Epilogue
Nixie
The air around me is musty and cold. My head throbs as my eyes try to open. What the hell happened? A shiver comes over my body as my limbs start to wake up from some kind of slumber.
Even when my eyes open, I still can’t see thanks to the darkness that is all around me.
My whole body is hurting.
As I try to move my arms, I realize that they are tied up behind me. My skin is nipping at the rope that is bound around them.
“Hello? Help,” I try to shout, but the dryness from my throat is making it difficult.
“Nixie?” a voice comes from somewhere else in the room. A voice that I recognise straight away.
“Darcy?” I ask in shock. “What the hell happened?”
“I-I don’t know,” she stumbles.
“Are you okay, Darcy? Are you hurt?” I ask.
“Yeah, no. I’m fine. Just a throbbing head,” she replies.
Before I can ask her anything else, there’s muffled voices and the sound of people walking above us.
“Oh, god,” my voice trembles.
“Hey, Nix. It’s all going to be fine,” Darcy says, trying to reassure me, which just goes straight over my head. How can this situation be fine? I’m tied to a fucking chair in a dark basement.
A door creaks open and light shines down, showing some stairs that lead down from the door. My eyes squint to make out the tall and bulky figure step down there first few steps.
“Hey, boss, looks like they’re awake,” the voice chuckles.
“I’m not ready for them yet. Knock them out again,” a female voice instructs him.
“No problem.” He chuckles again and walks back up the few steps and closes the door behind him, shutting us back into the darkness.
“Wait. No. Wait!” we both scream at the same time.
“Darcy,” I whimper.
“I know, Nix, I know. It will be fine,” she reassures me again before a mist comes through the air, making us cough. Then darkness takes over my brain.
“Wakey, wakey,” I hear a small voice breaking through my ears.
My body feels heavy again. I try to move, but my hands are still bound behind me.
A shock of coldness comes over my body all of a sudden, causing me to gasp for breath.
“What the—” My eyes fly open to a now lit up room. My eyes dart all round, taking in the cold stone walls that surround me. I find Darcy at one of the far walls to the side of me with a gag in her mouth and fear in her eyes. I turned to find a small, petite woman in front of me with short red hair standing in front of me holding a now empty bucket.
“Hi, Nixie,” she smirks at me. “I’m Cara.” She looks me up and down with a disgusted look on her face. “So you’re the woman my future husband has been obsessed with,” she scoffs at me.
My eyes widen at her words. This is the woman that Calvin is contracted to marry.
“Let’s see how much fun I can have with you until he finds us,” she smirks before I feel something hard connect with the side of my head before everything goes dark again.
My eyes flutter open again. I don’t know how much longer I can keep fighting. Everything is aching, and I just want to give up.
“There she is.” That whiny voice echoes in my ears again.
“You’re taking longer and longer to come back around. Are you getting tired?” Cara mocks me as I open my eyes fully at her again. I don’t want to let her see that she is winning.
“It’s funny. I thought you would have given up after the first time.” She shrugs her shoulders as she sits on a chair in front of me.
“Screw you,” I spit back at her, my voice hoarse from the lack of water I’ve had.
“No thanks. But I can”t wait to screw Calvin.” She winks “I bet he’s good in the bedroom department. He looks like a man who knows exactly what a woman needs.” She laughs.
The thought of Cal being with another woman is sickening, but the thought of him being with this fucked up woman in front me has vomit creeping up my throat. I work quickly to swallow it back down before it has any chance of coming out of my mouth.
“I can’t wait to be bouncing up and down on his dick, making him forget all about you,” she whispers in my ear. All that hard work of swallowing the sick back down just backfired. As she walks away laughing, all the contents of my stomach come flying up and covering the floor in front of me.
“Pathetic,” she scoffs as she walks closer to where Darcy is sitting with her eyes wide open, fabric stuffed in her mouth as a gag.
“Now, how about I tell you a little secret,” she teases as she grips the back of Darcy’s hair, forcing her head back causing her to let out a muffled scream.
“It was so fun, sending you all the threats to your old apartment, but when you moved in with Calvin, you spoiled it. So I had to get creative as it wasn’t as easy for me to get close to you anymore,” she pouts.
Tears began running down Darcy’s cheeks as she looked at Cara with a pleading look.
“Oh stop” she rolls her eyes at her.
“Do you want to know how I managed to get you today?” she says with a sleazy grin on her face.
Darcy is trying her best to mumble something behind the gag in her mouth. She looks at me with her tearful eyes, she shakes her head at me. Why? Why does she look guilty?
“Keep using that brain. It will come to you eventually,” Cara teases.
No.
My eyes dart between Cara and Darcy.
No.
Surely not.
“Yes,” She grins at me.
“Your dear best friend was in on it,” she laughs.
My eyes fly to Darcy and she is crying now. She is trying to say something again behind the gag in her mouth. Cara walks over and rips it from her face.
“I’m sorry, Nixie. I’m so, so, so sorry,” she wails. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“A choice?” I whisper.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Your family,” Cara says.
“I never had them,” she announces to Darcy as she kneels in front of her. “I only made it look like it, so you would betray your best friend.” She laughs again. That fucking laugh is grating on me.
“Nixie, I’m so sorry,” she sobs.
“You could have told me,” I whisper.
“I know. I should have, but I thought she was going to kill my family,” she says in between her sobs.
“What about me, Darcy? She’s going to kill me!” I shout at her.
“No.” She looks at Cara. “You said you wouldn’t hurt her if I managed to get Maddox away from us.”
“I lied.” Cara shrugs her shoulders.
“You fucking bitch!” Darcy shouts.
Cara laughs and nods to one of the men who have been hiding in the corners of the room. He walks over towards Darcy and uses the butt of his gun on the side of her head, knocking her unconscious. I watch as he unties her limp body and flings it over his shoulder, carrying it up the steps and out of sight.
“Now, where were we?” she says, sitting back down on the chair in front of me.
“Boss, we have company,” the guy shouts down the steps.
“Showtime.” Cara smirks at me as I hear gunshots above us.