Drowning Saints

Without A Trace

Darcy's Pov

He chained me up to my plane seat. My feet were cuffed together. Without that tracker there's no way they'll find me. I'm royally screwed.

"I'm leaving, sweetheart. Last chance to come with me. If not, someone else will take my place as your "keeper." Wanna come, sweets?" Is this guy serious? Yeah seriously disgusting.

I glare at him, wishing my look would kill him. Too bad that doesn't really work.

"Alrighty then, babe. What? No goodbye kiss?" He starts to lean down but I head butted him. He slaps me across my face yelling.

"You little bit...."

"McCloud! Get the fuck off my plane now if you're going to be this way. You got your pay. Did your share. It's time you leave."

"Way to go, idiot! She wasn't supposed to know any of our names."

"Doesn't matter. Boss won't let her escape. Only way she's leaving is in a body bag." He gives me a look that makes me shudder.

After McCloud leaves he makes sure I'm properly secured. I study him trying to memorize every detail, in case I make it out alive.

He's 5'8 and well built. His hair is flaming red with a beard that reaches his belly. I can't seem to place his accent. His blue eyes bore into mine.

"There all set. We're fixing to leave now. I'm going to put a blindfold on you. If you need anything just yell Red."

Before I have time to respond he covers my eyes. The sound of his footsteps slowly fade. I'm left in the darkness with my thoughts. I have no clue where they're taking me.

They're smart to trade me off. Harder to track down that way. I doubt they know where my new handler is taking me. How many times will I change hands? I need to come up with a plan. If I had my bracelet I'd be out of these cuffs in an instant. It had a lock pick on it too.

My mind kept racing and eventually I fell asleep. I was awoken by the blindfold being ripped off. Geez! It's so bright I can hardly see anything. I blink a couple times to refocus. I'm unchained from my seat and lead outside. He walks me out towards a beach. A boat is waiting for us.

It looks fancy, like something a billionaire would own. Red takes me below deck and I'm chained yet again. Only this time I'm forced to stay standing. My wrists are starting to hurt from these restraints. Red leaves me alone. This time I don't meet my captor. The boat sails on towards an unknown destination.

I don't know how long I've been gone, but in all this time no one has fed me. I'm starving and feel weak. I have to be strong. I need to make it out of this alive. I feel myself slowly slip unconscious. The last thing I see before going out is Boone's face making me smile. I must be dying.

I'm dead. I feel weightless. It's almost as if I'm floating. I hear voices around me, but can't open my eyes to look around. A groan escapes my lips. Does it always feel like you've been run over by a truck when you're dead? I thought you didn't feel pain. Just my luck. I chuckle to myself at the cruelty of life. Arms tighten around me. What the hell? I hear laughter too.

"Sleep well there, darling?" Of course it had to be him. Who else would it be. I roll my eyes. I don't think he appreciated it because he lets out a low growl.

"Don't be a brat, baby. I'd have to punish you. You're too weak right now." Bryant says.

He carries me bridal style into a building in the middle of nowhere. It's too dark to see much of my surroundings. Damn it. We walk through several rooms before he places me on a bed.

"This is our bedroom. I had it all prepared for your arrival. I hope you like it. I'll get you something to eat." He leans out the door yelling for one of his men.

"Bring something for my wife to eat. Probably some chicken soup as weak as she looks."

I know he did not just call me his wife! No way would I ever marry this creep. Boone, if you can hear me come save me!

Bryant places a steaming bowl of soup in front of me. I just stare at it. Am I hungry? Starving actually. Do I trust it not to be laced with drugs? Not on your life. He picks up a spoonful bringing it to my lips. When I don't take it he sighs.

"Baby, you need to eat something. I can't have you getting sick. I can't believe those idiots working for me didn't feed you. Now open up for daddy."

My mouth falls open and he shoves the spoon in. Did he really just call himself "daddy" to me? Don't know whether to cringe or PKqchuckle. If Boone said that it'd be different, but this guys an absolute creep. Isn't it funny sometimes how two people can say the exact same thing with different results each?

He finishes feeding me in silence for the most part. After I'm finished he runs me a hot bath. He carries me in and sets me on the closed toilet lid. Why is he being so.....weird? He's acting like we're an actual couple. He's acting like he never killed my brother. An ache fills my chest.

"I'll wait in the bedroom. Take as long as you need. Towels are in the cabinet. Clothes are on the counter here." He kisses my forehead and walks out.

I lock the door before stripping and getting in. It feels so good. I notice he has rose scented shampoo and jasmine scented body wash for me. He really has had his people watching me for quite some time. I notice a razor. Tears fall from my eyes. I don't know what possessed me to do it. Without any thought I sliced myself. Blood seeped into the bath water and my eyes slid closed.