Friends and Enemies

Fighting Back

Emily

“Let’s make a bet.” I could barely contain the laughter in me. Afterall my life was a joke; my marriage was a joke and Dickhead and Arsehole thought they had it made. Me? I had nothing left to lose. Dickhead looked at me curiously.

“Sweetheart, you are in no position to be betting.” Dickhead got up from his chair and called Arsehole back into the room. Arsehole sauntered in slowly making his way towards Dickhead. Guys, take your time. It’s not like you’ve placed a time limit on my life. I gritted my teeth and looked at the pair.

“What do I have to lose?” I smirked at them. I wasn’t afraid of death. In the last 3 years my life had been in danger often. I had been through hell and back for a husband that didn’t care and it’s not as though anyone other than my work colleagues would miss me. And with that depressing thought my smirk vanished, and my lips turned down. Seeing this Dickhead gave me a blinding smile.

“State your terms sweetheart. What’s the bet?” Now Dickhead and Arsehole were outright grinning at me. I’m sure my situation is very f*****g amusing. A lock of my blonde hair fell in front of my face, and I blew exasperated out of the side of mouth disturbing it. Dickhead picked up the lock and twirled it around his fingers then gently placed it behind my ear. I looked up at him not liking how touchy he was beginning to get. Arsehole made his way over to me and sat back in the chair. Because Dickhead had moved the chair closer when he had “intimidated” me I could now make out Arsehole’s features. He looked like Dickhead. Same angular jawline. Same straight nose. Same dark eyes. Arsehole was the younger brother of Dickhead, that much I was certain of.

I cleared my throat which was still drier than a desert. “I bet that my husband does not contact you in the next 72 hours and you do not receive a penny.” I was outright grinning at them now. Arsehole looked to Dickhead, and they exchanged a brief worried glance. Dickhead masked his face quickly to one of disdain. Yep, that confirmed it. Dickhead here is the leader.

“You see sweetheart” Urgh, why does he keep using this endearment? “We were paid a lot of money to ensure you don’t leave here, ever. So regardless of whether that husband of yours pays up your death will still happen.” Dickhead lowered his face to mine, and I heard him whisper “shame really.”

With that sentence it clicked. Twatface had paid these wankers to kidnap and kill me. The benefit to them being that if Sebastian paid up, they would have the additional ten million pound on top of the fee they were already paid. It was a win-win for them after all. God Almighty my life was a pile of s**t. My jaw was beginning to ache because I was gritting my teeth so hard.

Arsehole’s phone rang and he pulled it from his jeans pocket and looked at it then rolled his eyes. I was sure the Wicked Witch herself was on the other end ensuring her best laid plans were enacted. I groaned knowing that I was about to hear her shrill, nasally voice any moment. When Dickhead heard me groan, he looked at me grinning. That fucker knew too. She has the most annoying voice.

“Yes.” Arsehole spoke to Twatface, but he sounded curt and annoyed.

“Is it done?” And there it is. That voice. Like nails on a chalkboard to me. I grit my teeth hoping beyond hope that Arsehole would stop this unnecessary form of torture and move away from me, so I no longer had to hear her. Urgh! Dickhead just grinned wider and placed his hand on Arsehole’s shoulder ensuring he stayed seated next to me for the duration of this gloat-fest. f**k my life!

“We have her. We’ve contacted the husband and sent him proof of life. We’ve given him 72 hours to transfer the ten million.” Please for the love of all that is holy don’t let Twatface talk. My prayers are not being answered at all today. I must have angered the Big Guy!

She laughed!

She laughed at the situation she had put me in. It wasn’t enough to take my husband. It wasn’t enough she spread lies maliciously about me. It wasn’t enough she framed me for stealing from Sebastian’s company. It wasn’t enough she caused my car accident resulting in me suffering a miscarriage. No! I was going to have to pay with my life. And for what? I fell in love with the wrong man. If I get out of here alive, I’m leaving. There will never be anywhere far enough away from them both.

“Well boys, don’t let me keep you from your quality time with her. Just make sure to keep her alive until I get there. I want to be the one who puts the bullet in that b***h’s brain. Other than that, I give you free reign to do whatever you want with her.” You could hear Twatface was grinning. Her smile was clearly as wide as the Cheshire Cat’s now. To her she has won. Arsehole grunted at her in response and ended the call. Taking a knife from his back pocket Dickhead came behind me. I must admit, I got worried. I didn’t know what he was planning to do. I can tell you; I was not expecting him to cut my hands and legs free. Feeling blood rush back into my extremities I didn’t realise were numb up until that point.

I wrung my wrists a little trying to ease the pain the lacerations caused from the cable ties. My legs weren’t as bad. They obviously hadn’t been tied as tight. Dickhead gripped my upper arm. Hard. I winced. That’s going to leave a bruise. He dragged me up from my chair. I was unsteady on my feet. I had obviously been unconscious and tied to that chair for a few hours. In the corner of this delightful underground room, I could make out a mattress. I panicked. I’ll admit, death doesn’t scare me, but I wanted to die with my dignity and being r***d would strip me of that. I began to cry and pull back. Dickhead just gripped my arm tighter and pulled harder. I decided to use whatever strength I had left to fight him off. I punched him with my left fist aiming for his jaw. Hearing movement and feeling me no longer struggle he turned to see what I was doing, and I connected with his nose. I heard that fucker break before it started pissing blood. Dickhead cursed heavily whilst gripping his nose trying to stem the blood flow. My triumph was short lived as his partner in crime carried on dragging me using my other arm. Arsehole threw me on to the dirty mattress and doubled back to check on his brother. Dickhead gave him a curt nod and Arsehole turned back to me.

Dickhead approached me and stood by Arsehole and they both glared down at me. Deep brown eyes now filled with anger. s**t. Dickhead had found a tissue from somewhere and was currently stemming the blood from his nose. Serves the fucker right. I had tears in my eyes as I looked up at them. I must look like a pathetic mess. This isn’t me. This isn’t who I am. I used to be happy.

“Fixth my nosth.” Dickhead must think I’m desperate, I smiled knowing that I caused his voice to sound more nasally due to the break. Well, I guess I am desperate, but if I’m suffering so is he. I looked at him defiantly.

“Why should I?” I should just stop poking the bear at this point but in for a penny in for a pound. If these guys take away Twatface’s wish to kill me herself, I consider that my win. With one strong arm Dickhead grabbed the front of my scrubs between his fingers and lifted me clean off the mattress. Motherfucker. I could feel my legs dangling in mid-air. The way I see things I have two choices. I could c**k my right hand back for a second punch and take away his abilities to have babies in the future with a swift kick to his d**k and balls and then hope Arsehole is slow to react and run or I can deal with Dickhead’s broken nose and try to convince them to let me go. Based on the fact I had no clue where I am let alone how many locked doors there are between me and freedom, I decided not to antagonise them anymore. Dickhead grunted at me.

“Put me down if you want me to fix your nose. I can’t do much about your face though.” OK. Maybe I couldn’t resist a bit of antagonising. Fuckers kidnapped me, planned to murder me and do God knows what else to me after all. I felt myself being forcefully placed back on the ground. My legs are still a little weak and I felt myself crumble backdown to that dirty mattress. Dickhead leaned down to my height and looked at me.

“We might have kidnapped you, but we are not monsthersth. I understhtand your reaction back then, but you can fixth my f*****g nosth!” I had clearly upset him, but his newly found lisp was a little funny given my circumstance. It made me giggle at least. I guess Dickhead never found it funny. If steam could come out of his ears, it would be pouring out right now. I could see Dickhead was trying to keep his temper in check. I nodded my head in agreement and breathed out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I placed my thumbs either side of Dickheads nose and pushed it back into place. With that Arsehole threw a bottle of water my way and the fuckers got up and walked out of my new home leaving me all alone. I glanced around my new home, and I could make out the four walls. A door leading to another part of wherever I was, was on the wall directly in front on me. In two corners I could make out the red dot of cameras. Great. In the right-hand corner beneath the camera, I could make out a small window which was currently letting in moonlight. Figuring I’ll investigate more tomorrow I turned over on the dirty mattress and fell into a fitful sleep.