Blood will run forever

"Mhhhmmm! Mhhhhmmm!" All Madeleine could do is scream through the gag applied with force by the tall man, while the shorter one restrained her. It had happened so quick that she could do nothing to alert her family and the house guests- struggling, she was still no match as the 2 men dragged her away from the house to the nearby shed, a rustic wooden structure about 3 quarters the size of a barn. Hustled towards a waiting chair, she was forced into the chair and bound tightly with chains. Terrified, she gazed helplessly up at her attackers, their faces coming into view for the first time.

The tall one she recognized immediately- the picture she had come across before the "thing" had made its presence so frightfully clear. The Slavic-looking man with the small beard, staring at her with a kind of dangerous curiosity, like a cat about to bite the head off of a mouse. He was holding a highly modern looking handgun; she felt a new wave of fear upon seeing it was equipped with a silencer. The perfect weapon for an unnoticeable murder. The shorter one she also knew- from the papers. His name was Michael Elden, a man who could aptly be described as a "ghost", responsible for some of the biggest robberies ever commited in America. When she was a street walker in Denver, she had only heard his name whispered with fear and respect amongst the underworld. Now here he was, in full living colour. Madeleine knew nothing but fear as Michael walked towards her with a cloth, while holding a hose. He was intent on waterboarding her...

Notes

Sorry for the filler, my minds drained at the moment. More in the next chapter.