ABRIELLE'S POV

My head was aching as blood fell down my face, my whole body screaming at me to just pick the handcuffs and leave this freaking place. It had been a good week since I had officially been kidnapped, and the torture had already begun. I had been punched to the face, cut, and even had a knife slice up various parts of my body just for the fun of it. In fact, I was pretty positive I had a broken rib or two and a slight amount of internal bleeding, not to mention the bruises and the cuts littering my whole body. I mean to be fair, I expected much worse at this point, but just the simple fact that she was torturing me and not talking was what irritated me to no end. It was sooooooo annoying, and extremely tedious. I wanted information from her, information I could get whilst in a 'vulnerable' position such as this one. Yet, she's not talk to me, not once. All she's done is send her little friend of hers to hurt me. Not that I minded one bit, after all I was supposed to seem 'broken' like any other normal human would be in this position. I had to seem like I wasn't a threat so Shan would trust me, give her a false sense of security so I could perfectly execute my plan and end the Black Lotus gang once and for all. All I had to do now was wait.

"Tell me what you know about Sherlock Holmes!" I heard her scream from the farther end of the tunnel, walking closer and closer to where I was sitting, my lips curling up into a smile at the sound of her voice. She was talking, better yet she was interested in Sherlock. I waited, her heels clicking on the gravel until she finally stood directly in front of me. I looked right into her eyes, my eyes gleaming with fire and finally with a definite voice I told her one word, and one word only …

"No."

She screamed at me in frustration, grabbing the knife from before and dragged it down my forehead making the cut on my head larger, a searing pain running through my veins and making me feel more alive. She thought she could break me, tear me down piece by piece by causing me pain. However, what she didn't know is that pain had quite the opposite effect on me. It made me feel awake. It told me that I was a living breathing human, and it was not something I feared. Shan thought she could break me via torture, but she was wrong, oh so wrong. She'd never break me. Never.

"Just tell me something about Mr. Holmes, and then this will all be over." She stated, pulling the knife out of my skull, allowing for blood to flow down my head like a crimson waterfall. I opened my mouth, the metallic taste pouring as my mouth as I replied …

"No."

"Just tell me!" She screeched, throwing the knife to the floor as she had what appeared to be a toddler tantrum. Clearly, she didn't know me as well as she thought she did. I would never tell her. This was Sherlock Holmes we were talking about, the man I cared about with all my being. Someone I'd give my life to safe. Sherlock was someone I loved, and there was no way I'd tell one of my enemies anything about him. He was under my protection and I vowed to protect him with every fiber of my being. He was under my protection, and that meant one thing and one thing only: no one would touch a hair on his head or else they'd have to go through me, and going through the phoneix meant instant death to anyone who dared. I'd never tell them anything about Sherlock or so help me I'd kill myself.

"Never." I stated, glaring at the woman that I called my enemy. She growled, her eyes holding anger as she punched me as hard as she possibly could in the gut. I winced, my breath leaving my body for a second as I coughed up blood, lurching forward to spit it straight on the woman's shoes. She looked at me, crinkling up her face in disgust as she quickly proceeded to take her shoes of, handing them to one of her several slaves.

"You may be wise, but I'm much more intelligent and I know that humans break eventually. The question is when will you break?" She questioned, choosing to ignore the fact that I had literally just vomited blood onto her leather shoes ruining them forever. Not to mention, she thought she could actually break me, which was actually quite funny.

"I have no weakness Shan. You have no leverage, so how could I ever break?" I replied, smirking at her.

"Everyone has someone they want to keep safe. Everyone has their pressure point, Feng Hui. I'll find yours soon enough!" She stated, turning her back to me and slowly walking away. She thought she could hurt me, she thought she knew my fears, my weaknesses, things that would make me talk, but she had nothing on me. She knew nothing. She was just an idiotic human with delusions of power. She thought she was in charge, she thought I was just some measly weakling she had kidnapped that would tell her everything she wanted to know because she put a few bruises and cuts on my body. Well, she certainly had another thing coming. I wasn't just some damsel in distress that couldn't take care of herself. I was a strong woman that hurt anyone that hurt me back. I was Abrielle Watson and god help anyone that disrespected me. I was a queen with power over anyone and anything, and she was my pawn. Soon enough she'd regret every single thing she'd ever done to me. Soon she'd regret trying to find anything out about Sherlock Holmes. She thought she was safe with her crappy handcuffs and her guards but she was wrong, I was Abrielle Watson … the feng hui, the wise phoenix. I was Abrielle Watson, and no one hurt the people I loved. I was a phoenix, and I was rising from the ashes. I was a phoenix and soon I'd attack to kill.