole new side to him, a side which she had fallen for completely. One drink had led to a dinner, then more, until they were practically living together. And yet, she still hadn't told her boys about him, about the most important person in her life. Six months now they had been together, half a year which had changed her life and made her feel more loved and secure than she had felt since she was a child.
And now he was gone. She couldn't wipe the images from her mind, the thug hitting her lover from behind as he fought like a lion to get to her, the dull thud as he fell, and the maniacal laughter as the thug stamped on him, again and again.
The blood. It had been everywhere, she had managed to fight her way free from the grasp of the bastard who had a hold of her, she had run to her love, her heart shattering as she saw his unmoving body, the blood soaking the carpet around his head. The thug had dragged her away, hitting her several times, but her fury had kicked in and she had given him a hard time, until he had slammed her head into a wall, that was the last thing she could remember.
She had woken up in this room, already bound, gagged and blindfolded. She could hear voices, some distance away, but nobody had bothered with her. She had waited, listened, but nobody had come. She had no idea why she was here, she had racked her brain, trying to make some kind of sense of it, but her mind kept on wandering, back to the evening before, when she had been laying in the arms of her lover, bathing in the afterglow of their lovemaking, his soft, clipped voice whispering to her as she had fallen asleep in his arms, then the sight of his lifeless body, his blood on her hands where she had reached for him.
She hadn't reckognised any of the men who had broken into her house, she had racked her memory, trying to piece together why this had happened, what they wanted. Nothing, she couldn't think of one single reason why she was in this room. Why they had killed Rob.
Rob, her Rob. She suddenly realised that she couldn't curl up and die, she had to live, so that she could see the bastards who killed the one man who had made her feel like she was complete get what they deserved. The despair gave way to determination, and she steeled herself against the cold and pain.
Oh yes, she would make them pay dearly.
