Page 146 of Retribution

Claustrophobia flips the switch in my brain and I become uncontrollable. I twist and writhe as I scream. My head pounds and I can feel the blood vessels in my eyes bursting one by one. The chair I’m strapped to tips onto its side, falling to the floor. I continue to fight it, praying that the ropes will loosen enough to set me free.

But my efforts are unaccounted for.

I pant as the tears flow endlessly, the reality of the situation sinking in. We’re going to die here, today. I can’t just sit here helpless, weak, and pleading for mercy.

“Is she this feisty in the bedroom?” She directs her question at Reed and I close my eyes.

I need to think.

Why isn’t he doing anything?

Is he really just going to sit here and allow the psycho bitch to talk us to our deaths?

“Tragic, really. You came all this way, with some cute idea of holding my parents at gun point and skipping out of here with Willow by your side. If there’s anything you need to work on in your next life, it’s to stop being so fucking naive. Quite frankly, it’s boring.” She sighs, glancing out of the window.

I see Reed out of the corner of my eye rush towards the gun he dropped.

“Pick that up and she gets a bullet in the forehead.” She states blankly, the gun now turned on me.

I try and look at Reed, but he’s too far behind me to see.

“Have I not just told you not to be so fucking naive, Reed? God, you disappoint me.”

I’m deathly still, staring down the barrel of her gun.

“Now, there is one thing I have to ask of you, Reed. Something that you might be uncomfortable answering. I need to know what I’m going back to. I don’t want to have to clean up any of your messes.”

Going back?

To Atlanta?

“What did you do with that, God awful, ex of hers?” She asks.

My eyes grow wide.

Scott?

“The silent treatment, huh?” She taunts.

Next thing I know, she climbs on top of me, legs either side of me, restricting my movements. She yanks my head to the side and she forces the gun into my mouth, it clangs against my teeth on the way in.

I sob uncontrollably, the tears streaming as I try and breath around the cold metal inside of my mouth.

Reed is staring at her, completely calm and collected.

I’m sitting here about to urinate all over the place and he’s there, looking smug?

She cocks the gun and Reed flinches.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. Just take the gun out of her fucking mouth, Allie.”

My eyes bounce between him and the psychotic bitch on top of me.

“I really like the atmosphere though, it makes it so much more exciting, don’t you think?” She smiles down at me as I shake my head as much as I can under her grip.

“Ergh, fine.” She grumbles and drops my head back to the cold tile, climbing off of me and returning to her chair.

I intake a sharp breath, the oxygen flowing freely into my mouth now it’s not being obstructed by a fucking gun.

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