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Out of nowhere,my arms were grabbed, and I was hoisted off the bed, shocking me out of my deep slumber. As if that wasn't enough, the Reapers had managed to track me down - and when they caught you, they had no mervy. Evading them was not an option.
"I didn't know what was going on or where I was. As I was being dragged out, I realized that I wasn't in a hotel room. Instead, I found myself in a hospital room, completely alone. Panic set in as I frantically searched for Catalina, but she was nowhere in sight.
"Where is Catalina?!" I demanded, desperately scanning the Reaper's faces for any hint of an answer. Despite my pleas, they remained stoic and unresponsive. The Reapers proceeded to place me in a wheelchair and began pushing me out of the room.
"No! Please tell me where she is," I pleaded, attempting to stand but was quickly met with a sharp pain shooting up my leg. "Ahh, fuck!" I groaned, slumping back into the chair. Despite my protests, they continued to roll me down the hospital corridors.
"Please, just tell me where she is," I begged, desperation creeping into my voice.
They ignored my questions, and I instinctively dug my heels into the floor to resist them. Surprisingly, the Reaper pushing my wheelchair halted, causing me to tumble out of it. Despite my injuries, I dragged myself back into the room, calling out for Catalina.
"Cat! Catalina, where are you?" I searched frantically, but there was no sign of her. I was no match for the Reapers, and they easily caught up to me, dragging me back into the wheelchair. One of them leaned in close, whispering a warning in my ear.
"Don't make this any harder than it needs to be."
I looked up at them, realizing how powerless I was. They were the Reapers, untouchable and unstoppable, with no regard for fair play.
After what felt like an eternity, I found myself in a cold, damp basement beneath their clubhouse, the Crossroads. They placed me in an old wooden chair, and Rael and Jigsaw loomed over me. Despite the lack of restraints, I was unable to move. It felt as though something had taken hold of me and refused to let go.
"I know who you all are," I said, attempting to avoid any conflict. "I don't want any trouble."
"You brought this on yourself," Rael replied.
"Please, Rael," I pleaded. "I haven't gone rogue. You have to believe me, brother."
He leaned forward, his eyes flashing silver as they met mine. When they did, the shadow of a scythe appeared on the wall behind him, and I had to admit, it scared the shit our of me.
"You killed one of our own," Rael stated. "There will be consequences."
"It was a fucking accident," I protested, before crying out in pain. Blood began to trickle from my forearms as Jigsaw slashed at me as if with some invisible jagged blade. I could see his eyes flash in the shadows, sending shivers down my spine. I screamed again as those same eyes moved over my chest, creating a deep gash. Blood soaked my shirt and I fell forward in the seat.
"I didn't know who they were," I gasped, struggling to breathe as the pain intensified.
"Newsflash, you killed a Royal Bastard," Rael sneered, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me to look up at him. "If I were Jameson, I would have handed you over to the Central Texas Chapter for their justice."
"But you're not," I snarled, gritting my teeth as Jigsaw continued to cut at my arms.
Each slice tore through my flesh, taking his time and prolonging the pain.
A commotion erupted on the basement stairs, and heavy footsteps announced someone's arrival. Jameson appeared, crouching under a low wooden beam. "Dammit, Rael. I told you to restrain him, not make him shit his pants."
Jameson's face was twisted in anger as he scolded Rael for his actions. I could barely hear their words as my consciousness faded in and out. The pain in my body was becoming unbearable, and I knew that I couldn't hold on much longer.
Macabre appeared behind him, shaking his head. "He fucking pissed himself.”
As he approached, the stench of urine filled the air, and I realized that I had indeed lost control of my bladder. I felt embarrassed and ashamed, but my physical pain and weakness made it difficult for me to process those emotions.
In my last moments of consciousness, Jameson's voice boomed in my ear, filled with cold determination. The words he spoke were a grim reminder of the consequences of betraying the club, and I knew that I was about to become an example for others to see. My eyes slowly closed as I surrendered to the darkness, wondering if my fate was truly sealed.
* * *
Someone was callingout my name and the sharp pain on my face made me flinch involuntarily.
“Snare, snap out of it.”
Another slap jolted me awake and I struggled to open my eyes.
“Come on, man,” someone said, tapping my cheeks and holding my head steady.
