Avenging Laura (Special Forces: Operation Alpha)

Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

Laura groaned as she moved her head. Her whole body hurt like a bitch. She’d been missing for several days now. She knew Joe and Dominick were going spastic trying to find her. She honestly didn’t think they would find her in time. Cyrus had stayed under the radar this long without anyone knowing about him. His taking her wouldn’t change that.

The one thing she will admit is that Cyrus was an evil son of a bitch. He never gave her back her clothes after having his guard dog cut them off her body when they had her hanging from the meat hook. He didn’t even give her new clothes either. He purposely left her naked and cold. He didn’t even give her a blanket when they would take her down after making her hang for hours at a time as they interrogated, beat, and tortured her.

Laura closed her eyes and allowed herself to mentally picture her husband and her children smiling and laughing. She wouldn’t allow herself to think of them sad or worse, dead like Cyrus promised her he would do to them. She had to believe that Joe would stay on high alert and keep their family protected. He would be surrounded by his family and fellow SEALs, and they wouldn’t let anything happen to them. She had to strongly believe that.

“Not today, bitch!” Cyrus murmured as he walked into the room seeing her still on the dirty mattress.

“Go fuck yourself, Cyrus. You haven’t broken me since I’ve been here. Today isn’t going to be your lucky day either.”

“Ah, I have more fun planned for you! Well, fun for me, not for you!” Cyrus smirked at Laura.

“I don’t know. I’m having some fun watching you get pissed when I don’t beg for mercy or for you to stop. Your punches kind of tickle anyways.”

“You’re funny for a dead bitch!”

“Yeah, but you’ll make it to hell before I will,” Laura quipped, moving to sit up.

“Ah, such confidence from someone that can’t even sit up without assistance right now. Ziegler, bring our guest back to her second home. Get her ready. We have guests that will be chiming in soon.”

“Oh goodie. More people to add to the hit list. At this rate, I’ll be busy for the next twenty years. Good retirement plan for me,” Laura quipped as she grunted when Cyrus’s minion, Ziegler hoisted her up roughly.

“Kind of hard for you to have a hit list since you’ll be a dead bitch soon.” Ziegler laughed as he half dragged, half pushed Laura out of the room toward the area they had set up as her torture chamber.

“Never said I wouldn’t be. But I definitely won’t be going alone.” Laura coughed as pain coursed through her body from the movements she was being forced to make.

“I have to give you points, bitch. You’ve held out longer than any of the other whores the boss has put in this position. Most give him what he wants after just an hour or two. You’ve actually been fun to try and break.” Ziegler laughed as he hoisted Laura’s tied wrists onto the meat hook.

“I was going to say hard to give an asshole what he wants when you don’t know what he wants. Since you said he wanted to break me, he’s going to have to try harder. My parents and ex-husband have tried that for years and have failed. So, good luck!” Laura spit blood onto the ground as she tried to catch her breath.

“Challenge accepted,” Cyrus said cheerfully as he walked into the room.

“We’ll see if you meet it,” Laura challenged, tilting her head from side to side.

“Oh, don’t worry, Laura Renee. He will meet it.”

Laura lifted her head toward the screen where the voice came from. Ah, their guests were going to be via screen.

“Aw, look, if only we had Mummy and Dominick, we could say we’re one big happy fucking family. Oh, wait. We can’t because Dominick and I’d rather put a bullet in your heads. Hello, Daddy-o and waste of jizz. How nice of you two to join in the fun. Let me guess, afraid of being here in person?” Laura mocked cheerfully as she rolled her eyes at seeing her father, David, and her younger sister, Maria, on the screen.

“Afraid of what? Really? You think we’re afraid of you, the one hanging from a meat hook. Now I have to admit I have missed your wit, big sister. It has always been your biggest downfall.” Maria Pratt smirked as she leaned back in her seat on the tv screen.

“Actually, Maria, thinking you’re better than everyone has always been your biggest downfall. I’m surprised at how this dynamic works. See, from my gathering of intelligence in all this bullshit that’s been going on since the day I found out about you two assholes and this ‘Arrow’ shit that, Maria thinks she’s in charge.” Laura laughed, only to have to stop and cough when her body was racked with pain from the movement.

“Oh, but I am sister dear.” Maria clapped as she crossed her legs on screen.

“Yeah? For how long? See, my intel shows how Daddy-o really feels about women. They are beneath him. They are beneath men. Ole Cyrus here? He has the same thoughts that the sperm donor has about women. We are nothing but tools for their dicks and we are to obey them. You’re just a tool for the feds and other intelligence agencies to stay off their trail. Something tells me the little brats time is coming to an end. Tell me Cyrus, you made mention that I removed an obstacle from your path to the top. Which obstacle was that because Maria seems to think she’s the top dog and yet you’re the one doing their bidding like the little puppy she considers you to be.”

“Enough! She’s wasting our time. Let’s get this started. We have a meeting to get to.” David Pratt smacked the table, glaring at Laura through the computer screen.