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“Asshole? I saw ‘Asshole’. Mr Gideon is an asshole? I mean Mr Gideon is the asshole? I mean… yeah, I’ll call him now,” I stuttered.
“Yeah, call him up and…” I hung up on him and proceeded to call Mr Gideon. The phone rang and my heart leapt in joy, but it got cut off. I tried it again twice and it was the same result. At least the phone was on, I would track it down to wherever it was.
It was currently one in the morning, but I didn’t care. If I was being so stressed and worried even though I knew she was an assassin and could protect herself, then something had to be happening.
I took my keys from the table and left.
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ALEXIS
I woke up with a loud groan. What happened?
My body hurt like hell and as I tried to touch my head, I realized that I couldn’t move my hand. I peered down and saw that my hands were tied to a chair.
Yesterday –or was it,someone hit my head with a rod and here I was, tied to a chair in a dark room. I tugged on the rope and winced as the pain hit me. I glanced around and saw nobody, my jaw clenched in anger as I moved the chair with my butt.
“You freaky coward, show yourself to me, I dare you.” No reply. I moved the chair again with a scream. “Come out and face me. If I don’t tear you in pieces, call me a bastard.”
The room brightened a little with a blue light, I looked at the direction of the light and saw that it was a television being turned on. Another turned on, and another, until six televisions brightened the room. I squinted my eyes at the TVs and just as I was about to call out to anybody again, they started playing.
A young girl and six boys were in a room, a dark room. The girl’s hands were tied and she was on a cold tiled floor. She shivered, and my face flexed as I clenched my fists in rage.
That was me, that was my rape video.
Cedric Antonio.
The little me cried when one of the boys forced himself on her. He removed himself from her and the hand behind the camera handed him a tissue to clean the blood on him. The second did his, then the third, up until the sixth, and I watched. I watched myself getting raped.
Memories that I didn’t want to remember –memories that I never forgot– were being played for me in 4K. I dropped my head, unable to watch, but I could only close my eyes, I couldn’t block my ears, which meant I couldn’t do anything about the screams I heard.
“TURN THIS OFF RIGHT NOW,” I screamed, but the volumes went louder and the room was filled with the screams from a twelve-year-old me as the boys forced themselves on her.
That was just one day, they did it for eight days, took me for eight days without any remorse. And they still had the balls to keep the videos they took with them up till now.
My body shook and my throat tightened. Not an attack, not an attack, not the fucking time to have a panic attack. My eyes blurred and tears fell out. I gasped loudly as I felt an invisible hand around my neck, I couldn’t breathe.
I clenched my fists till I was sure they already turned white and I opened my mouth till drool leaked. I should grab my neck, but my hands were tied. I couldn’t die, I still had to kill Cedric. I wanted to stab him about forty-eight times, I wanted to stab him until his intestines were out.
“I’M WARNING YOU, CEDRIC, TURN THIS OFF,” I screamed again, but no reply.
I screamed to drown the screams of her. I screamed until I could no longer feel my voice and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I coughed out. The televisions turned off and I heard a sinful dark laugh. The room lightened up and I shut my eyes at the sudden brightness.
Cedric was sitting on the chair with three armed men on one side and three unarmed men on the other side. I sucked in breaths. It was the first time I was seeing him in ten years.
I trailed my eyes to his feet, and saw that he had them on Gideon, who was tied on the floor.
He had clearly been tortured with busted lips and swollen eyes, my face twitched. I noticed Gideon mouth something to me and I squinted my face to read his lips. They read ‘They killed Yusuf,’ and I gave a small nod in response.
A phone rang and Cedric groaned. “Isn’t she both Jordan and Alex?” He threw the question in the air after which he picked the phone from the table and kicked Gideon who winced. “Then who is the Alex that keeps calling you?” He added and my head shot up.
Jayden. He had my SIM so he would definitely be the one calling Gideon. Was he searching for me? I just hoped he was in his house safely with Ariana and Kendal because if he dropped them all alone to look for me, I’d never forgive him.
Cedric looked at me and I raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you just going to stare at me all day or are you actually going to say something?” I asked and he laughed amusingly, throwing his head back.
“They are right, you are fearless. How are you the same Jordan?”
“I know, right?” I replied. He suddenly frowned and I could tell he didn’t like the way I was acting. He wanted me to be scared, but he wouldn’t get that reaction from me. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me scared because truth be told, I wasn't scared one bit. What was the worst that could happen?