Natasha

“You must untie me before he comes,” I said in a hoarse voice, my throat aching. All at once a light flickered on the side wall.

“You are our hostage and in no position to make demands,” said the man with the gun.

“Then all I can say is that you will not be spared. I tried to make you understand,” I murmured. On the inside, I was frightened like a lamb, but on the outside, I wanted to maintain my confidence. I wasn’t sure if Apollo would even be able to find me, but I took my chances anyway.

Peeved at my words, while the one with the gun laughed nervously, the other one scowled. He spun and backhanded me. His heavy iron ring caught my cheek. The force was so large that it sent my chair down with my temple hitting the cold stone floor. Something warm trickled out as stars blasted in my vision. A few moments later, the other man straightened my chair. He took blood from my temple and wiped it on my shirt. He said, “Stop talking, otherwise you are going to be so bloody that no one w