Ice (Elite Forces #1)(60)
I feel the scrape of the gravel across my skin as my body is dragged to god knows where. My eyes are both swollen shut from some *s steel toed boot to my face. I have no clue where I’m at. I only know there's tiny f*cking pebbles digging in to my flesh. I'm not an idiot. I know this is only the beginning of the torture I'll receive.
I feel at least five sets of hands grip my flesh and throw me on the back of a truck like a bag of trash. The landing only intensifies my already bruised ribs, but I welcome the pain. It means I'm still alive.
I focus on the sounds around me, trying to memorize every single f*cking sound. There’s nothing but the harsh whispers of the night. My focus shifts to the loud cawing scream coming from above. I can hear the vulture circling as if there is something here to feed off of. I refuse to believe that's my fate and silently will that f*cker to choke on the next rotting flesh it preys on.
The rumble of the truck engine starting reminds me of the truck we were moved in earlier, but it's slightly smoother. I imagine an old farm truck with a similar bed as I'm flipped to my face so some dickhead can tie me up tighter. The restraints are harsh and I'm trying my hardest not to fight back. I need the element of surprise on my side and I'm positive having two eyes that will open would be a great help.
I start to focus on the movements of the truck as I'm man-handled. The further away we get, the harder it is to swallow. I know it'll be hard as f*ck for my team to find me now. My only hope is to stay alive long enough that my guys can find me. They're great at what they do and they will find me. I'm just not sure how long it'll take them. Their first priority is to get the target back to the States under any conditions and if any of them falter from that I'll personally kick their ass myself.
The sound of the truck breaking pulls me back to the reality of the nightmare I'm living. I'm lifted to my feet by the ropes that I'm bound by and shoved face first off the back of the truck. I will kill this mother f*cker the second I'm free. I can smell his f*cking filth everywhere and will never forget it.
The feeling of my body scraping against the ground again pulls to surface the pain I'm trained to deal with. It doesn't make it easier. I fight the urge to vomit as they drag me into a wooded area. The rustling of dried leaves crunching under their boots on what I can imagine as a stoned filled road burns into my memory. I’m trying to recognize everything I can. I'm hoping like f*ck that I'll need this information in the near future.
The voices from their foreign language all ring in my head long after I’m tossed into some sort of cold cemented cell, the metal door is slammed sealing me to my fate for now. These men have no idea who they have f*cked with. I’ll build my strength in here. My mind begins to run a race of its own. I roll over and spit out the blood that's pooling in my mouth and try not to think about anything but her.
Jade’s beautiful skin lights up my memories and even through this f*cking hell, I can feel her. I know she's mad as f*ck and won't stop until she gets to me. This should be comforting to me, but it scares the f*ck out of me. I can handle anything they do to torture me, but if they lay one f*cking finger on her it'll feel like I'm being gutted.
I have to keep her inside and safe. She'll give me the strength I need to get through this no matter what my fate is and I know my team won't let anything happen to her. That’s all I can do for now. I'll let her be my angel in this hell. She's my blonde haired beauty. The woman I’m falling in love with and she'll be the strength I need to survive.
I hear more voices outside the door and I work to translate their disgusting words that are barely audible to my ears. Chicken shit motherf*ckers. My knowledge of how this works should have me shitting myself in fear, but I'll be f*cking damned if these *s will ever smell fear coming from me.
I wish they'd come in here and untie me. Let me have a fair chance against their bullshit. But I know how this works. Most likely I'll be left here to die unless they find a reason to keep me alive. In the grand scheme of things that isn't likely. They can do whatever they want to me. I can spend the last few days of my life knowing I succeeded. I never once faltered my country and given the chance to do it all over again, I would in a heartbeat. There's only one thing I'd do different. I can't change it now and even if I could, I'm not sure how I could stay away.
A tiny tear slips out of my eye and across my nose as I think about the way it should be. I was so close to having everything. My heart is still full and even though I'll most likely never feel her soft skin again, I swear I can smell her right here and now. I swallow hard and acknowledge the reality of this situation. The odds of me making it through this are very slim. I can only hold on to the memories and die with a vision of her in my head.
Their voices get louder and I translate a few of their words. I know they're coming in soon to attempt to get me to talk. I will never talk. I swallow around the large lump in my throat and begin to accept my fate.
I'll die soon with only one regret. Jade.
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