My Tortured Soul

Chapter 20 - OMG WTF FML

Quilla POV

Oh my god!

Where am I?

My hands are tied behind my back. I honestly can't tell if I'm blindfolded or is just that dark in here. I'm lying down on a smooth concrete floor. I wiggle my arms under my legs and around to the front. I start biting the rope on my wrists. Finally, after what seemed like hours I got it loosened enough to slip my hands out. I try to stand up but smack my head into a low concrete ceiling. I feel along the walls and they are the same smooth surface as the floor and ceiling.

There are no switches or lights.

There is no door.

The room is barely bigger than me lying down.

This isn't a room.

This is a grave.

I'm in a grave vault.

I kneel and try to push on the vault lid but it didn't move a millimeter.

It's far too heavy.

I'm trapped.

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Mike POV

She's gone.

I failed.

I wanted to protect her.

Keep her safe.

And I failed.

I have no idea where she is.

We chased down the car. It was definitely Klaus' men but Quilla wasn't with them.

They were a decoy.

My phone rings.

Unknown number.

I grab the phone and answer it.

"WHERE IS SHE!"

"She's safe,.....for now.

I need you two to do something to earn her freedom."

"What?"

"Kill the republican presidential candidate." came the disembodied voice. "I need to replace him."

No.

Chuck grabbed the phone.

"Why does he have to die? Can't I create a scandal that will ruin him?"

"That's……...acceptable. Just get rid of him as a candidate."

The call was cut.

"Well, that's something." Chuck said.