(this is on the verge of copyright
so yeah this may get taken down lmao ) (aye long time no see -SunKiss )
Amanda is your average dancer with a normal husband. Or so she thought. Turns out, Aleks is a spy and some arms dealer is very interested in information Aleks has. Aleks, may have been trained to handle torture, but Amanda hasn't....
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Amanda and Aleks Marchant lived a happy and regular life. Amanda worked full time as a company dancer and an instructor. Aleks was supposedly a security technician at a small business owned by his friends. But, in reality he was a spy. And that business was actually his organization.

He hated that he couldn't admit his secret to Amanda, but it was for her own safety. Well, he thought it would keep her safe. But as he noticed the empty dance studio which was usually filled with some boring old classical musical and Amanda dancing around was empty, panic began to rise. Text after text but he got no response. Calls, voicemails, even emails where left unopened.

So he rushed home and struggled to get his door unlocked. As he opened the door he wasn't greeted with the usual alarm ringing. No Mishka or Stirling barking. He ran around to the back and found the alarm turned off with both dogs outside. His breath got shaky as he noticed a simple handgun on the kitchen counter.

A simple note with a link on it. Either Amanda had decided to do a random scavenger hunt (she had done it before) or this was a kidnapping. To be safe, Aleks would head back to his work place.

And with that he was off to stop a kidnapper.

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When Amanda woke up in a chair, tied up and in a basement she didn't recognize, she was quite confused. She felt something on her head but couldn't wipe it away. She tugged at the bindings but they didn't give. Reality of the situation began to set in, as did the panic.

Thankfully, a man walked through the door. Amanda tried to peek past the door expecting to see a friends living room. This had to be a prank, right? Though the more she looked around the dimly-lit room and found various weapons, she knew something else was going on.

"Oh, Ms. Hall, please don't panic." The man smiled at her. She shivered and could hear her heart pounding in her ears. "I am so sorry we have to meet under these circumstances." The man peered at Amanda from the shadows.

Wait, how did he know her name? She's only called Ms.Hall by her students. And what circumstances? Why was she here? Who was this man? What did he want with her?

"Wh-who are you? Why am I here?" Her voice finally came back to her though quite weak.

"Ah, I don't think I can give you that information. Though you may deserve it. You put up quite a fight." Fight? What did this guy mean?

The man laughed, most likely at her feared expression. "Do you not remember? I guess that's good." He shrugged and headed over to a table that Amanda couldn't see what laid on top.

"We are going to have a fun time my dear." The man turned around with a crowbar and grinned at her.

"Don't be afraid to scream, my darling."

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Aleks entered the building and passed by a few people, giving a slight smile. He walked into his office. Well, his shared office. His partner, Trevor, just glanced up at him. He typed in the website and beckoned for Trevor to come over.

At first glance, it looked like a personal streaming site. This is what he expected. But the contents, he did not. Sweet, little, innocent Amanda who should be teaching ballet was stuck in a dirty old basement. Aleks couldn't stop shaking as he began to scan her injuries : a black eye, blood staining her white hoodie, and bruises on different areas of her body. Her legs seemed to only have light bruises on them, or small cuts. Amanda was sleeping or passed out, but it was definitely the latter of the two.

Trevor instantly walked back over to his desk. Aleks assumed he was going to start to try and tracking the location of the place. He noticed that a chat had seemed to pop up. "Headphones make this experience great! ;)'

He hesitated.

"Put on the headphones or she gets hurt ;)'

Aleks then scrambled to plug in a pair of headphones. He didn't even check the pop up that asked his permission. He just needed to get Amanda out of there. But this is was going against every protocol in the book.

Fuck it.

He thought that maybe the camera was frozen as no movement was occurring. But he was proved wrong when a figure strolled into view. The wonderful Nathan.

Nathan was a vigilante who was a big pain in the ass. Aleks was assigned to the case to try and stop the many warehouses  Nathan owned across the country. His victims usually were unidentifiable, only marked with a 'N.H.'  Aleks was succeeding until Nathan went off the grid. Even with his international partners, they couldn't pick up a single track. They checked back at his old warehouses where the trading of illegal firearms was most active. While some trading had picked up once more, not a single person had known where Nathan was. 

Was this his payback? Torturing his wife? God, that would kill him.

"Nathan, why the hell is a girl being tortured? That's not a very gentleman thing to do." Aleks rolled his eyes and began to tap his foot. He had to buy time for Trevor.

"Greetings, Agent M! I see you've decided to join in! How's life? Is this yours?" The man, who Aleks knew as Nathan, strolled into view with a bucket full of water and ice. He pointed down to Amanda.

"Nathan." Aleks gritted his teeth and gripped his fist together. He was furious that Nathan was trying to make casual conversation. "What the fuck?"

"You know what I love about this? You spies have learned how to handle torture." The kidnapper lifted her head up and dumped the water onto Amanda. She practically would have jumped out of her chair if not restrained. She gasped for air and began to cough. "But, she, has not."

"Let her go. She has absolutely nothing to do with this." As soon as Amanda heard Aleks' voice, her eyes had a small glint of hope as she looked around quickly. She flinched as she did but she noticed the camera.

"Aleks?" She coughed as she spoke. Aleks knew this was from all the screaming. "What's going on?"

"You are going to be okay, love. I promise you that you're going to be out of there soon." Aleks tried to answer but was quickly cut off.

"Aw, filling her with fake promises! How adorable!" He twirled a knife in his hand and went behind Amanda, who visibly tensed. "You have no idea how much I wanted to gag your little girl toy here but you'll break so much easier when you hear her screams."

With that he took the knife in his hand and sent it into Amanda's thigh. A bone chilling shriek out and sob and Alek had to hold himself back from crushing his monitor.

"Now, tell me the location of your warehouses. Or I hurt this pretty little dove."