Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 75 - The T"There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds."— Laurell K. Hamilton Violetta "Piece of shit! Letgo! Letgo!!" The world was a fucked-up place if it allows a seven-foot-tall, muscle man-animal to kidnap me. One minute I was heading to my hotel to meet up with my bandmates to discuss our next gig and the next, I was snatched into an alleyway. I didn't stand a chance.

I could've fought back if only I could access power, but as before, it was like hitting an impenetrable wall. A wall that refused to budge no matter the amount of force I hit it with. Frustration boiled throughlike a rumbling geyser threatening to shoot out of its prison. But there was not much I could do. I was a squirrel compared to this behemoth.

Arms bound behind my back in metallic wrist cuffs, my body was thrown into the back of a moving truck. Head hitting the floor, I groaned in pain as the buff man gaggedwith a piece of cloth, tightening it on the back of my curly hair. Within seconds, the doors sealedinside the truck, bathingin darkness.

Breathing. I hear gentle breathing. There were other people here with me. I couldn't see them through the pitch- black darkness, but I stay put than to risk a broken ankle. As the truck moved, I crawled to the wall and sat silently, thinking through all that happened.

Never have I thought I'd get kidnapped. I worked too hard to get my life on the path I deserved, and now it was going down the drain. Again. After escaping the underwater hellscape I once called home, to forming my new family with those I love, I ended up in a shitshow once more.

Life must love me. Note the sarcasm.

wasn't The ride is far from comfortable. With every bump in the road, it knockedon my side. Getting up easy with my hands bound behind me. Heat rolled into the dark truck, trappingand the others in a slow- stoking inferno. Breathing beca task comparable to pushing a boulder. My ears picked up the sudden changes of breathing in the darkness with soft moans, but it all soon fell into silence.

Having a conversation with my fellow kidnapees was off the table, it seemed.

After what seemed like hours, the truck cto a sudden halt. A minute went by and the truck doors open to reveal my abductor. Stone-faced, he yankedout of the truck and tossedon my feet, but his strength miscalculated the velocity of the toss. I ended up face planting on the ground.

Fucking hell! Fucking brute! "Stay." Was all it demanded, cold and firm. Like he was speaking to a lowly peasant. While I struggled to stand like a newborn fowl, the kidnapper forced two more people out of the truck, gargantuan hands wrapped firmly around their upper arms. One whimpered while the other struggled like a trapped bird.

One woman looked familiar. The strawberry-blond was a beautiful woman, but I've never seen her before. The shorter curly-haired one I had seen; I was sure of it.

Chapter 15. Treina "Move. Try to escape, and I would crush your skulls." With a hand bigger than my face, the threat becreal. He'll kill us if we tried anything funny. I couldn't die! I have so much to live for and a partner who must be so worried about me.

My heart aches at the thought of Manny and Marina, frantically calling my bandmates about my whereabouts. They all must be freaking out. I've never stay out this late without calling.

Oh, graceful Amphitrite, what have I gotten myself into? The two women and I forcibly marched down an isolated path in the middle of a heavily dense forest with the brute behind us, watching our every move. The sun was setting below the horizon, but the deep orange lights couldn't penetrate through the thick leaves. Earth's scent was normally refreshing and calming, but all I smelt was... fear? Death? Whatever the smell was, it didn't leavewith a good feeling.

Babble and burble of a riverbank echoed as we drew closer to a large facility. Concrete, grim, secluded-not an ideal place for kidnapees. My brain was the worst at handling stressful situations because every horrific possibility floods my mind like hurricanes in Florida.

Organ harvesting. Sexual slavery. Human trafficking. All morally depraved scenarios continued swimming in. And my knees buckle with every step I take. Walking toward the entrance, the doors opened for us.

I didn't want to enter, but I also didn't want my brain squeezed like a stress ball.

I spotted several people around the facility, sheld close to the hip by what I asswere their 'handlers' and others working to maintain the place. The prisoners were pulled by chains attached to what I asswere cuffs tight around their wrists. They were taken sdown various mysterious hallways while swere scrubbing them. My stomach toiled and tumbled.

What the actual fuck is this place? A woman dressed in a clean, blue floral summer dress walked to us, hands up in a silent command for us to stop. She surely was dressed weirdly in a gloomy place like this. Her blue eyes and exhausted and held the weight of sadness. Like she was forced to do this. Blond hair that long lost its shine cascaded to her shoulder blades, swaying with her every movement.

"Thank you, Cerberus." She whispered in shame. A silver multi-arrow choker rested around her neck. "T-Take them..." The woman took a deep breath. “Take them downstairs where they'll stay before the Cuffing." Excuse me, cuffing? What 'cuffing'? My shouts of protest cout as deep muffles because of the cloth gag around my mouth, heavy in my mouth by saliva. The mysterious woman led us to a set of descending stairs, beckoning us to follow.

Not like we had a choice.

As we descended, the pungent odor of bleach and cleaning solutions burned my eyes. Someone was down here cleaning up, probably to hide evidence of what happened before our arrival. We passed by several steel doors with tiny windows, each several yards apart from one another, separated by a thick wall.

I heard whimpers behind me. Pained whimpers. It was from one of my fellow kidnapees. I don't know why, but hearing those sounds tugged my heartstrings. Agony backed up those whimpers, and it broke down my heart Chapter 15 The Tro further.

But, once the brute, Cerberus, opened a door to an empty holding cell, that was when all hell broke loose.

Kiya No! I'm not going into a cell! I couldn't go back to that thing! Panic floods my system faster than adrenaline, taking the reins of every bodily system I have. Fight or flight mode activates, and I was given the choice to stay and fight or flee. I chose to flee. Flee from the impending doom that laid behind the steel door.

Do you know how cockroaches were hard to get rid of? Like when you thought you got rid of them all, they cback at the most inconvenient of times? That's like my memories. Dark memories of my endless days in my cell beneath the packhouse crawled their way into my mind, infesting it with the disease of pain.

One.

Five.

Twenty-Five.

Hundreds.

It overwhelms my mind with the sudden intensity of my flashbacks. My heart, normally gentle, palpitated in a beat I was all too familiar with. Bronchial tubes tightened as my lungs burned for the oxygen they couldn't get. As fast as I was inhaling, nothing gets through. Tremors and quakes rippled through my muscles like mini earthquakes on a mission to disrupt its anatomical processes. Sweat dropped rapidly like bullets from my head, underarms, and anywhere else with sweat glands.

In desperation, I turned and ran. Ran from the horrible place all my torment was born from. It taunted me, cackled at my weakness. It laughed at my choice of flight, remindingrepeatedly that I'll always be the weak little girl crying for her mommy to save her.

I didn't get far because Cerberus yankedback. I struggled and screamed through my gag, tears rushing down my eyes as a dam had burst. Heartless as he was, he threwin the cell with my arms still cuffed behind my back. Phoebe and Violetta were forced inside before the harsh echo of a door slam were heard.

We're trapped.

And I wanted to die. For the first tin five years.

"Kiya, Kiya!" Artemis yelled in worry. "Focus on me, please! Don't let the pain take over!" But I couldn't focus. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't stop crying or shaking. I didn't want to be here. I felt like Halima. I felt like the little girl forced to live in prison for years, making a hwith the chill and a dingy mattress. Echoes of insults covered my ears like earmuffs, forcingto relive all I buried.

Phantom hits and bites pulsated and stabbed through my body, bringing forth special memories of the physical abuse. All the times my brown flesh was marred with blue, black, red, and yellow. All the times I was forced to exist with the reminders of my family's hatred and neglect. Reminders that I'll never truly be loved. Or respected. Or cared for.

All I felt as a little girl beatsenseless. Takingback to the dark times, locking the door, and swallowing the key.

got her

"Kiya, sweetheart." Phoebe whispered, using her cuffed hands to helpsit up. I don't know how she got gag off. Or how her cuffed hands ve were now in front of her body. But when she pulled down my gag, my screaming cout in full force, ricocheting off the steel walls. My witch friend may be in front of me, but my surroundings were still in my old kennel.

"Getout of here! I don't want to be here! They'll hurtagain!" My stomach gyrated, breakfast gurgling up my esophagus. Retching, I turned to the side and threw up, emptying my stomach as my eyes burned with tears and my throat burned with hydrochloric acid. I'm going insane! "Who do you think would hurt you, Kiya?" "Everyone! They'll hurtlike they always did! Make it stop! Please!" Snot dripped down my nose and tears coated my face like a gloss. "I don't want to be here anymore..." "Hey..." Violetta kneeled next toand Phoebe, arms also cuffed in front of her, rubbing my arm soothingly. "I don't know what you went through, Kiya, but we're going to get out of this together." Although cuffed, Phoebe pulledclose into a tight hug with her arms circled my strained, shivering body. She heldlong enough to leave a puddle on her shoulder, bound wrists rubbing circles on my back. Each stroke worked its magic at batting away my panic. My fear.

My labored breathing slowly stabilized to a constant rhythm while my body stilled. The torment skittered away back into the dark!! hiding away from the repellant of comfort. Panic attacks were never a fun thing to deal with. They halt the world around you and toss you in a sea of chaos. Then it overrides all your bodily responses, short-circuiting vital organs, and plunges your mind into a whirlwind. I don't know how long it took until I could fully calm down. Panic left from my body, leaving behind pure exhaustion.

Everything hurts, but I was alive.

I'm alive.

"How are we going to get out of this?" I croaked. Phoebe sighed heavily aboveas she rested her chin on top of my head. Violetta's hand was still on my arm, her warmth adding to the comfort.

"I don't know..." The witch whispered. "But we will. We will." Remembering what happened prior, my head snapped up. What happened to our friends? Is Jackie okay? What about Sapphire, Darien, and Galen? Neron...was he dead? I still feel the stickiness of his blood on my hands. Part of his life clung to the flesh of my palms, Nothing about it toldof his condition. I don't know. I just...don't know.

What I did know, was that the three of us were far from our homes.

And who knows if we'll get out unscathed.

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