Chapter 14

Alex lay in the corner of the room. There wasn't an inch of her body that didn't hurt. She didn't know how much longer she would make it in here. She was positive her body couldn't handle another beating. And she probably ruined any chance of escaping. Mason would never let her trick him again.

The sound of vibrations met her ears. She sat up slowly, clutching her abdomen that protested her movement. Her eyes wandered the bare room, trying to solve where the sound was coming from. Her mind was clouded and the swelling in her right eye made her vision blurred. Then it hit her; Mason left the phone here. Her heart fluttered with anticipation. Adrenaline allowed her to crawl towards where her torn shirt lay and pulled it up, revealing the phone.

She felt like she was dreaming as she lifted the phone into her hands. The incoming call stopped. She glanced at the door anxiously before her trembling hands dialed 911. Her eyes remained glued to the door; her heart pounded in fear that Mason would appear in the doorway.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I-I was kidnapped." Alex stuttered.

"What is your name?"

"Alex Russo…Alexandra Russo. M-Mason Greyback broke into my house and t-took me I think like two or three days ago. I-I don't know how long has passed." Alex stammered. Oxygen flooded in and out of her lungs.

"Do you know your location?"

"N-no. He drugged me when he took me. I'm in an empty room…I think it might be underground, but I don't know." Alex rambled as her eyes continued to monitor the door.

"How old are you, Alex?"

"Seventeen."

"Do you know the number of the phone you are calling from?"

Alex closed her eyes for a moment. She didn't want to answer any more questions, she just wanted someone to get her out of this horrible place. "No. It's his phone. He dropped it and didn't realize. P-please help, it's only a matter of time before he comes back."

"I'm having trouble locating where you are. Can you give me any information about where you may be?"

"No." Alex cried. Her heart throbbed; she thought calling 911 would be an instant save. "H-he drugged me when he took me. One minute I was in my house and the next I was in this room. T-the floor is concrete and there are no windows. There's a small bathroom in the corner and the door that he comes through is always locked. H-he comes down stairs though."

"Okay, we're working on getting your location. My name is Amy. We're going to help you. Are you hurt, Alex?"

"Y-yes. I-I tried to take his keys and escape, but it didn't work, and he got really mad."

"Are you bleeding?"

Alex choked out a sob as she glanced down at the blood painted on her inner thighs. She brought her hand up to feel the bloody gash on her forehead. "Yes."

"Where are you bleeding, Alex? Are you bleeding a lot?"

"My forehead a little, my nose, and…d-down…between my legs."

"Okay, you're doing great, Alex. Just stay on the phone. We've gotten an idea of where you are, we are working on an exact location. You said the man that kidnapped you is Mason Greyback?"

"Y-yes." She nodded.

"Do you know if he has any weapons?"

"He had a gun when he broke into my house. I-I don't know if he has anything else." Alex froze when she heard the dreaded sound of footsteps descending the stairs. "Oh god, I hear him coming. He's going to kill me."

"Alex, stay on the phone with me. We are so close to getting your location. I need you to stay on the phone." Amy said urgently.

Alex held her breath as the door knob rattled. The door swung open. Alex let the phone slip from her grasp; it bounced to the floor with the operator calling out. Her eyes were wide with panic as Mason slammed the door shut behind him, his eyes narrowing at Alex and his jaw clenching. "What are you doing?"

Alex was paralyzed with fear as he stomped towards her.

"Mason, is that you?" Amy's voice echoed from the phone on the floor.

Mason's nostrils flared as he snatched the phone. "If you come here, I'll put a bullet through her head."

Alex swallowed back a sob as she watched him end the call. They hadn't found her exact location. Even if they found the general area she was in, she was nearly positive she wouldn't be breathing the time they got to her. She thought Mason was enraged before, but the state he was in now was on a completely other level. She inhaled sharply as he raised his fist, bracing herself for the impact. She whimpered softly as his fist crashed into her face, already bruised and aching from his prior abuse.

He held up the phone to her as the vein in his neck twitched. "You want to make some calls, huh? Okay, why don't we call Dean up?"

Alex blinked back tears as she watched Mason's fingers tap the numbers on the screen. Somehow her heart sped up and she was convinced if it beat any harder it would rip out of her chest. "N-no. Leave him out of this, please."

Mason clicked on the speaker button, letting the ring permeate the room. "I'm sure he would love to hear us making love."

Tears bled from her eyes as she shook her head frantically. Nausea tumbled in her stomach. "No! Please don't!"

"Hello." Dean's voice was husky with exhaustion.

"D-Dean, hang up! Don't listen to anything he tells you!" Alex shouted hysterically.

Dean's heart stopped for a moment at the sound of Alex's voice. "Alex, is that you?"

Alex closed her eyes when she heard Justin and her father shout in the background. She could only imagine how worried they must be, and it killed her that she couldn't communicate with them.

"Oh goodie, you're all there. Alex wanted to call you, Dean, to let you know that you two are officially done." The malicious gleam swimming in Mason's eyes made the fear coursing through Alex's body intensify.

"When I get my hands on you…" Dean growled. "Alex, where are you?"

"We were just about to make love and she wanted to call you to give you proof that she doesn't love you."

"Dean, please hang up." Alex pleaded desperately. She couldn't let him listen to what was about to happen.

"Keep your hands off her!" Dean shouted through gritted teeth.

"If you touch her, I will kill you with my own two hands!" Jerry screamed in the background.

"Too late." Mason snickered. There was a loud crash on the other end of the phone.

Alex had never heard Dean or her father so angry before. "Dean, you know I love you more than anything, please just hang up."

"I can't. I need to know you're okay. Are you hurt?" Dean's voice shook. There were whispers in the background, but Alex couldn't make out what was being said.

"I'm…I'm fine." She choked out unconvincingly. "I love you."

Mason grunted before he backhanded Alex across the face. "You don't love him, you love me!"

"Alex!" Dean gasped. The crack of skin meeting skin was unmistakable.

"I'm going to show you how much you love me." Mason popped the button open on his jeans, slid them down his waist, and kicked them off.

"No, please." Alex shook her head as tears streamed down her bruised cheeks. She slid herself backwards slowly. She couldn't handle anymore; her body hurt too much.

Mason flung off his boxers and knelt down. He latched onto her swollen ankle and pulled her back towards him. He shoved her onto her back and straddled her waist. The pressure of his weight on her body sent shocks of pain through every inch of her body. A sob erupted from Alex's lips.

"Alex!" Dean called out. It was killing him that he knew Mason was doing something to her and he was completely helpless. "Get away from her!"

"Dean, please just hang up." Alex begged distraughtly. She swallowed back her cry as Mason began tearing at the flesh on her neck with his teeth. He started to trail down to her breasts.

"I'll kill her if you hang up." Mason threated as his nails scraped down her stomach.

"I'm not hanging up." Dean replied shakily.

Alex squeezed her eyes shut as silent tears oozed from them. What Mason was doing to her was awful and having Dean listen to it only multiplied the brutality of his torture. She clenched her jaw as she felt Mason's hands pushing at her bruised thighs. There was no point in trying to fight anymore. There was no way out; he was more than double her size and strength, he would undoubtfully outrun her with the countless injuries she sustained, and there was no place to really run. Fighting would only lead to more pain and she needed to stay as quiet as possible for Dean's sake.

Alex inhaled sharply when Mason entered her forcefully. She swallowed back the scream rising in her throat. Mason grunted as his hands found her throat. "Oh, Alex you feel so good."

"You son of a bitch!" Dean screamed. He was physically sick fully aware of what was going on at the other end of the phone. The girl he loved more than anything, more than life itself, was being tortured in the worst way possible and he had to listen to it with absolutely no way to stop it.

"This is what it's like to be with a real man." Mason taunted.

"Please stop." Alex whispered, but it fell on deaf ears. She could feel her wounds splitting open with each thrust.

"Say you like it." Mason demanded. He roughened his assault when she remained silent and his hand squeezed her throat. "Say it!"

"I…I like it." Alex choked out. Shame erupted within her. The severity of the psychological torment matched the physical abuse.

"That's right." Mason grinned. "Tell me you want it rough."

"Stop." Alex pleaded, earning a punch to the abdomen.

"Say it." He growled.

"I want it rough." She muttered. The humiliation multiplied. A pained cry escaped her lips as he somehow became rougher.

"Leave her alone!" Dean shouted. The helplessness was unbearable. He couldn't help but feel as though he was failing her. The powerlessness, anger, and pain strengthened with every groan from Mason, every whimper from Alex, every second that passed that he knew was another second his girlfriend had to endure pain and suffering.

A startling bang met their ears. Mason froze above Alex. Footsteps descended the stairs, growing louder with each passing second. Mason swore beneath his breath. "Shit."

"Alex, the police are there. You're going to be okay." Dean reassured.

Relief washed over Alex. Help was finally here. "Hel…"

Mason shoved his hand over Alex's mouth, muffling her scream. She whipped her head from side to side in an attempt to remove his hand from her mouth. Mason stood suddenly and sent a hard kick to Alex's ribcage. She whimpered, curling into herself. He pulled up his pants in one swift motion, grabbed Alex by her hair, and forced her onto her feet. Black spots danced in Alex's vision. The only think keeping her standing was Mason's tight grip around her. He dragged her towards the bathroom. Her heart hammered in her chest. What was he doing? Did he have some kind of escape route?

The banging on the door increased as the police tried to break it down. Mason threw open the bathroom door and stepped inside with Alex. He moved a towel to reveal a locked safe. He quickly typed in the code and it popped open. Alex closed her eyes when she saw the gun lying in the safe. Just like that the hope was crushed.

The door slammed open. Multiple police dispersed into the room with their weapons drawn. Mason pulled his gun out and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Drop your weapon and put your hands in the air!"

The gun was suddenly pressed Alex's temple as Mason tightened his hold around Alex's neck. "If you come any closer, I'll put a bullet through her head."

Tears tumbled down Alex's bruised cheeks. She couldn't help but feel like this was the end. There was no doubt that Mason would follow through with his threats. Time and time again he acted upon them. There was no way he was going succumb to the police officers. The only way Alex imagined this ending was with the trigger being pulled against her temple.

"You don't want to do that. Drop the weapon." One of the officers commanded as he inched forward with his gun aimed at Mason. "Let her go. You can get off easy if she walks out of here alive."

"Alex! What's going on?" Dean's voiced echoed distraughtly from the phone lying on the floor.

"Shut up!" Mason's screamed, his eyes wild with rage. He shuffled towards the door. "You're not taking her! She's mine!"

A deafening crack exploded within the room. Alex felt Mason's grip disappear as he dropped to the floor with a thud, grunting as he grasped the wound on his shoulder, sputtering with blood. Alex collapsed to the floor beside him, unable to stand on her feet. The room was spinning, and her mind felt woozy; she couldn't process the events unfolding around her. Officers were talking, but she couldn't make out their words. A startled yelp left her lips when she felt a tight grasp encircle her ankle and she made an effort to crawl away, but her body disobeyed her. Within seconds officers were pouncing on Mason, dragging him away from Alex, and escorting him out in handcuffs.

A man was suddenly hovering over Alex and she became very aware of the fact that she was naked in front of nearly a dozen emergency responders. She whimpered softly as she attempted to cover her body. "Alex, my name is Jason. I'm going to help you, okay? I need you to stay as still as possible, so you don't make any of your injuries worse, okay?"

"O-okay." Alex whispered. Her entire body ached, and her head pounded. She was trembling uncontrollably, and she wasn't sure if it was from fear or cold; probably a combination of both.

"Me and the other paramedics are going to quickly lift you on your side and place a board underneath you to stabilize your spine. I know this is probably scary, but try to stay still and not fight us, okay? We're going to help you."

"Okay." Alex repeated unevenly. Multiple hands were suddenly grabbing at her. Her entire body tensed, and she fought the urge to lash out. She released the breath she didn't know she was holding when the hands left her lying on her back on a long board. A brace was placed over her neck followed by an oxygen mask.

"You're doing great. I'm going to place some pads between your legs to help the bleeding." Jason warned before performing the action, causing Alex to flinch. A warm blanket was thrown over her and she cherished the warmth and protection it brought. "We're going to bring you out to the ambulance and transport you to the hospital."

Alex struggled to focus on the paramedic. So much had unraveled in the past half hour and the pain, fear, and shock only seemed to worsen things. Her eyelids grew heavy and she heard someone urging her to keep them open. Cold air tickled her nose as she drifted in and out of a delirious haze. The sound of the ambulance doors shutting was the last sound to meet her ears before she surrendered to the darkness.

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