Taken

Her dreams shake her from within as silent moans escape her lips. She can feel the rope, tightening around her wrists, her body jerking as it tries to escape. A smile creeps across her face as she sees her past, her Master. Someone who made sure she felt worthy, not how Cain makes her feel. Her moans in her dream, quickly turning to screams plaguing her mind as she realises, she can't escape, the kidnappers dragging her from the bed as her head hits the floor. The sound makes her stomach turn.

Her eyes snap open as she hears the wind howling from outside, the branches scraping against the glass, like chalk on a board. The comfort of her bed tells her it was a dream. She almost rolls over to go back to sleep as she realises her hands can't move. Her eyes now taking in the sight around her, two people stood at the door seemingly talking, black masks covering their faces. She stares. Her mind tells her it is the dream. She considers closing her eyes and giving in to the tiredness but stops.

Avalyn begins screaming, her body thrashing as she tries to escape the nightmare, her mind trying to get her to wake up before something worse happens. The rope digging into her skin and burning like a soldering iron is pressed against her wrists. The kidnappers turn and face her slowly stalking towards her. Her body trying to retreat but unable to.

"Shhh, we won't kill you. We need you alive" The honey velvet voice seems to soothe her from within. It's a voice she would love to hear every day if it wasn't someone trying to take her. She watches as they stuff her mouth to muffle her screams. Her body still trying to fight to escape and wake up from the dream. Fear overtakes her as she fights to wake up.

"Shut the fuck up and calm down now." The other guy moves around pushing the gun against her forehead, her body freezing in a stiff position from that moment on as she realised this was real. The coldness of the metal makes her body shake. She looks between them, they are different, one seems calm, while the other seems ready to kill her.

"Jace, back off. Seriously. Look, we just want something from your husband that is all. Once he hands it over, we will give you right back. But if you make this hard, I can't control Jace." She watches as this Jace he speaks of hits him across the head, seemingly annoyed, her eyes glancing between them confused. What sort of kidnappers are these? Is it some sort of sick joke? They begin to bicker and argue.

"What the fuck Marcus, just tell her our names. Now she can tell her fucking husband who we are, and we're fucked" Marcus looks at him and holds his hands up realising his mistake, Avalyn repeats the names in her mind to try to remember them. She tries to see their eyes, but the room is too dark to work it out.

"Soz, can we just get out of here before he returns" They both look at her and Jace nods. She watches as Marcus picks her up, his scent smoothing her, yet it is comforting, something about it is incredible. Her eyes glance around, trying to see if there is anything she can remember that will help when she gets free.

Marcus is covered, she can't see his body he is dressed in all black, just like Jace, only Marcus seems more significant, maybe? Or could it be the clothing that makes it look like that? She tries working it out, her mind replaying every detail. Marcus is around 6ft 2, Jace is shorter, however. Marcus gets to the front door of her house while carrying her, but Jace stops him.

"She needs blindfolding" He moves to slip the bag over her head and she feels them moving again, she can't see much. A few small holes in the fabric, Marcus's arms are wrapped around her, holding her body against his so she can't move. Avalyn feels her body being placed in the back of something. The coldness of it seeps into her and the smell turns her stomach.

A car? No, a van. She can smell the diesel, oil and grease, someone's work van? She moves, drawing her legs up, trying to keep warm and hide her body. Maybe going to sleep in just a chemise wasn't the best idea; they would be able to see her whole body.

"Shit, Jace" She hears a slight groan in response. "Come on, man; she has fuck all on basically, at least throw me a blanket" Marcus explains, and she feels something draping over her. Her body is moving as they turn corners, thrashing about at the force, her head hitting the side and the floor as they go over bumps.

"Slow the fuck down Jace, I said she needs to look scared but battered and bruised is a bit far, he will kill us." Marcus's voice is loud as her body continues to quake from within, the icy feeling spreading as she struggles to warm up. She isn't cold, not really; it is shock, she feels herself going into shock realising this is real. Her panic rises as she begins to struggle to breathe, she is going to die, how can Cain save her from these two? She feels like she is being strangled, unable to take in a full breath.

The van continues swerving suddenly hitting a curb, her head slamming down as everything goes quiet and she blacks out, her dreams not an escape. She keeps reliving the same night on replay like a broken record from the moment Cain didn't arrive home, to the moment she passed out. Nothing seems like it is worth fighting for anymore. She can fight to get home, but is it even home? It felt like when she first met Cain but looking back now, things changed quickly.