The Quiet One

The Empty Feeling

I woke from the cold shiver running down my spine and the feeling of water dripping over my body.

It was blurry, all I could see was grey. I thought I was hallucinating or having a dream inside a dream. It was a strange sensation, almost like I could fly.

I snapped back to reality when I gazed around and focused on a body.

JAMES

I tried to stand but my legs were weak. I started to army crawl over to him.
It's like beginning to learn how to walk again.

I reach him and notice he's restrained.
Handcuffed to a metal pole;
Blindfold tied on him;
Duck tape on his lips..

But oh those soft lips...

I climb on top of him and gently peel the duck tape off.
He shivers then starts to shake.

"Shhh it's okay Jay it's only me.." I whisper as I untie the blindfold.

I can hear footsteps. I quickly slide James a bobbypin from my hair. The footsteps stop right outside the door and we listened intently as the door slowly unlocked, click by click, the wait for freedom was almost unbareable.

The man that walked in was extremely tall 'he must've been the one that carried us here', I thought. His hair was a buzz hair cut and he had a tattoo of a dragon on his neck, and by looking at his undersized white see-through singlet, it went all down his body. He was wearing black loose jeans with tiny burn stains and of what it looks like, freshly spilt beer. Of course, we were kidnapped by drug addicts and alcoholics. 

He didn't seem to impressed by the expression of sheer horror on my face, although the only thing you could see when you looked at James was hate and vengeance.

James tightly griped his fingers together until they were pure white and several drops of blood was emerging.

The look on the mans face was neutral looking at him. Almost like he'd done this before. I don't remember seeing anything on the news fitting this guys description. Meaning he's good at his job.

He noticed me staring at Jay's hand and told him to open his fists. I looked in panic as if they were going to see the pin and kill him immediately. Much to my relief there was nothing there. I'll give him credit, he's smart, but let's see if his knowledge keeps him alive.

He then glared at me.
His look was confusing, almost like his emotions were changing.

He kneeled down beside me.

"Do you know why you're here baby?"

His voice was so low and deep, with an American-English tinge to it.

I laughed and looked up at him.

"The names Broden." He muttered while looking at me disappointed.

"Fuck yourself" I screamed while smiling.

"Shut up or I'll have to kill you" he yelled

"Shut up or I'll have to kill you" does that mean he wasn't going to kill us? Why are we here then?

I spat in his face, mocking him. This was a dangerous game to play, but I couldn't be the stupid scared girl that drags everyone behind and gets herself killed.

I will get us both out of here alive. Even if I have to walk through fire.

Broden grabbed my jaw and leaned in closer to me,
"You better shut your mouth, you don't want to turn out like that other whore" after quickly muttering a few words, definitely not in English he turned back to me. He slapped me right across the face.

James yelled in anger and tried to pull free of the chains, but unsuccessful.

I laughed. Yet all I could feel was this empty hole developing inside of me.