10:00 A.M (GMT8)
Hours felt like decades in the dark. She knew it had been near almost an entire day since her capture, no one had come looking for her. Perhaps no one knew she was even here, Amelia never took this long for a normal arrest.
This wasn't normal, she was at the beck and call of a madman. Strapped down to a wooden chair for hours, bruised and beaten beyond repair. Jake had come back multiple times within the passing hours. Not to be kind and caring, but to inflict as much pain as he possibly could on her. From burning her skin, slitting parts of her face and thighs, to stabbing her in parts of her body that would have her screaming for dear life. He hit her, punched her, knocked her out everytime he would leave. Just to come back and do it all again. It was all about the tortue for him. Just enough to inflict as much pain as he was able to without killing her.
He didn't want to kill her, not yet at least.
Makeup smeared down her face. Her red lipstick whipped across her chin, mascara covering the tan color of her skin. Amelia had bags under her eyes, the whites of her eyes red from the constant crying. Her lips were bloody from biting down on them, she was sure a knot was forming on her head. She shakes, once more trying to yank up the handcuffs that held her in this nightmare.
"Help! Help me please!" Everytime he disappeared, she screamed over and over to the empty darkness. Hoping that someone, anyone would find her in the underground bunker.
No one did.
"For the love of fucking God, please help me!" Amelia screams louder, throwing her head back to the ceiling. God was one cruel joke on her, she would rather be dead. "Somebody! Anybody!"
Her ears perk up at the sound of footsteps. Amelia's head pulls down, instantly leaning towards the sound. The footsteps were loud, deep with the echo of the walls. A hard slam is heard, the footsteps coming closer faster than anticipated.
Someone finally had come to save her, they would be her saving grace. Anything they wanted after this, she would give to them. Saving her life was the ultimate ticket for their career to rise.
Amelia's throat falls through her stomach, eyes widening. No one had come after all, Jake began to clap at her amusing display. Smile stretched across his lips, a cackle leaving his lips. Amelia had lost all hope now, her eyes beginning to form with tears as they stared at one another.
Jake sighs, stepping further into the room. "Ya screamin' is amusin', sad no one can hear it."
Rescue was looking less and less likely.
"Let me out you fucking monster! Let me out!" She screams, moving every which way to try to free herself from the strong restraints. It's a loud scream, one that pierces her own ears as she yells to be let go.
With no soul, Jake seems to just stare at her. Facial expressions pulled back for a serious glance. Her struggle only lasts for a few minutes before she's tired out. Heavily breathing, the tears pour down her cheeks. She was beginning to give up, losing all faith that her devotion to God would bring her out of the terrible position.
The waterworks begin, hiccuping as she begins to cry. There was no use holding it back now in her mind. "L-let me go…" It was a quiet whisper, sniffling .
"Let you go, so ya can do what?" He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Go back to that pathetic excuse of a man?" There's a snarl to his words, his body leaning forward to get closer to her.
Dallas was a wonderful man, the exact opposite of Jake. Kind, caring, gentle, he showed her real love. The love was given on both sides, he made sure to protect himself even if it meant putting himself in harm's way. He was a real man, a brave man with intelligence like no other. She missed him, she missed him dearly.
Amelia's hands ball into fists, shaking in both weakness and anger. "He's more of a man than you'll ever be, you goddamn psycho!" The handcuffs hold her back from being able to touch him. Her words come out as a hiss.
No one talked disrespectfully of her partner, no one.
"I'll put you away for the rest of your miserable fucking life!"
Her face is met with another harsh slap across the cheek, she yelps in sheer pain. On top of all the other times he had smacked her around, it burned just as bad. Bruising was already all over her cheeks, Jake gripping onto her face didn't help the pain. It shot right through her, tears swelling up in her eyes again.
Clearly her words were not in good taste to him, his eye shooting a glare of pure anger. A snarl across his lips, his eyebrows furrowed over his eyes.
He growls, pushing his fingers deeper into her cheeks. "You've got some fuckin' mouth on ya, it's never changed." His words were venomous, he was completely submerged in his anger.
Jake had always had anger issues, as long as she could remember. Although not as bad as nowe, she knew he had the inner demons of being unable to control his anger. Then again, the man had a lot of inner demons. Crime, drugs, absent parents, and now blood on his hands.
From her eyes, she scans his face. To others the signs of festering evil were not as prevalent, Amelia could see it bright as day. Jake had let the voices, the demons inside of him, win. Having him lose contAll ya say is hate filled words towards me, Amelia. Have I not proved my worth?rol, thinking he was gaining it.
She pulls out of her analysis when he shakes her face, Amelia gasping when he does. "Do you ever learn that I'm the only man who has true intentions for you?" Jake states, tilting his head.
"Bullshit." Amelia says coldly, staring at him with a straight face. Even with the tears down her face, she would give him nothing that he wanted.
The man pauses for a moment, before his hand releases her face. Standing straight up, and turning slightly aways from her. It wasn't for her sake, as he whips back with his hand to her face once more. This slap sends Amelia's entire head to the other side, screaming as the sound echoed across the walls. Her cheek could be felt swelling, pulsating as the contact burned against her skin.
How could it get any worse than this, she thought. It was a never ending cycle of abuse, torture. Amelia wanted it to just end, if death was the only way out she would take it. Twenty three years of life was enough if Jake Parker was going to follow her for the rest of it. Dying now, would be a sweet escape from his madness.
"All ya say is hate filled words towards me, Amelia. Have I not proved my worth?"
Pounding in her ears, it was getting louder and louder.
"Just how devoted I am to just havin' ya?"
His words have her scowling, scoffing. "Devoted?! You only want to play your sick little fantasy with me. "
That's all it was, a sick little game. A way to give him the image of a perfect life. A wife, a house, children, something neither of them were going to achieve. They were never going to be together, the damage had been done. Kidnapping her would not make such a thing reality either, it only strengthened the hatred in her heart for him. Out of the two of them, she was the only one who had any love for the other. Two years of commitment, tossed away.
Three years of being chased, only to fall for the wrong man. Her first love, her first everything.
Jake leans down, sighing towards her. Their eyes meet, staring at one another without any intention to break their glances. He held a smirk on his lips, she had a scowl.
"My, my Amelia. Your feistiness seems to never leave." He chuckles, "I'll make ya a deal."
That catches her attention, eyes widening at his words. A deal, what type of deal? Would it cost her life, or someone else's she loved. Perhaps her career, the entire life she rebuilt when she ran away. The deal could be anything, the possibilities were endless in this scenario. He held the dice, and whatever he rolled was all she got.
Amelia gulps inaudibly, "A..A deal?" When her words come out so light, his hand reaches out to caress her cheek. No longer covered with gloves, she can feel how ice cold his hands are. Rough, cold, and uncomforting. It has the goosebumps rising on her arms, the chill running down her spine.
"A game, a bet. A little wager if ya like to call it that."
Her back straightens up at his words. "What's this wager."
This could be her chance to get out of here, to be able to see the sun rise another day. Whatever he wanted, they're had to be a loophole. Something he wouldn't think to put into the equation, some way she could slither out of the deal they make. Amelia was trained for this, she knew that outsmarting him would be the only way to overpower him. Jake had been a smart man, but he didn't have the knowledge she did.
Interrogation, negotiation, they were skills she had since graduating the police academy. He could say whatever he wanted, but Amelia would have the inner dialogue at hand. How to get around his requests, how to escape the deal, how to get rid of him altogether.
This time, she'd make sure the bullet didn't miss.
Jake chuckles, standing up straight. He walks over to the table next to her, grabbing the mask off of it. He looks down at it, before waving it in front of her face.
"You have one job, and one job only." He holds the mask to the side of his face, his smile stretching wider. "Every enemy of mine from our past. I want ya to kill. Dispose of, get rid of..Whatever ya fuckin' want." Jake shrugs, placing the mask back down.
Amelia shakes her head, "What? I won't kill anyone. Not if they have no crime against them."
"If you don't, not only will I kill ya, before I do your remaining family and colleagues will go with ya."
Her eyes widen as he leans back towards her face. "One by one."
It was the past all over again, there was no loop hole.
Jake flicks his tongue, chuckling at her shocked expression. "Dear old daddy will go first."
His words have her instincts kicking in, trying to pull herself closer to harm him in anyway.
Of course the restraints stop her, Amelia's teeth gritting aganist each other. Jake doesn't seem to be phased by her, in anything he is amused by her anger.
If she was free, he would have been laying in a pool of his own blood by now. He only had the upper hand because she was tied up and beaten.
Jake was a coward through and through, no matter what sort of muscle he had. He would never have fought her hands on, face to face. Hiding behind a mask for so long, acting as someone he was not. She would have preferred the even grounds for a fight, Amelia knew she would have won.
He always played dirty, it was his way or no way.