Pregnant
1263 Words
Thalia's Pov
My stomach felt empty and my head pounded like someone had taken a hammer to it. My eyes blinked open slowly, every bone in my body screaming as I tried to move.
The first thing I felt was the cold metal chair under me and the tight restraints cutting into my wrists and ankles. The dim light above buzzed every second, barely giving light to the room.
I raised my head to stare at it, swinging slightly.
With a heavy sigh, I peeled my eyes away from it.
I scrunched my nose as I tried not to gag at the smell of mold and blood. I looked around, my eyebrows furrowed as I tried to recall how I got here.
It all came rushing back, Silver, Raze and Lorenzo.My eyes adjusted, and I swallowed at the sight before me. This is worst that the order's torture room.
Footsteps echoed as men approached the cell.
I kept my expression neutral as two men stepped into the light. Both wore dark shirts, tattoos on their necks and veins popping out from their arms. One of them cracked his knuckles. The other grinned, pulling out a blade.
"You ready to talk, sweetheart?" the one with the knife asked, twirling it between his fingers.
"I have been dying to hear your voice," the other one added, pulling a cart with tools that screamed pain."For such a fine face, I'm sure you have an angelic voice."
I didn’t say anything. I just stared at them.
The knife guy stepped forward first. "Your name, rank and who sent you."
"Who sent me? You basically brought me here."
His palm connected with my cheek, forcefully turning my head in the opposite direction.
Hair and blood filled my mouth.
"You better start talking b*tch."
I spat blood at his boot. "Go to hell."
His fist crashed into my jaw. My head snapped to the side. I tasted more blood but still didn’t scream.
"She thinks this is a joke," the other one muttered.
"It ain’t funny when I start taking pieces off."
He dragged the blade across my forearm. It wasn't deep, just shallow, but enough to burn. I hissed through my teeth, but I kept my mouth shut.
"Tell us what Raze is planning."
I chuckled. "You think I would waste a plan on you two monkeys?"
The one with the tools lost it. He grabbed a long thin rod and shoved it against my thigh. Electricity. My body jerked violently, the metal chair shaking from the force. My vision went white for a second, but I didn’t scream.
"Still think it’s funny?" he asked, breathing hard.
"Yeah," I croaked, grinning through the blood. "Your breath."
They went at it again. My ribs. My stomach. My legs. I bit the inside of my cheek till I tasted copper. But no matter what they did, I didn’t say a damn thing.
The door creaked open, allowing more light.
I tried to see who it was but the jolts of electricity on my body was unbearable as the man wouldn't stop his torture.
"Enough." Lorenzo commanded, his voice like ice. "Get out."
They didn’t argue. They left, one of them muttering something under his breath.
Lorenzo walked to the wall, his fingers brushing over the weapons lined up like trophies. Knives, pliers, a bat, whips, a blowtorch and other weapons.
His hand paused on a thin, curved blade.
He didn’t pick it up. Instead, he turned to me.
“You disappeared that night.”
I blinked. My lip was split, vision swimming, but I knew what he meant.
“Remember? You were gone before I woke up.”
I grinned through the pain. “Didn’t plan on serving you breakfast in bed.”
He smirked, barely.
“You covered your face from the cameras. I was impressed.”
“Didn’t want you stalking me either.”
This time, he pick a blade. Held it up, admiring it like a piece of art.
“That’s fine,” he said, stepping closer.
There was a little pause.
“One thing about me everyone should know, is that I don’t play about my sister.”
“I didn’t touch her,” I said quickly. “I didn’t even know...”
“You knew enough,” he cut in. “You worked for the bastard who had her. You knew she was involved. You and your men kidnapped her. That’s a line you don’t cross. It's a line no one dares to cross."
I met his eyes. “Raze didn’t tell me she was your sister. I was just doing a job.”
“Bad choice.” He tilted the blade, light catching its edge. “Would you have let Raze do whatever he wanted with her?”
“No. I wouldn’t.”
He stared at me.
“I don’t believe you.”
He walked behind me, and with one fluid motion, the blade slid across my shoulder, slicing into the skin. I gasped, biting my lip.
"Tell me what he’s planning."
"Go screw yourself."
He slammed the handle of the blade into my ribs. I screamed before I could stop myself.
He smirked. "There it is. The sound my men were dying to hear."
I panted. My whole body shook from pain. I had no doubt he broke a bone or two.
"What did he tell you to do with Silver?"
"I was supposed to watch her. That’s it."
"Liar."
He pressed the blade to my knee. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head.
"I swear."
He dropped the blade.
Without a word, he turned back to the table and grabbed something else.
"You know what this is?" he asked, holding a syringe.
I didn’t answer. My arms strained against the cuffs bolted to the chair as I tugged at it. The metal bit into my wrists, but I barely noticed.
“It’s called Neurotixen-B. It's synthetic and untraceable. It was originally developed for field interrogations.”
He paused,
“It’s slow,” he continued. “Real slow. Starts with heat, it feels like someone lit a match in your veins. Then it works its way up your spine, chewing through your nervous system like acid.”
My chest heaved as I tried to think of how to free myself from the cuffs.
“In about an hour, your legs stop working. Then your lungs start to panic, almost like you are breathing through cotton. By the time your heart gives out, you will have begged for it to stop.”
He crouched in front of me, holding the needle to my eyes.
“You will feel everything, by the way. It doesn’t numb, it burns.”
“Lorenzo…”
My voice cracked, my throat felt dry.
“There’s no way I’m letting you walk out alive, beauty.”
He grabbed my arm.
Everything in me went cold. A surge of panic crashed into my chest, and I yanked back, but his grip was iron.
“Don’t do this,” I gasped, struggling hard.
He ignored me.
The syringe glinted in the dim light. He brought it down slowly, like he wanted me to watch it happen.
I squirmed, kicked and begged as I trashed around to free myself from his grip. “Lorenzo, please!”
He didn’t burge. I felt the cold tip of the needle on the skin of my arm.
"Don’t do this," I said, still struggling.
He pressed the needle to my skin.
I screamed, loud and raw, the words coming out before I could stop it,
"I’m pregnant!"
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