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The early Hawai’ian sun peeked through the cotton curtains, illuminating the bedroom and its inhabitants. Lucy woke gently, feeling a weight beside her and a hand spread against her bare back. The thought of her nude body bringing back the wonderful memories of the previous night. She turned her head towards the weight, seeing golden hair shimmering in the early sunlight spread out on a pillow.
The brunette cuddled closer into the familiar weight, their warmth radiating off and onto Lucy. She hummed gently, appreciating the beauty of the early mornings. She felt the blonde beside her stir, and she watched as the blonde blinked away the sunlight.
“Kateeeee,” Lucy whispered teasingly. But the blonde didn’t move. She didn’t pull Lucy closer to her, or start kissing the small brunette.
“Kate?” Lucy asked, concerned.
“Wake up.”
A whisper.
“Kate?” She asked again, before rubbing at her eyes.
“Wake up Agent Tara” the voice repeated, followed by a bucket of water which awoke Lucy from her slumber.
She was no longer in the comfort of Kate’s arms. No. She was sat in an uncomfortable wooden chair, her arms tied behind the wood. Her body drenched in water, her skin littered with goosebumps and her body shivering.
“Rise and shine Miss Tara…” the voice said again, Lucy watched as they turned on the light and stepped towards her. Her head wincing at the sudden Light, overloading her senses.
She took one look at her captor.
“Jason..” she begun, her voice soft and a slight whimper underneath. She opened her mouth to speak again but was blocked by Jason’s arm as he punched her harshly.
Her left eye stung and she knew her face was painted with bruises.
She remembers her captor. Jason Yak, the lion. They’d arrested him and his cousin. Yet here he stood, watching her, tormenting her,
“You don’t get to speak Tara. Not after everything you’ve done.” He finally spoke, Lucy watched through hooded eyes as Jason grabbed a beer bottle. He chugged the liquid as if he’d gone without liquid for days before walking up to Lucy until she could smell his beer-stained breath.
“You will pay for all the pain you’ve caused me. But first, we’re going to have some fun.” He whispered, his breath hot on her face. He laughed maniacally as he grabbed a box which Lucy noticed he had brought into the room with him.
He took it to a nearby table, opening it. The rattle of the tools shaking Lucy’s nerves.
She watched as he brought out his tools, aligning them so Lucy could see his delights.
“Jason” Lucy whispered, panting as she tried to move her body. The man turned, Lucy noticed he held a knife in his hand. Her eyes widened in fear, and she tried moving her body again. Jason laughed as he watched the agent struggle under her ropes.
He slowly sauntered over to the agent.
“Jason, please. I don’t understand, I’ve done nothing wrong. Please.” She cried, her eyes burning from her infinite tears. He slowly brought the knife, so the cold blade was lying flat against her cheek. Lucy could smell the alcohol in his breath, and she held herself back from spitting at him.
He brought his face closer, his eyes angry.
“Look around Agent Tara”. He spat, gesturing his head to the room around him.
Reluctantly, Lucy turned her head, before swallowing bile which filled her throat.
“What the fuck” She whispered, utterly disgusted at the sight.
Arms.
Hanging from the ceiling.
Bloody, cut and pale.
Each one more terrifying from the other.
“Yes Agent Tara, one wrong move.” Jason started, before bringing the machete forward. He dragged the blade down Lucy’s right arm, drawing blood and causing Lucy to whimper in pain.
“And you’ll be next”
“What do you want from me Jason” Lucy spat, making her anxiety with pure anger.
He smiled eerily, refusing to answer.
“Goodnight Agent Tara” he replied.
She felt her head snap backwards, her head smacking the chair behind her. Her vision suddenly darkening.
Jason smirked, wiping Lucy’s blood onto his trousers.
“Just you wait Tara, I’ll get what I want”