***LONDON’S POV***
“No! Oh, no! You can’t do that to me, Michael,” I scream as the blade keeps pressing down my stomach.
Zane was yelling at something at the other side of the room and I couldn’t stand the fact that he was going to watch me being abused and slit open like a fucking toy.
Then, everything went silent as the call ended.
“What happened?” Mike asks his voice portraying his anger.
“It’s as if Zane slammed the phone away. He has probably had enough,” Riley says angrily.
“Is that so? What about we make a small demonstration for him so that he knows we aren’t bluffing when we mean business, huh?” he demands removing a cigar from his pocket.
I watch with horror as Mike lits the cigar, puffing out smoke.
“Start recording, this time, we will send him a little video to watch. This may serve as a reminder that his wife is still here,” he mutters puffing out more smoke from his nostrils.
I grit my teeth, anger vibrating from my body, I try wriggling out to no avail, these men are bent on burning me off alive.
Michael Logan is the last person I except such tricks from, but here we are, and I am the one going to be hurt.
No, Mike, I trust you, why now?” I cry out as Riley plays across the screen, not starting the video yet.
“Because your husband’s family owes me a lot. Now, they will know I want more,” he mutters nodding his head once.
I wait until the fucker is close and then, I push my head behind, hitting Michael fully in the face.
I still had my hands and feet bound together, thus, I was trapped.
Looking behind, I noticed Mike’s bloody nose and a sense of fulfillment filled my chest. I made the fucker bleed.
“Get her,” he orders, and Alex’s strong grasp captures me.
“Get your filthy hands off me,” I shout.
With the back of his hand, Alex slaps me across the face and I shout, the pain I felt before resurfacing.
“Leave me alone, you coward. Why don’t you big men fight men who are your size, huh?” I ask angrily.
They didn’t give me a moment to even brace myself, I was in so much pain as the blows that landed over my body were too much.
My hands moved at once to my stomach, protecting my baby, tears slipping down my cheeks. I am supposed to be strong for this baby, if Zane was here, he would make sure I am protected at all costs, that is what matters.
Now, it is me and my little bean against these monsters.
“Michael, you need to let me out of here,” I scream in pain.
“Never,” he barks out hitting me over the table as Alex has his hands over the small of my back.
“I will give you a small reminder that you are mine and your life with that of your baby is at my mercy,” he says, slurring his words.
I close my eyes, feeling a dark haze cover me at once. This was just the beginning of my torture, these beastly men had a whole project in front of me, one he wanted to destroy me with.
“Your body will be a project for me, and thus cigar is so delighted to mark your flesh,” Mike says.
This time, a new video is started and Mike presses the tip of his cigar on my arm and presses to it.
I cry out, snot running down my nostrils.
He moves the weapon to my stomach, on the wound he had already slit in my stomach and I close my eyes, pain everywhere in my body.
My head hurt, and pain flashed through me as I squirmed.
“That hurts, Mike, you have to stop hurting me, please,” I beg for my life and that of my unborn child.
I wish this man would listen, but he gives me deaf ears. A few marks on my body and he applies pressure on my head, grinding it to the table.
My legs quiver as urine starts trickling down my legs.
“Zane, you’ve seen that? Your woman is at my mercy, I could fuck your baby out of her womb right now, fucker,” Mike says and his friends laugh.
Darkness overshadows me and I pass out.
*
I open my eyes to the warehouse being deserted, it feels like the men just abandoned me here to die because everywhere seems deserted.
Looking down, I notice my body is quivering, I don’t know if this is normal, but I close my eyes, fearing having myself in a stronghold as I know I have to escape.
My hands are free, but my legs are bound. After trying to maneuver the binds, I succeeded in freeing myself and I made it out the door gently.
Riley is sleeping and there is no road for miles I catch my breath knowing I have to leave this place, slowly, making sure no one sees me, and I run out.
*
The Rocky Road makes my feet sore, I barely feel my legs by the time I see the road. I can’t make it back to the house, Zane knows too much, he would say he told me about keeping away from Michael Logan.
As I choke on my tears, I use my hands to cover my mouth, tears clouding my vision.
I find an old payphone with a lady in there, she looks at me with pity, frightened as well.
“Please, don’t be afraid, I just want to make a call, please,” I beg.
She nods, giving me way as she waits outside.
I know what I am about to do will make a stir, but I want that, I want to be safe.
The phone rings three times and on the fourth ring, the call hangs.
“Fucker, what do you need, I was sleeping,” Micah’s angry voice resonates on the other side of the line.
“Micah?” I whisper gently.
The moment of realization hits Micah when he replies back,
“Fuck, it’s you, London. I am sorry, I didn’t mean to call you a fucker,” he apologizes.
I suck in a breath knowing my next words will stink.
“I need your help,” I whisper, letting the tears fall freely as real pain and fear for my future envelop me.