The Soldier Next Door

I am not one for torture; that is Ray’s game. If there is one thing that he is feared for, then that is it; he will, without hesitation, cut all your fingers off. The man has no shame when it comes to removing your body parts. Now, believe me, this man is on a greater mission, which body parts he will take, well that remains to be seen.

All I want is to get Ana home.

But one thing I can tell for certain is when I find this fucking asshole, I am removing every single damn thing he uses to give a woman pleasure. The man is scum, and he has only but once proven that again.

So as I watch Ray walk with that godawful plyer, I cannot help but cringe and snap my eyes closed for but one second.

Then…

Ya…he calls for Williams, now Williams is terrified like shit as he moves closer. Yet, as he knows is best for him, he does exactly as Ray tells him. With somewhat of a trembling hand, he grabs hold of Matthews’s right hand and pins it firmly in place on the chair. In absolute complete horror, I watch as Ray takes those very same plyers and positing Matthews’s pinky between it.

With…one…two…three…

I hear a bone crack, blood is squirting everywhere, and Matthews’s voice vibrates through the kitchen into the hallways. And yes, Ray has a fucking smile on his face.

Williams that is now fairly covered in blood, steps away as Matthews’s pinky drops to the floor. I watch as the poor man gags, and I swear he is so close to fainting. Ya, as I said, we are not into torture. I fucking shoot you…that is it.

But even though this is fun to watch, there is one question that is yet to remain to be answered.

…Ana POV…

I still wish that someone can tell me what is going on here. Most important of it all, why the fuck has he dragged me out in the middle of the night for? But before we even answer that, “Can you at least give me some fucking clothes to put on.”

I watch as he disappears off into the house and returns with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and tosses it in my face. I only but laugh at him, for he is so damn stupid.

“How am I supposed to get this on if you have tied me to a chair?”

I hear him grunt and grind on his teeth as he reluctantly steps forward to come to untie me.

As soon he unties me, I am making my move.

So in one…two…three…

I kick him in the shin and dash for the doorway. I am not even two steps away, and he had his arms around my waist. Pulling me back into the house, “Let me go!” My voice vibrates through the house as I try to free myself from his grip, yet again, “Let me go!”

He bursts out in uncontrollable laughter; well, perhaps I can even call it a cackle. But whatever is coming out of that fucking filthy mouth is not human. This man is pure evil.  Though my battle is not over, I bite into the sensitive parts of the exposed skin on his waist, “Let me go!” I once again plead, but it only falls upon death ears.

Then, much to my disgust, he has his gun firmly pointed at my face as he watches me will I get dressed. There is no getting away from here. I just hope that Ethan comes soon.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Though for a very few minutes, I push this thought to the back of my mind, and I stare at him. “What the fuck is going on here?”

I watch as he looks at me, “Oh, you will soon see.”

…Ethan POV…

Well, I have just witness Matthews losing another finger. I wish the fuck will tell Ray what he wants to know, for my stomach might not be able to bear it.

So, once again, he moves a step closer with what now is a very sharp hunting knife. I do not know what he is going to do with that, but I do not wish to know. Then Ray starts again, “Where is that asshole keeping Ana.”

I watch as Matthews stumbles over his words as he is clearly in a great deal of pain, “I don’t know!  All he said is that we should stay behind as he would be expecting you to show up there.”

Ray ignores him completely and steps one terrifying step closer, “Where is Ana?”

Yet, Matthews has the very same answer, “I do not know!”

Then Ray gets a smirk on his face, more like an evil that has overtaken his body, “Do you know what I am going to do with this?” He waves his knife in front of Matthews’s face.

“Please,” Matthews begs. “Please, I really do not know where they are.”

Ray steps that one more ominous step closer; I can hear his heel clack against the tiles as absolute silence falls over the room.

“I am not asking you again.” With complete horror, I watch him pull Matthews by the hair. “If you don’t tell me now, then you will never be able to say another word again.”

There is the fear of seven horrors that creep into Matthews’s eyes. Then, with only but what is a suffocation whimper, he speaks to Ray that has the knife to his cheek now. “All I know is that they have gone to some old rundown house outside of the city.”

“Where?” Ray growls as he slides his knife down Matthews’s cheek.

“I don’t know, I promise you. I really do not know.”

Ray turns and faces me; “Is he telling the truth?” Ray raises but one eyebrow, and he patiently waits for my answer.

“Yes, he is.” With that, I see Matthews breathe a sigh of relief, and I, for his damn sake, hope that Ray is done with his torture.

And so begins the search for this house.

But there is yet another option, and this one involves breaking the law.

So, of course, I am the one that is presenting the options as Ray looks me on, “We can track his car or his cellphone. I think we are going to waste our time trying to look for a damn old rundown house. Who knows, they might have even moved her.”

Then there is where Ray calls for a eureka moment, “Fuck, why did you not suggest it in the first place?”

I look at him, trying my damn best not to laugh, “Hey, you have some scary shit in your hand. I was not going to interfere when you were having fun.”

For a rare moment, he laughs, which actually seems genuine, then he carries on, “Do what you have to. We need to get Ana back home.”

…Ana POV…

Something really messed up is going on here. I swear when I get loose here, I will kill him.

But just before he can tell me what the fuck is going on around here, there is another man that comes running into the house, I listen as they speak in hushed voices, then all of a sudden, they are all gone.

Well, that is just fantastic.

So he leaves me all alone.

Now, this asshole is not, is a boy scout. He has not tightened these ropes tight enough to hold.

So this is my moment.

I am getting the fuck out of here.

One thing that my dad did show me is how to tie and untie real big ass tied knots. Well, this one is not nearly big ass enough; it is going to be far too easy.

While keeping a firm eye on the door, I follow the loops that flow into each other. The rope is not thick, and fairly easy to squeeze my fingers underneath. With each knot that flows into the left, I pull it out to the right. I tuck them one by one, into left, out to the right. Slowly they start to come lose and loser. With one final pull, the complete knot comes apart, and I slip my hands out.

I sit for a few moments and wait for someone to come through the door; then, as I see nobody is about to come in, I start to work on the knots that are keeping my feet to the chair. I give myself a big ass pat on the back as I have myself completely freed from the chair.

But now I must get out of here.

So while keeping an eye on that front door, I scan the inside of the house. There is no back door, but lucky the windows do not have security bars in front of them and they are fairly low, low enough for me to get through one of them. I sneak to the first window I can find at the very back of the house; well, here is hoping that nobody is standing at the back. Slowly I start to work at one of the windows, but as I pull it open, it starts to make a loud crack.

I stand in complete haunting silence as I wait for someone to rush in from outside. Yet. Nothing. I slowly push myself up and slip my legs one by one out the open window. It is completely pitch dark; there is no way of knowing if there is someone out here until I am on top of them. But after a save few steps, I start to feel that I have made it.

But then…

As I am trying to disappear into the darkness… I wait…

But, still, nothing…

Once I feel that it is safe, I slowly start to run… I have no fucking idea where I am.