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The room is a stifling dungeon, shadows dancing cruelly across cracked, peeling walls. The stench of fear and despair claws at my senses, choking me with every breath. I’m bound to this damn chair, my wrists raw from my struggles, my body bloodied in shades of the torture from these masked cowards.
These men, these monsters who hold me captive, they revel in their cruelty. They’ve seen the fire in my eyes, the unyielding resolve that defines me. And now, they’re determined to break it.
Good. Fucking. Luck.
They tell me that Bitsy is dead, taken from me because I dared defy them by calling my brothers. But I don’t believe them. I just know, deep inside, that she’s still alive.
Bitsy, my love, my heart. The mere possibility of her being killed because of me, tears at me. My chest aches, and tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but I can’t let them see my weakness.
Bitsy will always be my greatest weakness.
Time stretches cruelly, hours melding into an endless night. I clutch onto a flicker of hope, knowing that my brothers, my club, will hunt for me without rest. They won’t stop until they find me. In this abyss, my love for Bitsy and the unbreakable bond with my club are the only things that keep me sane.
My captors underestimate the storm they’ve unleashed by taking me. I’m determined to survive, to protect the woman who holds my heart. And if what they’re saying is true, and she’s really dead, nothing will stop me as I seek my revenge.
As I sit there, battered and bruised, in the dimly lit room, I hear the ominous creaking of the door. The masked captors, the shadows of my torment, the fucking cowards, return. They step into the room, their footsteps heavy, their intentions darker than the night that surrounds us. Three in all. I can’t see much, but I memorize everything I can about each of them.
“Well, well, well, Viper,” the first man says, speaking in a cold, menacing tone. “Still clinging to hope, are we?”
I raise my head slowly, meeting their cold, unfeeling gazes with defiance. I refuse to let them see my fear.
“You won’t break me,” I say, my voice rough. “I won’t give you the satisfaction.”
Mocking laughter echoes in the room.
“Oh, Viper, you’re as stubborn as they come. But we have ways of making you talk.”
One of the other captors steps closer, a glint of malice in his dark eyes. He brandishes a wicked-looking blade, the metal gleaming in the dim light.
“You can threaten me all you want, but you won’t get what you’re after.”
My club. They want to know where the members of my club are. The truth is, I have no fucking idea. After we left for the hospital, Ghost informed me that he was moving everyone to different safe locations. That’s probably why he wanted to meet at his house and not the clubhouse.
The captor with the menacing blade inches closer, the glint of malice in his eyes intensifying. His masked face hides any semblance of humanity, leaving only a cruel, twisted smile visible.
“You seem to think we’re asking for your cooperation, Viper. We’re not. We have other ways of getting the information we need.”
My heart races as I search for a way out, a plan, anything to protect my brothers and Bitsy. The room feels like a pressure cooker, each passing second an eternity of my emotions and strength being compressed.
Gritting my teeth, I say, “You can do whatever you want to me. But you’ll never break me. I won’t betray my family.”
The captors exchange glances again, their silent communication unnerving. They seem confident in their methods, but I’m equally determined to resist.
“We’ll see, Viper,” the closest one says coldly. “We have all the time in the world.”
As they step back, leaving me alone with the ominous threat hanging in the air, I know the battle is far from over. It’s a race against time, a test of wills, and I’m resolved to protect my club, my brothers, and the woman I love, no matter the cost.
Even if the price is my life.
***
Days. I’ve been here for days. Each time the masked cowards come into the room they ask the same question. Where are the Obsidians? And each time, I tell them to go fuck themselves.
I don’t know how many more visits I can take. My body is streaked with my blood. I know I have some broken ribs because it hurts like hell to breathe. But I hold onto the hope that my beautiful Bitsy is safe and my brothers are on their way.
I look down at the chin against my chest and just stare at the cross hanging around my neck. I smile. No matter how long it takes, they’ll find me. I might be dead, but the second they find my body, every fucker here will be as well.
I fall happily into the black void.
