Disclaimer: Except for Rose and I'm going to put the mentioning of SARAH in the next chapter.
Chapter 7!
THIRD POV:
It was only one more day before the exchange of the money and couple would happen. Riley was rocking an unconscious Rose in his arms feeling as hurt and almost as violated as the girl herself felt. Almost. But he was slowly coming out of it. He was realizing what had been done, had been done, and couldn't be undone. Riley could feel Rose twitch every five to ten minutes or so and soon was out himself, as her spasms slowed and drifted further and further apart until they were pretty much gone.
Later while the two were unconscious and asleep Ian and Co. (ha-ha?) came down stairs tying the two to chairs quite securely. Ian had someone retrieve a particular device; for one thing he'd been wanting to do especially to Poole for a while now. As he waited he smirked, growing impatient for the two to wake up and face their torture.
Rose swung her head up, all too quickly as she startled awake gasping, though it burned to send the particles of thick musty air down her throat. Her eyes grew terrified, focusing in on a smug Ian Howe in front of her. Clearly he had something in store for the two of them. She resisted the urge to nudge Riley awake, knowing that the torture and pain would begin as soon as he awoke. Apparently Ian didn't care. He started without Riley. "Hello Rose. Have a nice nap, there? I'm sure you did." He still seemed smug as ever as she thrashed only once to get out of the tight bonds holding her to the chair. "Ah!" She cried out lightly in pain as the ropes burned her skin with blisters and calluses.
"I know you're wondering what's happening here. But let me be the first to tell you it won't be pleasant." He muttered grabbing her throat straining it up, forcing her face to come within inches of his own. "Shaw! Get me the knives." Ian never once took his eyes off the girl in front of him. She shuddered knowing this would likely be the end of life itself for her. At least maybe he'd spare Riley; she thought optimistically knowing she was wrong for even thinking that. Rosalie's breathing quickened, and Ian noticed.
"Oh, don't worry, love. It'll be over in an hour. Maybe it will all be over…" He promised.
"Don't…have t-to…" She cried hanging her head once more as Shaw came around with the knives. They didn't look right…they had…Rose swallowed the cry struggling to get out in her throat. They had a glowing red tint to them. "I think I do, love."
"It's said that it burns right through flesh. Tell me if it's true." He added before slashing across her bare shoulder causing the flesh to break anyways and blood to pour out. Rosalie screamed in pain, holding back a cry of bloody murder. Riley's head shot up the minute she opened her mouth to scream, hearing the sizzling hot metal against Rose's soft cool skin. "STOP IT! Get that off her! NOW!" Riley screamed. Ian turned on the young man, slashing the hot knife across Riley's face. "No!" Rosalie yelled tears threatening in her eyes. "AGH!" Riley cried as Ian stabbed his right calf. "Please stop hurting him!" Rose tried to lean towards Riley but two men held her throbbing callusing shoulders back restraining her from Riley. Whoever was holding Rose made a silent threat by putting a burning knife to her throat for her to stop squirming. She continued to cry now begging for Ian to stop. He slashed her face turning on her angrily. "Shut! UP!" He yelled heatedly at her. She whimpered, leaning back as he got in her face. "L-leave…" Rose decided it may be best if she didn't remind him of Riley. "Come on, love. Say it. I dare you." Ian inched closer with each word the men holding Rose shifted over to holding Riley in place. "I-I…"
He didn't let her finish. He brushed his thumb across her lips making her feel fearful and horribly awkward. "Y-you don't have to m-mess-s with u-us." Her voice faltered. "You'll have y-your-r mon-money t-tomorrow."
"Oh, but Rose I still need to have my fun with you. Sitting around in jail for a year, giving me a false clue and getting away with the treasure…so much you need to pay for that money can't." He made his point brushing his lips across Rosalie's. "You-you c-can't do-o Th-that…" She stammered. "I think I can." This time Ian brought the knife down upon her chin lifting her face with it. "LEAVE US ALONE!" Riley screamed, as Rose cried out when the burning knife came in contact with her face. With that Ian punched the techie, and smirked at Rose. "Poor, little Riley might not make it, pity isn't it?"
"Go to Hell." Rose rasped. "Naughty, naughty Rose. Language like that could get you in deep waters." Ian finished yanking the girl's hair harshly, and she bit back another cry.
He undid the ropes binding them to the chair leaving their captives' hands tied. Rose's breathing got out of control and she started to hyperventilate, getting dizzier with each breath. "R-Ril-ley-ey." She stuttered. "W-we h-h-ha-a-a-v-ve t-to g-get-t ou-u-t." She finished. "Rose, stay awake." Riley whispered also dizzying from loss of blood from his calf. "We can get through this. We will get through this. I promise you, sweetheart. I'll always protect you." He vowed. "I…" She couldn't finish her breathing was amazingly rapid and she couldn't take it. "Riley I love you, and you love me. Tell me we'll get married someday."
"I promise. Rose will you-?"
"Yes."