Grand Theft Auto: Cost of Revenge

Chapter 22 of my Grand Theft Auto story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Grand Theft Auto or its characters.

Horror and Dismay

Tracey moaned through her gag. She was sure she had blacked out after getting her ear cut off. Waking up however, things were worse as she felt the chill and realized the horrible truth.

'No, they, he...bastard.' She thought in a panic.

But it was sadly true. Her captors had stripped her naked, leaving her to be humiliated. Worse she couldn't cover herself as she was now chained up, her arms above her head, suspended from a hook on the ceiling. She had been moved to a different room.

Chains circled her legs at the ankles and knees, far too tight and cutting into her skin. She moaned again, trying to struggle, but her torment had left her feeling weak, light-headed, she wasn't sure what to expect next, she was just sure that it wouldn't be good.

She couldn't understand how she was still alive and didn't know how much more she could take. It was at that moment the door to her room opened and she squirmed, trying in vain to cover her naked body.

"Ah good, awake again." The leader of her kidnappers drawled. "It's about time...we have another issue to deal with, involving you."

"Fhgg nhh." She spat through her gag.

Shaking his head the man sighed. "It's truly regrettable, that your father has to meddle in things and made this worse for you."

"Whht...?"

The man gave a dark smirk at that, which made Tracey's skin crawl, more then the other soldiers in the room who were watching her naked body intently.

Walking up close to her, the leader leaned in close, his voice venomous.

"Your father just couldn't leave us to carry on our mission. Saving your pathetic boyfriend from the hospital and ruining our vengeance...despite knowing we have you in our clutches."

"Frhnglnn." She gasped; suddenly hope blooming in her chest.

"Oh don't be foolish, there will be no rescue, girl. Nobody knows where you are and we cannot be found." The man remarked. "Now, since your father ruined another of our plans; it is time for you to suffer."

Tracey panicked; now realizing the truth. "Whht, nh, NH!"

But it was no good, the other men closed in and soon she felt them groping her and heard one of them picking up something from a nearby work bench.

"NHHHHHHH!" She screamed.

A cry of pain replaced her scream as the whip lashed her back, instantly she felt blood. She then became dimly aware, through the pain as her torments continued, of the leader on his phone.

"You are making mistake, after mistake, Michael De Santa." The man said.

Tracey heard her father's voice. "The only person who has made a mistake around here is you. You don't belong here anymore, you should..."

The man cut him off. "You ruined me and my friend, now I am simply claiming long overdue vengeance. You forget I still have the advantage, your errors were to try and ruin my plans...Don't know if you noticed, but one of my men slipped something into your pocket as you left the hospital."

There was a long silence until suddenly, from the other end of the phone, shouts of consternation could be heard and Tracey knew now where her severed ear had gone.

Laughing darkly the man then spoke.

"I hope Franklin, should they both live through this, finds Tracey just as attractive when she's missing something like...an ear."

"YOU SICK FUCK!" Michael yelled.

The man laughed again. "Ah no, this is just business, not pleasure. Now, you've ruined my plans yet again, getting Franklin Clinton away from the hospital, so, just as I did when you stopped my men taking your son...I now have to make your daughter...suffer."

It was then Tracey screamed as she was struck, harder than ever before.

"Well, more than she is already." He added. "You have until midnight tomorrow, Mr. De Santa, you will be given a location then and you will come...and this will be settled."

With that the man hung up and turned to his men.

"Break some fingers, we'll remove them later...add in some...other injuries too." He demanded. "This girl...suffers for her father's actions."

With that he stalked off, leaving Tracey screaming and praying for the nightmare to end as his men got to work torturing her.

End of chapter, this is the last time we see Tracey suffer like this, since what follows next is...well, wait and see. Read and review please.