Thalia

I gasped as I came to. I looked left and right only to see I was in some sort of old shed. The walls were cracking and covered in mold and the whole place smelled like...blood. I stiffened up.

I looked down to see that I had been tied to a metal chair. My shoes had been taken and I realized why. All around me, glass littered the floor. There was no way I was going to be running away. My mouth was gagged and my once neat braid was now messy. Whoever built this place sure did pay attention to detail. The windows were boarded up and there was only one entrance. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I noticed that rusty nails stuck out of the wall at random places.

This place was a torture chamber.

My eyes widened in fear as the door opened and multiple men with suits walked in. My heart dropped as they surrounded me. Suddenly an elderly man walked in. He had slicked back grey hair and had a long, pale scar covering his right eye. He walked with a cane that held a simple ruby upon the top. Everything about him radiated rage and vengeance.

"What do we have here?" He asked, circling me as if I were a small fish and he were a giant shark. That's what it felt like, anyway. "What's your name, doll face?" He asked removing my gag. I didn't respond. He sighed and massaged his nose bridge. "Are you mute?" He asked. I remained silent, paralyzed by fear. "ARE YOU MUTE?!" He yelled.

I flinched. "N-No.." I replied shakily.

"Good. See? Was that so hard?" He asked and stroked my cheek. I shied away from his touch. "Now, I'm going to ask you one more time, what's your name?"

"T-Thalia." I said softly.

"A pretty name to match a pretty face." The man said. "Now, Thalia, since I prefer not to get my hands dirty today, I'm going to ask you a few simple questions, okay?" I nodded. "Good. Now, I see you've been hanging out around the Ronans a lot lately. They're...friends of mine. I've been meaning to catch up with them. They have something that belongs to me."

He stroked my cheek and I flinched. "Did they tell you where they put all their money?" He asked.

I shook my head softly. The man chuckled before he lashed out and grabbed my throat. "Don't lie to me, Thalia. I don't like liars."

"I-I'm not...I'm n-not-" He squeezed my throat tighter and I gasped for breath.

"Just tell me where the money is, Thalia. It's mine anyway."

"W-What money?" I wheezed.

He scowled and let go of my throat. "You know what, I'm feeling generous today. So, next question. Where are my drugs?"

"Your d-drugs? What drugs?" I rasped.

"The drugs your fucking boyfriend and his good-for-nothing family stole from me. I sent out a shipment and it never made it to the buyer. It got high jacked because your filthy Ronan friends took it from me!" He grabbed my face. "Now I know you know where they put it. Just tell me where they put it and I'll let you go."

What the hell was he talking about? Drugs? Money? BOYFRIEND?

"I...I don't know what-" The man punched me in the face and cut me off. White spots flecked my vision and blood began to pour from my nose, staining my once clean, white blouse. I stared wide eyes at my bare feet. Pain shot through my face and I couldn't even comprehend what had just happened.

The man grabbed my braid and pulled me up to look at his scowling face. "Listen here, bitch, I don't have time for your bullshit. Just tell me where they hid my fucking drugs and money!"

Tears rolled down my face. "I don't know! I don't know!" I sobbed. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

The man's eyes hardened. "You know, I actually love it when people don't cooperate. Then things can get fun." He quickly untied me, leaving my arms bound. Then he yanked me up and forced me to walk across the glass to the wall. I cried in pain as the small sharp glass pierced my skin like thousands of tiny blades. He then threw me into the wall and I screamed as multiple rusty nails pierced my side. He ran his tongue across his teeth in satisfaction. "Ready to talk now?"

"I swear..." I gasped between tears. "I swear I don't know what you're talking about..."

His eyes hardened again and he held a hand out behind him. One of the men in suits placed a blade in his hand and he stabbed it in my side without hesitation. I cried out loudly, blood dripping from my mouth. He removed the blade and held it to my throat, holding my head up so that I saw looking his in his cold green eyes. "Talk!" He demanded.

"I can't talk if I don't know anything about the topic!" I spat, letting out my fiercer side for a split second. I instantly regretted my words. The man's face twitched and he dragged me behind him and over the glass again. I held back pained screams as he slammed my bound wrist onto an old table. He stretched out my fingers and held the knife over them threateningly. "I wonder how those Ronan scum will feel if they start slowly getting parts of your body in the mail. Fingers, toes, ears..." He traced each body part slowly with the blade as he spoke, taunting me. I shivered in fear.

"You have gorgeous blue eyes. I wonder how haunted Peter will be to receive those first." He said with a twisted grin. He pressed the blade close to my eye, cutting the skin there. I let out a whimper. "Nah. I'll save those for later. Let's start small first. He said, raising the knife above my hand.

"NO!" I screamed trying to yank my hands away from his steely grip. He slammed my face onto the table and my vision grew fuzzy. He raised the blade again, ready to slice off my fingers.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out from behind us. The man whipped around, holding me in front of him with a blade on my throat.

The men in suits held up their guns towards the closed door, ready to shoot whoever walked through it first. Slowly, the door opened to reveal one of their own men. He was covered in blood and stood weakly in the doorway. As I looked at him harder, I saw there was a single bullet wound in his chest.

"R-Ronans..." He said weakly. Then he fell face first onto the floor to reveal Leo, Corey, Rhys, Fiona, and Peter. They all had guns and they all looked pissed.

"Where the fuck is my girl?" Peter seethed, cocking his gun.