In Too Deep

Finding Them (Part 1)

Finding Them (Part 1)

Zayne

I knew there was no other way to do this. We had to search every warehouse in my land that was close to water. That was the only way we could find them.

Banks had gathered all my soldiers to help us search but there were at least 25 warehouses that were near bodies of water.

Tubby hadn't stopped crying since she declared that she couldn't do this yesterday. But I knew she was going to do everything in her power to find our girls.

"I think we should start near the ocean and work our way in since all these warehouses are in close proximity of each other." Banks said.

This was something new of Banks. Usually, he was very immature and very childlike but recently, he's been acting like Montana. Very wise and observant.

I nodded, grabbing my guns and following them to the trucks. I slide into the driver's seat with Tubby in the passengers seat. There were over 400 soldiers accompanying us to these warehouses.

There wasn't a doubt in my mind that I'd find my girls today. Something screamed it in my guts. So I sped down the highway, towards the warehouse where we would begin searching.

I knew today would be a long day.

Pulling up at the first warehouse, we knew there was nobody inside it. The roof was caved in and one of the walls had already collapsed.

The second warehouse was in much better condition. My regular crew entered the building. I gagged at the smell, it made my head hurt and me to feel very nauseous. It smelled of rotten wood and mildew with a hint of something decaying.

Many of my soldiers instantly went up the stairs and started knocking down the boxes that were scattered everywhere. Some of them went around the perimeter of the building, finding nothing.

"What the fuck is that smell?" Fi said, dry heaving while her hair was strewn about her face.

"Over here." A tall, Mexican soldier said in a thick accent.

We walked over and saw the body of a homeless man. It was decaying but it seemed he died of natural causes.

"Do we call it in?" A female soldier asked, her hair braided into two long goddess braids and the bottom half of her face was hidden behind the sleeve of her jacket.

"No, fuck him. He isn't my concern. That isn't my Skye." I said, walking out the warehouse.

Later On...

We entered at least the fifteenth warehouse of the day, and came up with nothing. I could smell the mildew in the air but it was empty. Nobody was here.

I sighed again, punching the metal wall to my right. Banks grabbed my fist that had already bruised slightly, "Stop. Hurting yourself won't make this any easier."

Montana was walking around the perimeter of the warehouse before stopping and bending down.

"Yo." He said, attracting our attention.

We walked over to him and noticed what he was staring at. There was a partial covered gun in the soil. I pulled it up and I instantly knew it belonged to Skye when I saw the small scratch on the gun from when she dropped it from the balcony by accident.

"This is Skye's." I said, "If it's here, then she was here or she's somewhere around here."

I turned around in a full circle and saw a warehouse in the far distance. It was at least 5 miles away but the building was looming in the distance and looked completely run down.

"She's there." Tubby whispered. "I can feel it."

SKYE (this morning)

I looked over at Rio. She had woken up this morning and was struggling, screaming, and fighting so they had drugged her.

I didn't have the energy to fight anymore. I looked over at the man who was now clomping down the stairs, with a wicked smile on his face.
"Hello beautiful. Long time, no use." He said, stopping in front of me and grabbing my face and snatching the gag out of my mouth. "Give me a kiss."

I felt disgusted. What would Zayne think of me if she knew I gave up? I began thrashing my head about so he wouldn't kiss me. He smacked me hard, causing my cheek to go numb and feel prickly.

"Stupid bitch." He mumbled, grabbing my face again. "Stupid pretty bitch."

I could see him making his way towards me again and I spit at him. I saw it land directly on his cheek, close to his mouth.

"Fucking bitch!" He screamed, smacking me so hard I fell from the chair I was in. "Nasty fucking slut!" He screamed, sending a hard kick to my gut causing me to dry heave due to the emptiness of my stomach.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards his. He pulled out his pocket knife. The same knife that had cause the cuts that littered my arms and thighs.

He looked over my arms and chuckled to himself, "Damn, I've really cut you up."

I spit towards him again, missing by a few inches. I didn't even see the foot coming towards my face until it had already kicked me. I heard my nose crunch under the weight of the boot. I felt sick as blood came up my throat and I spit the coppery tasting substance out to the concrete ground.

My ribs were aching, I'm sure the area covering my ribs were severely bruised, covered in blue and purple marks and possibly broken.

I let out a soft groan when he grabbed my arm and turned me over on my back. A knife sliced into the soft skin on my shoulder and I let out a scream. The skin was burning and I felt the blood oozing down from my shoulder. The knife sliced it over and over again. I screamed again, my voice going hoarse from the screams.

"That'll teach you, bitch." He mumbled.

My shoulder was on fire and my head was aching badly. My throat burned and achingly dry. So dry that even my own spit didn't soothe the persistent itch.

I felt a hand grab my neck and my torn blood covered panties being pulled down when we heard screaming and gunfire from above us.

"Fucking hell." He said, pulling up his pants and running towards the stairs.

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