Hey! Here I am again, bringing you Chapter Seven of Captured :) I'm not sure about this chapter, I think my plot has kind of become rather weak, but oh well. I was up writing this last night when I should have been sleeping, but I wanted to finish it, because of some of the lovely reviews I got :) They really do motivate me.
Anyway, I'll shutup now, and let you read :) Review if you have time please :)
I awoke in the early hours of the morning – or so I guessed, seeing as there was no clock, and no windows – by the harsh sound of a slamming door. My eyes flicked open immediately, to see another thin plastic tray sitting on the ground in front of where my body lay, still wrapped in Robs warm embrace. This tray held just one cup of the same dirty water. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the way my empty stomach groaned painfully in hunger.
Rob was awake too, and his grip around my waist tightened, as he began planting gentle kisses down the side of my neck. "It's going to be alright," he whispered, his lips moving against my delicate skin, and I felt a stab of sadness – the guy was obviously in denial.
I gripped his hand tighter, and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his soft lips against my neck. Each kiss lingered on my skin, sending burning tendrils of desire through my body. I suppressed a soft moan, as his lips traced up and down side of my neck, and the fine, downy hair on my arms rose with his touch. His hand slowly rubbed up and down the length of my waist, and a small shudder shook through my body, as my skin suddenly became more aware of the comforting way his body was pressed up against mine, feeling his hard, muscular chest pushed against by back.
I lay there for a minute, on the uncomfortable mattress, enjoying his pleasant, gentle touches, until Rob stopped, and, sitting up, eyed the thin tray. "You should drink something," he stated, leaning across me to reach for the cup of dirty water. I sat up too, and turned to face him. I reached out to slowly take the cup he was holding out to me, and gulped down a mouthful. It was a relief to feel the cold, wet liquid running down my aching throat, relieving me of the dryness in my mouth. I guzzled down half of the water, and then held the cup back out to Rob. He tried to push the cup back in my direction, urging me to drink the rest of it, but I just held it back out to him with a firm hand, and fixed my hard gaze on to his eyes, until, sighing, he took the cup from me and gulped down the remaining water.
Satisfied that we had shared the water fairly, I tiredly stretched my arms out above my head, waking my muscles, ready for the day ahead of me.
Rob watched me intently as I did this, keeping his face calm and neutral, trying not to let me see the emotion and distraught he was feeling, but it was no use – the sadness in his eyes was as clear as glass. My heart ached for some way to stop the distress this was putting him through, but my brain failed in thinking up a plan. I could see absolutely no way out of this mess.
I reached to hold one of his warm hands in two of mine, stroking it slowly, and looked up at his face, letting a small smile appear on my face. His lips mirrored mine, smiling weakly back at me, but the sadness in his eyes remained.
We sat in silence for a while, thinking things over, until I heard the dreaded sound of footprints coming from behind the door, and the beat of my heart suddenly sped up, each breath becoming shallow and quick. I held on to Rob, trying to focus on the warmth of his big hand, rather than the reality of what was going to happen today.
I heard the faint click as a key slid into the keyhole, and twisted, unlocking the door. The door swung open, to reveal Azar, and two other large men, brandishing the same large black guns we had seen here yesterday.
"It's time," Azar announced in a loud voice, before turning and nodding to the two men behind him, who walked towards us with their big guns, and pulled me and Rob up off the mattress. "Follow me," ordered Azar, as the two men prodded us with their guns, urging us to walk. I hesitated, looking at Rob, who was still being dragged up by one of the large men, until I was poked in the back again with the frighteningly large gun.
"Alright, alright," I complained loudly, "I'm going, calm down!" The man just stared back at me, with an unimpressed, hard expression on his face, before nodding forwards again, urging me to walk. I slowly fell into step beside Rob, letting the man drag me along by my arm, keeping his gun pointed at my body. The hallway was dark, lit only by a few dim bulbs, buzzing quietly above our heads. The cold air whipped against my face, stinging again at the cut on my head. My legs shook as I walked, but I focused on moving them at a steady pace, one foot after another. The hallway was narrow, and I had to brush up against one of the walls so that I could walk beside Rob. It was rough and scratchy in some places, and it scraped at my arm as I brushed against it, but I chose to ignore it.
A brighter light shone from the end of the long hallway, accompanied by sets of low mumbles, all slurring together into one big cacophony of noise.
We reached the end of the hallway, and I stared at the large door, hanging open, as if waiting for our arrival. The light was much brighter, and I stared through the door into the huge room, which was filled with an uncountable number of men, all talking and shouting loudly over one another. I took a few shaky steps forwards into the room, looking cautiously around me, as a few of the men stopped talking, and turned to stare. Azar coughed loudly, making our presence clear, and the rest of the men suddenly silenced, turning to look at me, their eyes all filled with the same burning hatred.
I focused on keeping my feet moving at the same steady pace, keeping my shoulders straight and my head high – refusing to give them the satisfaction of my seeing my fear. Azar guided us to the front of the room, greeting a few of the seated men with a nod as we passed. It was only when I turned around to face all of the large men that I realised that Rob had been stopped at the side of the room, and was now being guarded by two armed men.
The man who had been prodding me with the gun was now positioned on the opposite side of the room, still focused on me, keeping his gun raised in my direction. Only me and Azar stood at the front of the room, and I looked out at the crowd of men who's vengeful gazes were all fixated on me.
Someone in the crowd of people threw something towards me, and I ducked out of the way as it narrowly missed my head and smacked into the wall behind me. There was a small groan of disappointment, and a few shouts erupted from the men in front of me.
Azar walked over to the side of the room, and whispered something into a man's ear. I felt very vulnerable, left standing before all these men, and I stole a quick look at Rob, who was wearing an expression so filled with hopelessness and panic that it could have broken even the coldest of hearts.
I looked back to Azar, who was now walking back towards me, clasping a large, sharp knife. I blanched immediately, cold hard fear gripping my heart, and I suppressed the urge to run from the room. But Azar grabbed me quickly, and the shouts from the crowd grew louder.
Azar reached for my arm, gripping it tightly, and flipped it over, exposing the delicate skin of my forearm, and slowly reached out to hold the knife above it. The shouts grew even louder, and I recognised the sound of Rob's voice underneath all the noise. Only his shouts were not out of hatred or revenge.
I glanced quickly at him, and saw him struggling against the two large men, trying desperately to get free.
Azar placed the tip of the knife against my skin, pricking it slightly, and then with one, quick stab, slid the sharp knife deep into my arm.
A piercing scream slipped out from my mouth, and I felt my warm blood begin to flow out from the deep cut, and trickle down my arm, towards my wrist and down my fingers, falling in little droplets onto the floor.
The crowd erupted, the noise of their shouts filling the room. Rob was shouting frantically, still struggling against the two large men who stopped him from getting anywhere near me.
"Mastriani!" he roared. "Stop it! Leave her alone!"
I forced back the cold tears forming in my eyes, and bit my lip, feeling the excruciating pain burn though the length of my forearm, trying desperately not to let another scream slip out.
My breathing was shallow, coming out in quick puffs, and I focused on trying to slow it. Azar grabbed me again, pulling me against him, and held the sharp knife to my throat.
"Jess!" Rob cried.
I closed my eyes, waiting for the next jolt of pain to come burning from my neck. I felt the point of the knife press into my throat, and bit down hard on my lip, tensing my body as I waited for the agony to come.
But instead of the feeling of intense pain, I instead heard the loud slam of a door, followed by the sound of frantic footprints suddenly filling the room. My eyes immediately flicked open, to discover that, waiting on the other side of the room to me, were hundreds of police and FBI agents, spilling in quickly through the open door, armed with huge guns and protective shields.
The crowd fell dead with silence for a split second -not able to believe what their eyes saw- before jumping up from their seats and erupting into a cacophony of shouts.
And then the deafening screech of gunshots filled the room.
Well, there you go :) Review if you have time! And, I'll probably write Chapter Eight over the weekend, as I don't have many other plans for once, :) So it will either be up over the weekend or like early next week. Depends on how many reviews I get ;) Hahaha. Thanks, x