Caught Between Them

As the minutes ticked by, the pain in my head began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of stubbornness . I wasn’t going to let Vincent intimidate me. Reagan’s life depended on me staying strong and thinking clearly. I could hear the faint hum of the city outside, a reminder that we weren’t completely isolated, even though it felt that way.

Vincent reappeared, striding into the room with an air of confidence that made my skin crawl. He looked down at me with a cold smile. “Ready to talk, Amelia?”

I met his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. “I told you, I’m not giving you any information.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But let’s not play games. Who did you come with?”

I swallowed hard, hoping he couldn’t see through my lie. “I came alone, just like you told me to.”

Vincent’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. “Is that so? Alone, all the way from your little village?”

I nodded, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Yes.”

He studied me for a long moment, then sighed. “Amelia, Amelia. You disappoint me. Lying won’t get you or your friend anywhere.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “But information wasn’t the only reason I wanted you to come here.”

A chill ran down my spine. “What do you mean?”

His eyes gleamed with crazy intensity. “I have bigger plans for you. You see, I need someone strong, someone resilient, to carry my children. To continue my legacy.”

My stomach turned. “You’re insane.”

Vincent leaned closer, his breath hot against my face. “Maybe. But you’re going to give me what I want, one way or another.”

Disgust surged through me, and before I could stop myself, I spat in his face. His expression filled with rage, and he slapped me hard across the cheek. Pain exploded in my head, and for a moment, I saw stars. When my vision cleared, he had grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him.

“You will behave,” he hissed, his grip tightening painfully. “Or I’ll kill your friend right here, right now.”

I forced myself to stay calm, to not show the fear that was threatening to overwhelm me. “You’ll never get away with this.”

Vincent laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “Oh, but I already have. You’re here, aren’t you? And soon enough, you’ll be exactly where I want you.”

He let go of my chin and stood up, looking down at me with a mixture of triumph and disdain. “Think about it, Amelia. You have a choice: cooperate and live, or resist and watch your friend die. It’s entirely up to you.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me to grapple with the horrifying reality of my situation. I could hear Reagan’s soft sobs beside me, and my heart broke for her. She had been dragged into this nightmare because of me, and now I had to find a way to save her.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Amelia,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What are we going to do?”

I looked at her, my mind racing. “I don’t know yet. But we’ll get out of this. I promise.”

As the hours passed, I tried to come up with a plan. I had to find a way to signal Brock and Logan without tipping off Vincent’s men. It was a slim chance, but it was all we had.

“Reagan,” I said quietly, glancing around to make sure we were still alone. “When they come back, follow my lead. We need to find a way to distract them.”

She nodded, her eyes wide with fear but also with a glimmer of hope. “Okay. I trust you.”

We didn’t have to wait long. Vincent returned, this time with two of his men. They untied Reagan from the chair and pulled her to her feet, dragging her towards the door.

“Where are you taking her?” I demanded, struggling against my own bonds.

Vincent smirked. “She’s a little leverage. We’re going to have a chat, and I want to make sure you understand what’s at stake.”

Panic surged through me, but I forced myself to stay calm. “Leave her alone. This is between you and me.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Vincent said, his tone mocking. “You see, your friend here is going to help us ensure your cooperation.”

As they dragged Reagan out of the room, I shouted after them. “Don’t hurt her! I’ll do what you want!”

Vincent paused, turning to look at me with a satisfied smile. “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear. But just to make sure, you’ll stay here for now. Think about your options.”

The door slammed shut behind them, and I was left alone in the dimly lit room. My mind raced, trying to come up with a way to escape and rescue Reagan. I knew Brock and Logan would be looking for us, but time was running out.

I strained against the ropes binding my wrists, trying to loosen them. My skin was raw and bleeding, but I didn’t stop. I had to get free. For Reagan. For all of us.

After what felt like hours, I finally managed to slip one hand free. I quickly untied the rest of the ropes and stood up, my legs trembling from the effort. I crept to the door and pressed my ear against it, listening for any sounds.

The hallway outside was quiet. I took a deep breath and opened the door a crack, peering out. There was no one in sight. I slipped out of the room and made my way down the hall, my heart pounding in my chest.

I had to find Reagan. I had to find a way out. And I had to do it before Vincent realized what was happening.

As I moved through the darkened warehouse, I kept to the shadows, listening for any signs of movement. Every creak and groan of the old building set my nerves on edge, but I pushed forward, driven by the need to save my friend.

Finally, I heard voices up ahead. I crept closer, staying hidden in the shadows. Vincent and his men were in a room just down the hall, and I could hear Reagan’s muffled cries.

I needed a distraction. Something to draw their attention away so I could get Reagan out. I spotted a stack of old crates and knocked one over, the crash echoing through the hallway.

“What was that?” one of Vincent’s men asked, his voice tense.

“Go check it out,” Vincent ordered. “And don’t let her out of your sight.”

One of the men walked towards the noise, his footsteps echoing loudly. I waited until he passed, then slipped into the room, my heart racing.

Reagan was tied to a chair in the center of the room, her face pale and tear-streaked. I rushed over to her, working quickly to untie the ropes binding her.

“Amelia,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I was so scared.”

“I know,” I said, my voice choked with emotion. “But we’re getting out of here. I promise.”

Just as I freed her, the door slammed open. Vincent stood there, his face twisted with rage. “You really thought you could escape?”

I pushed Reagan behind me, my heart pounding. “Leave her out of this, Vincent. It’s me you want.”

He laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. “Oh, Amelia. You’re not in a position to make demands.”

Before I could react, one of his men grabbed me from behind, his grip like a vise. Vincent stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with malice.

“You should have behaved,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “Now, you’re going to learn the consequences.”

He extended his fingers and claws suddenly gleamed in the dim light and instead of me he aimed for Reagan’s throat.

“Wait”‘ I screamed and Vincent stopped. I stared at him, tears in my eyes.

“Alright, am sorry. I’ll do what you want” I said and he grinned, his claws sheathing themselves.

“You’ll let me bang you”‘he said and I nodded.

“Yes. Please don’t hurt her” I begged and he smiled.

“Alright kitten, we’ll head home and make babies”‘he said and raised a fist for my face before I sank into the arms of unconsciousness.