Chapter Five - Fighting back...
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Scarlett
I don’t even know how long I have been sitting tied to this chair for as every so often, I get a few hard hits, and everything blacks out. One thing I do know, though, is that I haven’t told anyone anything. I could really do with some painkillers to help with the discomfort I am in.
“Hello beautiful.” a voice whispered from behind me.
I flicked my head away from the whispers so quickly that my neck cracked.
“You don’t need to flinch. It’s only me.” PJ said loudly.
“Stop creeping up on me,” I shouted, “You have just made me hurt myself.” I whimpered out.
This might work to my advantage, me sounding sad and sore, Might even squeeze out a tear or two.
“What is the matter? Are you OK?” He asks softly.
Am I ok? What dumbass question is that to ask me? Do I look f*****g OK? i***t!
“No, I am not OK, PJ. I am in a lot of pain,” I said sadly.
“Scarlett, you know there is one way to make this stop,” he said, stroking my hair.
“Could you get me painkillers?” I said, batting my lashes at him.
I still hadn’t eaten anything. I have been drinking, but that is it.
“I am not giving you anything until you eat. You will make yourself sick if you take something on an empty stomach,” he said.
“Fine, I will eat.” I groaned out.
“Great, I will get you a sandwich.” He said as he turned to walk away.
“No, I don’t want a sandwich PJ,” I said.
“What makes you think you have a choice here, Scarlett,” PJ said as he turned back around to face me.
“You want me to eat, don’t you?” I said, staring at him with a tear falling from my left eye.
“Of course I do Scarlett, what would you like to eat?” He asked.
“I really fancy toast and pate and a bowl of homemade soup like tomato or cream of chicken,” I said.
“No promises here, Scarlett, but I will see what I can do.” He stroked my cheek again before leaving the room.
If he gets me these things to eat, then not only will I need to be untied, but I will also have a very hot source for liquid which could be helpful to me. I could use it to get me out of here, hopefully.
I was trying to fight the best I could, but it will get to the stage where I will not have the energy. I refuse to let them win. I will keep going for as long as I can. The only thing that is keeping me going is Caleb. I need to see Caleb. Not only that, I want to kick all their damn asses for what they have been doing to me.
I close my eyes, trying to think happy thoughts. I need something good to think about. I know they will be back soon to try again. I must have sat with my eyes closed for about ten minutes, just thinking about all the recent good times I had had with Caleb when I heard footsteps getting closer to the room I was sitting in. The door opened, and a musky smell came into the room. It was a smell I hadn’t noticed before.
“Well, aren't you a pretty lady?” The hoarse manly voice said.
“Who the hell are you?” I said abruptly.
“Listen, darling, you don’t need to know who I am,” He said, grinning, “All you need to know is I am the one that makes people talk.”
“And what makes you think I am going to tell you anything?” I state firmly.
“Because, unlike those others, I don’t have a conscience or limits. You mean nothing to me, so what I do to you won’t affect me in the slightest,” he laughs.
Is that supposed to scare me? This i***t has no clue what I have been through. What training I did to get here.
“Trust me; I have dealt with bigger monsters than you,”
I am not backing down, not easily, not after everything that has happened.
“Trust me, darling, once you see what I have for you, you will be talking.” He sneered at me.
He went over to the door and reached out for something. When he turned around, I saw him carrying a case. He walked over to me and sat it down on the ground next to me, he opened it, and all I could see was tools. Well, he is obviously in here to attempt to torture me until I talk.
“Where would you like me to start, fingers or toes?” He asked with a serious look on his face.
“f**k you!” I said, slowly looking him directly in the eyes.
“I’ll decide then.” He said as he started to remove one of my shoes.
“What the f**k is going on in here? Get away from her now!” PJ shouted.
“My job,” the stranger states.
“No, this isn’t part of the deal, get the f**k out, or I will slit your f*****g throat,” PJ snapped.
PJ was quick to take place between the guy and me. The two of them stared at each other down.
“You better get her to talk because everyone is losing patience,” he snapped and stormed off.
PJ turns to me, kneeling and stroking my hair.
“Are you OK?” he asks, and I nod, “Scarlett, you need to give them something, anything, even if it isn’t the truth,”
“You want me to lie? What happens if I lie and they find out? I am dead!” I whimpered softly.
“If you don’t talk, you will be dead, so what does it matter?” PJ said, “If I weren’t here right now, Scarlett, what do you think would have happened?”
I couldn’t think straight. That guy was going to start torturing me. I could see it in his eyes. The darkness he had in him was something I had seen before.
“Here is the food you requested, Scarlett,” PJ said calmly.
“Thank you for being here, PJ and thank you so much for my food.” I smiled up at him.
Seeing me being threatened and close to being hurt has made him worry about me as earlier he would never have told me to lie as he wants Caleb found just as much as the gang. I’m hoping what has just happened is something I can use to get PJ to help me, hopefully.
I needed to get out of here. Yes, the guy disappeared, but that doesn't mean he isn’t going to come back.
“Now, can you please eat?” he asks.
“Can you untie my hands?” I question.
“I am under strict instructions not to,” he said.
“So, how am I going to eat?” I ask.
“I need to feed you, sorry Scar,”
Great, that is what I need, getting fed like a damn child. I sigh but nod. This was embarrassing, but I was famished. I tucked straight into the slice of toast and pate that PJ brought up to my mouth. I don’t remember the last time someone had to feed me, but I do not like it. The pate tastes really good. I’m not sure if it is because I haven’t eaten in so long or if it is really good food.
“Hope it is to your liking, Scarlett.” PJ smiled at me as he brought the food back up to my mouth.
All I could let out was some sort of happy mumble as I didn’t want to stop eating to speak. Before I knew it, I had finished the toast, and I was ready for the soup.
“Can I have some soup now, PJ?” I asked him cheerily.
“Of course you can, Scar,” PJ gave me a huge smile. “You sound happier, Sweetheart.”
“Think I just really needed to eat, and sitting here with you is making me happier.” I grinned back at him.
Yes, I plan to be sweet to him, but not overly because he will get suspicious.
“Scarlett, if you tell them what they need, then I can protect you,” he said, “I can get you out of here, and we can disappear. You know I have everything needed to look after, give you a good life,” he adds.
“PJ, why have you always been this way with me? I know this isn’t the way you treat the others that work for you. You don’t offer them what you offer me,” I said.
I knew why, but I wanted to know what he would say.
“I think you know, Scar,” he said, “You have always been special to me,”
“PJ, I have always had a special place for you,” I said softly.
It just so happens that the special place I have for him is not the same place he has for me.
“Then why have you not ever gave me a chance?” he asks.
“Because we would not ever work, and you know that, PJ,”
“We don’t know that,” he said, “Just forget it, eat some more,” he adds.
I was expecting him to get mad but surprised when he didn’t. I nod and smile and finish off my soup. Maybe with PJ here, things aren’t going to be as bad.
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