Underground

Callie waited, and waited; she was expecting a bang, a scream, anything other than the silence, she wanted to hear a noise which she could deem to be a successful hit to the intended target. But how could she miss? He was right in front of her; there was no gap between his chest and the end of the barrel. Her eyes still closed she applied pressure to the trigger once more, but still no sound erupted.

“Safety first” Zacky cooed as he forced the firearm from her hands, he released the safety catch and shot a single round to the ground. Callie yelped from the sound, sliding down the wall to bring her knees to her chest, she wrapped her arms around her legs as she stared vacantly at the ground where the bullet had hit.

“Now stop fucking about” Zacky demanded as he grabbed Callie by her wrist to pull her upright again, spinning her so her back was against his front, raising his weapon to the side of her head, safety catch still released.

“I haven’t got the patience to play your games” he growled, pushing the gun harshly into her temple, her eyes wide with fright, she wanted to scream but the fear taking over her body prevented her voice. He sighed at her before pushing her away.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but you are really pushing my patience Cal. Now, go wait by the front door” Zacky waved the gun in the direction he intended her to travel and she followed, sitting down beside the front door with her knees to her chest again.

Zacky returned to the boot of the car, picking up the items he set aside earlier and tossing them over his right shoulder, using his left hand to pull his mobile from his jacket pocket, searching for the required contact he raises it to his ear as it starts to ring.

“I’m outside” he states simply to the person who answers, he then hangs up returning the phone to his pocket. Closing the boot to the car he glances over to see the front door open.

“Hey cupcake” the male in the doorway chuckled as he looked down to see Callie.

Callie glanced sideways to look at the source of the voice; she was met by a pair of boots, faded black ripped jeans and a plain black sleeveless tee with heavily muscled and coloured arms emerging from either side, a cigarette hung from his thin curled lips and his dark hair a mess. He raised a hand to push his hair back, tidying it slightly. Then Callie caught his eyes, his chocolate eyes, she knew those eyes, they screamed at her, screaming danger.

She staggered to her feet, turning her back to the man in the doorway, placing one foot in front of the other as fast as she could, nowhere to run but she scarpered anyway. Her escape attempt was short lived, only a couple seconds passed and the male was tailing after her. It didn’t take long for him to catch up, gripping her within one of his bulky tattooed arms, his other hand cupped over her mouth. She tried to scream but it came out as a barely audible murmur under his hefty callused hand.

“Where do you think you’re going cupcake?” he sniggered, she mumbled under his hand as he forced her to walk back towards the front door with him. Callie tried to resist, but his strength was overpowering.

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