Syd pov
Number 3 is a sadist!
He has clamped my nipples tightly in mini vice type clamps which are attached to a small battery pack that he has strapped around my waist, and has rubbed my body with some exfoliating gloves that has left my skin aflame, burning painfully.
I am uninterested in what he is about to do next so avert my eyes and am distracted by watching Yanni.
My love, my life.... broken, slumped in his chair and bleeding profusely. His head is hanging so low I feel sure he must have passed out. Oh god... I hope he is just passed out!
I will him to lift his head, closing my eyes and visualising the scene..... his swollen eyes locking with mine as I mouth 'I love you' and he smiles back at me, soothing my soul and calming my fear...... Sadly just wishful thinking.
A gasp escapes me as a bucketful of iced salt water is thrown over me, cubes hitting my face painfully as the salt settles in every graze, scratch, whip mark and pin hole on my body, the sting all over is unpleasant but very bearable compared to what comes next.
Number 3 approaches me and lifts my legs up, placing them on either side of his body as he pulls me towards his face, his eyes hidden but his ugly mouth remains fully free and visible. He licks his lips and sneers only millimetres from mine before groping my boobs roughly and biting my neck and chest.
"Dolly... I have been watching you from afar since you left us, keeping tabs on everything you do, everywhere that you have been and everyone you have met. We were all deeply angry when you left, you have no idea how many times I almost approached you and claimed you as mine. We have even spoken a few times, at a couple of award shows, you've actually interviewed me on the red carpet twice too. The thrill of knowing what hides under your outfit, how you taste, smell and feel, in my hands and on my dick almost too much to handle. You not having any idea who I was beyond thrilling, but alas I've never been able as I would identify myself. I hope it comforts you to know that collectively we have been able to keep your every move tracked, keep other men away from you, until that Australian Noah suggested taking you away with them, and his friend Yanni over there turned your head!
We have suffered without you Dolly.... and now it's your turn" he threatens, slapping my face and letting my feet fall to the floor heavily, straining the muscles in my shoulders and arms painfully.
He steps back from me and begins to chuckle, then presses a button on a hand held remote that sends a bolt of electricity through my wet body, the searing pain travelling through me igniting every nerve, my body convulsing, eyes rolling, the chains I'm attached to rattling out a tune of suffering and misery.
I'm aware of him approaching me, roughly pulling the clamps from my nipples then placing his huge hands over my ears and lifting my head to look at his face, an evil glint in his eye as he uses his fat wet tongue to lubricate his lips before laughing at me and licking my face from my chin to my eye.
He slobbers his way down my body, a few bites along the way. I can only assume that my lack of groans or pained whimpers angered him because he takes one of my nipples
deeply into his mouth, sucking it for a few seconds before sinking his teeth into my flesh. My scream cuts through the air, the pain immense. I feel sure he is about to spit my nipple into my face, he must have bitten it off fully, but he doesn't.
He steps away from me, no doubt heading for the rack of torture equipment behind him to beat me some more... so predictable!
Every inch of my body aches, I am bruised and bleeding but I remain unbroken. I will not break. I now have a reason to stay strong, someone to stay alive for.
Yanni
There is an incredible bang at the entrance to the room, followed by many raised voices, shouted instructions and panicked protestations of innocence. My eyes are drawn to Yanni and I see someone crouched infront of him and shudder. It must be one of THE SIX, taking care of witnesses.
No witnesses!!
"SYD!!!"
My eyes are drawn towards the familiar voice, finding Laura's stricken face as she approaches me with a photographer in tow, taking a few pictures of my current position as Laura wraps a blanket around my battered naked body and shouts for a colleague to detach me from my bindings.
She kisses my forehead, the only indication of any familiarity between us before metaphorically replacing her DCI hat and resuming her position of authority, requesting her colleague get me out of this room and into a waiting ambulance once my cuffs are removed.
I am placed in a chair while the officer radios for an ambulance crew to bring a wheelchair or gurney to collect me, my legs unable to support my weight.
After patting my knee and telling me that I'm safe now she turns to assist her colleague cuff one of THE SIX who is resisting arrest. He attempts to run but with lightning reflexes she extends her baton before him, just off of the ground and his foot catches it, toppling him hard. He lands with a crunch and a scream and she follows him down to the floor, putting her knee in his back whilst expertly cuffing his hands together behind him and hauling him to his feet. He continues to scream and complain about his arm but she tells him to calm down so she can take him to an ambulance for transfer to hospital, then under her breath but loudly enough for me to hear says "what goes around comes around eh, arsehat! I hope your stay with Her Majesty is very very long, and that you make lots of 'special friends' who know how to treat a piece of shit like you properly. I think you should start saving to buy a doughnut ring cushion. Right, let's go shall we!?" and nudges him in the back, guiding him to the door. She is my new hero.
I return my attention to Yanni and witness the man who had been kneeling before him slump to the floor, blood running down the right side of his head and soaking into his jacket.
I stare wide eyed and motionless as Yanni throws himself forward from his chair with a roar into the stomach of the man who remains standing, the man who has a broken and bloody wine bottle in his hand. Harry!
He crashes backwards to the floor, Yanni falling forwards on top of him as they go. He raises himself to sitting, straddled over Harry's hips and begins to rain blows to his face, screaming incomprehensible but very definite obscenities as he does, weakening quickly as two police officers lift him from Harry's sprawled form and drag him backwards, telling him "He's not worth it!".
Harry begins to laugh like a lunatic as Yanni sags to the floor, falling heavily on his knees. He looks up at me through his swollen eyes, having to raise his head almost to the ceiling to see out of the narrow slit he has left, a questioning look on his face as he looks down at his abdomen and places his hands over the bottle neck that is protruding from his stomach before falling to his side.
An ear piercingly high pitched scream cuts through the room, momentarily stilling everyone. I wonder who it is. The anguish in the sound clear, this person is suffering right now.
Laura rushes into view and kneels in front of me. She is speaking but I can't hear her over the screams..... that poor, poor person!
She pulls me to her chest and I'm engulfed in the tightest hug, the air being knocked from my lungs.
As she leans back from the hug and looks at me, her eyes fixed searchingly on mine, I realise that the screaming has stopped.
"Sydney, you need to calm down. Paramedics are on their way in, you're all going to be fine, ok!?" she says
I look around the room and see officers escorting their suspects to the door, heads bowed, a few piteous side glances fall upon me and I realise......
...... The screaming was me!