Of Him and Her
Chapter 5 – Of their Capture
"Whom do you work for?" A giant Latino-looking man with a scar through the right half of his hideous face asked, taking a seat in front of her on a stool.
"I work in advertisement." She answered, trying to untie her hands behind her back.
"Whom do you work for?" The man asked again.
"I already told you." Zhen replied, calm, her face still, eyes emotionless.
"And I didn't believe you." He stood up and made his way closer to the Asian woman in a long silk black dress with her haired joined up. "You'd better tell me the truth, Asian Barbie, or I'm gonner make it very painful for you."
She looked up right into his eyes, never fixing her gaze on a marked skin:
"I told you everything."
He stared back, not blinking:
"Jose!"
Another man looked up from the place behind the door where he was standing all through the conversation.
"Get the tools."
Zhen's eyes flicked for a split second right at the moment the man that only minutes ago was introduced as Jose stepped back into the dark room with a black box in his hands.
Yes…the mission didn't go exactly as they planned…
He was restless. And it wasn't because of a cold dark cell that surrounded him with its wet walls covered with now creamy dust. It was because the terrorists that they were supposed to get the information from took her more then an hour ago. Knowing how cruel, brutal the Latinos are, an hour is a lot…
When Declan's thoughts once again trailed to his partner, the steel door opened and bruised Zhen with bloody bottom lip and an eye was thrown in, dress torn and no shoos on.
"Zhen…" Declan fell on his knees, taking a hold of young woman completely covered with blood.
"Ah…" A whisper of pain. "Careful…"
It was only then that the Irishman acknowledged the probably cracked ribs.
"Damn…" He muttered, helping the bruised agent, carrying her to the wall.
Minutes later he was sitting on a stone floor, his back to the wall, head titled.
"When we get out of hear, I promise those brats are going to get what they deserve." Declan said quietly, looking down, her head peacefully on his lap.
She chuckled, although it was obvious that the movement was painful for her.
"If…" She coughed with blood, spilling on her cheek. "You mean, if we get out…"
"No, I mean when…" He repeated, brushing the blood away with his palm.
Time. It's such a questionable category. For some time passes slowly. For others it's never enough. For Zhen it felt like time didn't exist at all.
A gentle movement brought her back to reality. She looked up yet again to see Declan subconsciously stroke her raven hair. And although they were in a stone cage somewhere in the west Porto-Rico with a little chance for rescue, she felt better, she felt at ease.
He felt her tense and looked down to see her try to change into a sitting position. He reached his hand to help her up. And she did sit, coping his position, but that followed with another explosion of blood from her mouth.
"Shit…" She whispered, removing it with her trembling hand.
"Let me see your ribs." Declan said, positioning himself in front of her.
Zhen nodded, letting him feel the cracked ribs under the material, making a sound that indicated the sore parts.
"Never…ah…thought it's gonna end up like that…" Zhen murmured, her eyes getting even more fogged with every second.
"No, no." Declan sat back next to her, putting a hand on her face, cupping her cheek. "it's not the end. Luther and Ethan will break us out of here."
"Why are you doing this?" She asked, her voice shaking.
"Doing what?" His Irish accent thick.
"Comforting me…being like this…" Zhen responded, weak.
"I don't know." He lied, even though he understood she knew that, caressing her cheek all the while.
"You do…" Another whisper.
His breath was hot on her lips. Only an inch apart.
They both stopped as all of a sudden the iron door opened to reveal the same man that "talked" to the Asian only a couple hours ago.
"Take him." He ordered with the harsh voice of his to the two men behind him.
As Declan was pulled away from her and taken in the other direction, Zhen felt as if a peace of her heart was ripped away as well. She heard her own feeble, frail voice from afar, whispering something among the lines of 'no, don't', but then she sink into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness, plain and simple…
