Grand Theft Auto: Cost of Revenge
Chapter 16 of my Grand Theft Auto story, now things take a dark turn.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Grand Theft Auto or its characters.
A Horrific Situation
Waking up the first thing Tracey noticed was that she was cold; the second was that she couldn't move.
"What the hell?" She mumbled.
She slowly opened her eyes, grimacing at the pain she felt as she did so.
'Holy shit, where the fuck am I, what's going on!?' She thought, panicked. 'Where...where's Franklin?'
Her breathing was getting out of control and she tried to calm herself. But it wasn't doing any good. Her surroundings offered her no comfort. She was seated in a chair in the middle of a room that could only be described as bland. The chair was in fact the only feature in the room, the rest of plain walls, floor and ceiling.
The reason she couldn't get up was completely clear now; she was strapped to the chair, her arms secured to the arm rests, her legs to the front legs and her torso the back.
To her relief she was still dressed in the grey yoga pants and white T-shirt she had been wearing, but she had lost her shoes and the clothes did little to keep the low temperature of the room out, explaining why she was cold. It was then she remembered.
'We were attacked, by some crazy military guys...we got in Franklin's car and drove off; but then another car hit us, that's the last I remember...' She now understood why she was in pain.
She must have sustained some small injuries from the crash, enough to hurt, but not be debilitating. She continued to fear for Franklin and wonder what was happening, why she was held captive.
It was then, suddenly the door to the room opened, startling her. She stared, wide-eyed and afraid as a man entered, he looked to be around 39, tall and muscular with crew-cut black hair, grey eyes, although the right one was apparently missing, going by the eyepatch covering it. He had fair skin and a vivid scar down the right side of his face.
'Oh fuck, oh, fuck no, no...' Tracey thought, panicked.
What scared her most was his uniform; she recognized it; from that crazy time when armed men broke into the home and held her and her mother hostage. This guy had to be from the same group. It was then she saw two more men, in the same uniform, departing from the room, having pushed a covered trolley into the room.
"So...Tracey De Santa." The man remarked; his voice was deep yet smooth and he sounded almost mocking with every single word. "What a pleasure to have you here as my...guest."
Tracey glowered; her anger momentarily overcoming her fear. "Guest, you kidnapped me you bastard, what did you do to Franklin, where is he, I..."
The man merely shook his head. "Mr. Clinton will be dealt with later; as will your father and Mr. Philips...they are all to pay for ruining me and my friends."
Tracey froze, shocked by this, but suddenly beginning to realize a horrible truth.
She was beginning to see that this was in fact a horrific revenge plot. The men that had attacked before; her father had clearly put a stop to them, aided by Trevor and Franklin; but some of them remained and were now seeking revenge, being led by this man standing before her.
"Now, I apologize dear girl; but we must attend to the formalities." He remarked.
Tracey shook her head and spat at him. "Fuck you; Dad stopped you once he can do it again."
The man didn't even react, except to dodge. "Very mature. I'm afraid your father is walking into something he can't walk out of and you will be the one to blame for his death. You see...he will be coming to save you, or so he thinks. But we'll be ready for him and of course we already have plans to deal with the other two."
Now the full horror of the situation hit Tracey; she was going to be bait to lure her father into a trap. Then the man threatening her suddenly pulled the sheet off the trolley and Tracey's terror spiked considerably; when she noted the rather cruel looking instruments on top of it, clearly intended for torture.
"As I said, dear girl, first, the formalities."
With that he gestured and picked up the first tool, while his men waiting just outside closed the door. Very soon afterwards the main sound that could be heard in the building was the agonized terrified screams of Tracey De Santa.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.