gang leader's prisoner (18+)

10: Chlorofoam

Sage's POV

I really enjoyed the Air and Space museum. It's lucky we are so close to all these amazing places in Washington.

I'm walking home after the bus dropped me off. It's dark and I can kinda see the stars twinkling.

I stayed at school late today because I had volleyball practise as well as catching up on study and homework. I guess I got carried away.

Honestly, I don't even know what time it is, but it feels late. Winter always confuses me, all the shorter days and the cold wintery stuff.

I feel something weird. It's silly but like someone's watching me. The silence and all these shadows are giving me he creeps. I don't usually feel this way coming home...

A tunnel is coming up and I really don't want to walk under it. I just get really bad vibes from all those shadows. The only thing allowing me to see at the moment are the dim street lights on either side.

Ugh get over yourself, stop being a scaredy cat. I quicken my pace and try to walk as quickly as I can. It's fine, it's fine, deep breaths-

'What do we have here?' I hear a voice say in the darkness, my speed walking turns into a jog, 'The bitch we've been waiting what- FOUR hours for? Finally.' And now I'm running.

'Don't run baby, there's a price on your head and we want our money.' By now I'm sprinting, this underpass is fucking long.

I hear their loud footsteps running, running after me.

Shit

I'm now running for my life but it still isn't enough. I can hear them gaining on me, and it seems they're just metres behind me.

'You're making us angry baby, give up, because we will find you.' A voice chuckles

My lungs are burning, im under the street lights again and it's the final stretch home. I can't remember when the following footsteps ended but all I know is that I can't hear anyone following me anymore.

My house!

I use my last ounce of energy and bolt into the front garden, I fumble around for the hidden key, shove it in the key hole and slam the door behind me, turning all the locks.

Deep breaths, it's ok. You're safe now.

Phew, that was close.

I turn around and put my bag on the hanger-

'You dumb bitch, you can't get away,' a familiar voice mocks me. I look in front of me, and there stands an unfamiliar figure in my hallway, wearing a balaclava and holding a towel. He corners me against the door, I scramble to unlock the door but it's too late.

A towel is pushed on my face and I'm forced to inhale this weird smell. I can feel my consciousness fading...

Oh no.

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I awake to mumbling and sounds of an engine. I'm lying down on something stiff.

I can't see or move my my body. I feel tough... ropes? against my wrists and legs. I can feel a gag in my mouth and a mask covering my eyes. I try to move but something restricts me, a body bag.

Am I meant to be dead?

The car stops and I hear doors slamming. The men unload me and put me on the pebbley ground, I may be blind and mute but those goddamn rocks are digging into my sides.

There's more mumblings then my bag is unzipped, I guess I don't have a mask on because light fills my vision.

'Is this her?'
My eyes adjust to the light and look up.

'Ah shit, she's awake,'
I can see outlines, features, faces, and then I recognise Jason.

Jason.

Wait what?!

'That's her,' Jason says looking into my eyes,

'Now where's our money?'

'What money?' Jason replies smugly

'The fucking two hundred grand-' Jason draws out a gun and shoots the first guy that took me.

Completely Unfazed.

I hear a thump on the ground, a few wheezes and then nothing.

'Who knows about this operation?' Jason asks the remaining guy, now trembling in fear.

'N-no one but us-s, Sir,'

Not gonna lie, I am terrified but I am also wishing I had some popcorn to eat while I watch this shit go down.

Jason aims his gun, 'Are you sure!?'

'Y-yes Sir, and I don't even care about the mone-'
*bang* *bang*
I hear another thump.

I stop struggling against the ropes, and lie still. He's killed everyone else, it's just me and him. He has the gun, I'm next.

Jason tucks his gun away and draws his attention back to me. He looks down at me, almost pitifully, and pauses.

His eyes roams my tear stained face, he's analysing my face, my expression And what he's done.

Crouching above me, Jason softly, almost apologetically, wipes the tears from my eyes. I wince as he touches me, eyes pleading for him not to spare my life. He moves a strand of hair from my face, not breaking our eye contact. He sits there for a few moments, looking down at me with an expression I am unable decode.

My duct taped mouth, terrified eyes and desperate whines. I'm a mess.

Jason draws out a cloth out from his pocket and places it softly on my face. A familiar smell seeps into my bloodstream.

Goddamnit not this again.