Avenging Laura (Special Forces: Operation Alpha)

Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Laura woke with a start when she felt ice cold water being thrown in her face. Jumping up as best as she could, she shook her head to clear the water out of her face. Using her hands, she wiped her hair from her face and cursed up a storm when every muscle in her body hurt like a bitch.

“Ah, good. You’re awake. We can finally get started. Bruce, get her prepped. I want to enjoy making her scream properly.”

Laura looked toward the voice that sounded muffled since her hearing aids were now ruined thanks to the water they threw at them. Maybe they will start working again once they have dried out. Who knows.

“Who the fuck are you?” Laura croaked as she watched the figure move around the room, wiping his hands.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, even that shit was painful, when he put a dramatic hand to his chest as if she wounded him. Yeah, she’s already figured out who it was just from that.

“Why, sister dear, you wound me! Oh, that’s right, you never met me because your whore of a mother refused to allow me to be a part of the family. So, let me introduce myself, I’m your brother, from another mother…”

“Really? That’s the best line you have for introducing yourself?” Laura rolled her eyes when the man stopped and started cracking up at his own joke.

“Well, technically I am. You see, we share the same…oh wait. We don’t. We don’t share the same sperm donor. You’re a product of your mother’s affair, just like I’m a product of my father’s affair.”

Laura was startled at the statement that Cyrus had just made. He was trying to get under her skin and cause her to act out so he could excuse his actions against her.

“Is that the best you can come up with? Wow! A kindergartner can come up with better bullshit than that. Just do whatever it is you’re going to do and get it over with. Would hate for you to waste a trip to beat me up only to kill me with boredom from your bullshit stories.”

Laura couldn’t help but scream out when she was hoisted into the air by her wrists. She had failed to realize that her hands had been hooked to a meat hook until it was too late. When she was pulled to a standing position and left to stand on the tip of her toes, she knew she was fucked, and not in a good way.

She watched as Cyrus nodded at the man who attached her to the meat hook before taking his seat in the chair, continuing to wipe his hands. Dude must have a germ phobia or something.

When she felt her shirt start to give way, she realized that Cyrus had given the order to have her clothes removed from her body. She was seriously going to kick his balls into his fucking eye sockets if she was ever able to get loose. Especially when he started laughing when she started struggling to stop the henchfucker from tearing all of her clothes off.

“Struggle all you wish, sister dear. The results will be the same. Either be tired or conserve your strength and face me. Makes no difference to me.”

Laura couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. “You’re a real comedian, aren’t you, Cyrus?”

SMACK

“God, I have been wanting to do that for years!” Cyrus huffed after smacking Laura across the face, hard, drawing blood.

Laura licked the side of her lip where blood was pooling after the smack to her face. She tilted her head to the side, hearing a crack then tilted her head to the other side, hearing another crack. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

When she didn’t respond or give him a reaction, he punched her in the face which led him to deliver a series of blows to Laura’s face, torso, and chest. When Cyrus stopped his volley of blows, he was breathing heavily, as he stepped back, his knuckles bloody.

Despite being bloodied and definitely bruised, Laura started chuckling. Dangling from the meat hook, she leaned her head backwards and started laughing harder. Looking over at a confused Cyrus she just shook her head as best as she could.

“That’s the best that you can do, little brother? I’ve had cartels and gang bangers who hit harder than you do.” Laura spit the blood that was pooling in her mouth out at Cyrus’s feet. “You apparently didn’t know our father too well. I’ve dealt with this shit from him and the pansy ass Marine he sold me too. I actually expected better from you.”

“Oh, bitch, I’m just getting started. Trust me, you’ll be begging for death before I’m done with you. That’s just a taste of the hell that’s about to come,” Cyrus growled at Laura, storming up to her as he smacked her hard across the face.

“I’m curious why you’re so angry with me? I’m not the one who stole daddy away from you. I had nothing to do with that shit. The man had nothing to do with me, so your anger is really hilarious when it comes down to it.”

“You think that’s why I’m dealing with you right now? You’re a joke! For someone who is supposed to be so damn smart, you’re a fucking idiot. I’m dealing with you because you and your fucking team have cost me millions in revenue with your raids. You’ve caused issues with my reputation because of the shit you’ve pulled to rescue my products. Florida, Montana, Mexico, Colorado, California, New York, Arkansas. And those are just the top places.”

Laura couldn’t help but tilt her head as she looked at her supposed brother in the eyes. What the fuck was this asshole going on about? They have only dealt with Florida and California when it comes to the human trafficking ring. Something wasn’t right with the information that this asshole was spouting.