Without A Trace
In Deep
Part 1
By: Jen (& completely different from my first attempt) Danny this chapter opening up to father/son story & D/S romance if ok‼!
The sound alerts me first. Bringing me slowly back to consciousness as I with great difficulty open my hazel eyes finding myself in a half twilight world as I focus on the sound aware its dripping water and the realisation. I am deep underground somewhere.
As I slowly swallow feeling, the blood that still runs freely down the side of my left temple from the deep wound there my senses beginning to home in on the fact. That I am hand- cuffed from above in this half darkness, with this cell or crypt being old, small, cramped, and inescapable.
With that thought not helping me any as I try to get my gaze to again re-adjust with little success pulling hard on what bines me and it is of no use, as I try to conserve what little energy I have the cold dampness seeping into me.
My soul unable to fight against it and the knowledge the throbbing from my left temple telling me so that I have been out for hours and I am entirely alone here as my thoughts finely make one sound judgement.
That it had been quick. My assailant knowing what he was doing and I had not seen him, the blow coming from behind, and the underlying fact I had not made it into work that I had got as far as to the my car and no further.
As I give a silent cry into the air, aware that, my watch is still on me as a cold sweat descends from my forehead. Remembering when my parents died the guilt and feeling of helplessness then and the knowledge I am about to die know.
With no one coming to safe me, that the team I am part off will never find me before its, to late as I try and judge the time and its more than likely darkness outside this tomb with my background giving me something.
That wherever I am is old and off the map with there, likely being more than one of these crypts even, if I am the only living soul in them as I slowly lean my head back remembering Sam that one night something just over a week past.
As I smile despite myself remembering her touch, the look in her eyes and after Elena the one woman who I could never get close to had finely let me in, my head now bowing and like Martin, I now knew how it felt to be turned, down by her.
My lower lip biting as I feel what binds me tightening with my every action to counteract it as I again try to break free, the steel biting further in as I cry in pain my head ringing again as my focus distorts forcing my to lie still.
Feeling my every heartbeat the dryness of my throat the sound of the water making it worse nausea combining to it as well with the cramped small space spiralling before blurring again unconsciousness, being a better option and something I half wish I had not come back from.
With how I have felt towards Samantha not changing either or ever likely to with the arms length that we have always kept meaning nothing now as I sigh deeply. Not wanting to give up the fight and I have no further clues to how I got here.
Only the sinking certainty that my wallet, keys, and mobile phone are all long gone and the further instinct that I am still within New York only to no part I have been to before as I manage a half crouch position. Unable to rise, any further the stone above not much, higher up as I shiver the darkness creeping into my soul.
The hand-cuffs unyielding above as I fall back again digging for breath knowing I have made enough enemies in my time, my change in name not completely covering my deeper past and in the broader stream.
Taking an FBI agent not mattering what rank was always a useful pawn as I try and remember the figure, the shadow I had seen in that split second before the hit with nothing surfacing my eyes closing for a second.
Aware that there is a team out there where this is their job, their boss not one to be messed with as I remember with clarity that first day his words to me then and whether out of trust, loyalty or that he is the closest thing to the father figure I have.
With it in turn being an FBI agent filling the space that the, would be lawyer I wanted to be and it was more than that. The wrong side of the tracks that had been my earliest life proving dividends in a job that I have come to love along with my colleagues.
As I slowly blink my eyes open aware of a sound far away at first but coming nearer, my body tensing up as I hear a click. Fluorescent light blinding me for a second, as I see a shadow forcing myself away from the unknown figure, as I sense immediate danger the cuffs tightening again holding me still in agony and pain.
The features becoming apparent in the light, which is torturing me as I draw a gasp, all out fear clutching me for the first time as I recognise the face before me my voice, somehow doing the work for us:
"You're not meant to be alive."
With the words dying away at that, the eyes glancing into mines as I see a smile on those set features to those words thinking to about the team who could find me, with even them having a million to one chance against this man.
As I see the hate in his eyes, something now directed only at me as my eyes gently close holding the memory of Sam for that one instance as I open them to this knight mare. The voice giving no leeway as the strong hand grasps my blooded shirt, the fist coming towards me the words of revenge and I am the punch bag.
The fist making contact as my head crushes against the stone, the second hit coming harder as I feel blood choke me, the world spiralling and there is no hope for me. Death the only victor as the grip slackens.
His words distant now as I relent giving into the pain knowing to how this man works, with no deal or FBI clause getting me out of this one as I slip back into unconsciousness and that death is only around the corner….
TO BE CONTINUED