Chapter 133
LANA
I was still in shock, caught in a haze of confusion. I did not want to believe what had happened earlier today.
The brightly lit room that I was being held in was foreign to me and did not help to ease the terision.
The outlines of the three men surrounding me loomed large, their faces now more visible than ever. Who were they, and what had led them to abduct
me?
A nagging sense of dread filled my mind as I grappled with the reality of my situation. Why had they chosen me? What demands or intentions lay behind their dirty smirks?
The questions swirled in my head, amplifying my anxiety and leaving me desperate for answers.
I was still bound to a chair, they’d taken off the blindfold a few minutes ago and removed the cloth from my mouth, giving me the chance to speak.
The only noise I could hear other than these men’s heavy breathing, echoing just beyond the heavy steel door, was the sound of wild laughter–a
reminder that there were more of them, not just these three.
Desperately, I clung to the hope that this was merely a nightmare that I would soon wake up from and return to my normal life.
Yet, as the minutes dragged on, that hope dimmed, and the chilling reality of my situation settled in.
Each ominous laugh seemed to taunt me, a reminder that I was very much awake, bound to this uncomfortable chair in a place that I knew absolutely nothing about.
The door swings open with a loud creak, and a jolt of disbelief shoots through me as I catch sight of the other men standing there, one of them no doubt the leader.
My breath gets stuck in my throat, heart racing as a flood of emotions rush in as I see someone on the ground next to their feet.
As I take a closer look at the figure, a new storm of fear pulses through each breath that I take in.
Apollo.
No!
I watch in horror as they drag my mate’s unconscious body into the room while shock washes over me like icy water.
“Apollo.” I gasp as they bound his wrists together with chains right in front of me. They moved him like he was trash they were ready to dispose of.
How cruel were these people?
What was the meaning behind all of this?
Why were they subjecting us to this? Who exactly were these men? This was no longer just about me, they’d taken my mate as well. Could it be someone he pissed off in the past, just like the last attack?
The more I thought about it, the more questions arose, intensifying my anxiety about the situation we found ourselves in.
“What did you do to him?” I demand from our kidnappers.
I could see the stained blood on his hair and face, there
verleven
even spots of red on his white t–shirt. Seeing him like this made my blood boil. I want to
hurt every single one of them for harming him.
“Knocked him unconscious.” The biggest one says with a chuckle. “For his reputation, he went down quite easily.”
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I squint at him, “There are so many of you and only one of him. I’m confident he could take all of you down if he had a fair shot.
He chuckles, “Good thing this isn’t a wrestling match, then.”
1 glare at them, “why did you bring us here?” I demand. “What do you want from us?”
He shrugs, “we just want to have a little fun with the both of you.”
Fun?
They did this for fun?
Were they psychopaths?
“Bring the water.” The leader says to one of his men, turning his back to me.
Water? For what?
I stay silent as I see them return with a bucket, with no doubt the water that was requested.
The leader takes it from them and I watch in horror as he throws it onto Apollo’s face. I stiffen against the chair as I try to escape.
“Throw some more!”
I freeze in place as my mate suddenly opens his eyes and surveys his surroundings. The moment his gaze meets mine, I can clearly see the mix of relief and panic on his face. He knows our situation and he can tell that we are in serious danger.
My lips quiver and I want more than anything to reach him.
He breaks eye contact and scans the room, his piercing gaze sweeping over the shadows that cling to the corners. He was no doubt looking for an escape and counting how many figures were in here with us. Unfortunately, this room didn’t have any windows. I’d already scanned it with hopes of a way to
escape.
As his eyes finally land on the imposing figure of the leader, a low growl escapes his throat, resonating with an unmistakable air of threat.
“Who are you?” he demands, his voice carrying a weight that seems to fill the air with tension. The muscles in his jaw tighten, and a fierce light flickers in his eyes, reflecting his need to harm the men responsible for kidnapping us.
“It doesn’t matter who I am.” He answers Apollo. “My name isn’t important. Like I told your mate earlier, I am just here to have a little fun.”
My eyes widened. He knew we were mates. How did he know that? How long has he been tracking us?
“Fun?” Apollo growls. “Do you know what I plan on doing to you and your men once I get out of these chains?”
Our kidnappers laugh, clearly not bothered by his threat.
“Take a good look at my face,” the leader says, a self–satisfied grin spreading across his features. “Do I look worried to you?”
When Apollo doesn’t respond, he turns to me, I can see the mischief in his gaze.
This wasn’t good. He no doubt wanted to provoke my mate by the way he moved.
I keep my eyes fixed on him, my heart racing as he strides purposefully toward me, each step deliberate.
I can feel the tension ripple through the air and I know it’s coming straight from my mate, I glance sideways at him, his muscles coiled as if ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice even though he was bound by heavy chains.
We both wait in a charged silence, uncertain of the leader’s next move.
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“If you lay a fucking hand on her-”
I gasp when the leader slaps me hard across the face, ignoring my mate’s warning.
“NOOO-” Apollo bellows, a thunderous roar that reverberates through the entire room like a raging storm.
The intensity of his anger is evident in the bulging veins that snake across his forehead and neck, pulsating while he continues to roar. His eyes blaze with a fierce light, reflecting the turmoil swirling within him as he grapples with rage at seeing the leader hit me.
I could taste blood and knew that my face was bruised from the impact.
Apollo pulls fiercely against the chains and I can tell he’s trying his hardest to break them so that he can get to me.
I could tell that this was far from over, their intentions were dark and we were completely at their mercy.
I found myself gripped by a profound sense of unease. We were not just in a risky situation; we were staggering on the edge of something far more dangerous than 1 had ever anticipated.
As my mate continues to roar, I have a strange feeling that this was exactly what they wanted. To get reactions out of us. But what was their true hidden agenda?
Why were they doing this? Was it simply for their entertainment? Were they that sick in their heads? Or was there a totally different reason behind all of
this?
AD
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