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Breathless	By : xCookingWinex Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Aiden Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Aiden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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'That’s right folks. It’s the end. I’ve finally finished this story … I’ve enjoyed writing it so much. All I can say to all of you who have left a comment, or who have read the story, is thank you. Your comments mean so much to me.
I’m going to post an epilogue as soon as, and then it’s over. But who knows … maybe a sequel?
Thank you all again.
Cat x
Chapter 31
Frank hadn’t stopped whinging since he got that bullet in his leg. He’d managed to crawl towards the wall, and pull himself up to a sitting position. Alyn wasn’t a doctor but even she could see he needed help, and fast.
Jake paced the room. She could see his gun in his pocket and thought back to all the times she could have finished him off once and for all.
She swallowed, and then whispered, “I think Frank needs a doctor.”
“I didn’t ask you to think.”
“His leg looks bad –“
“Strange, I didn’t think I looked like I care, but I obviously do.”
“Just let him go, this is between us.”
Jake smiled, still not looking at her. “He’s not going anywhere. He should have just fucked you when he had the chance. Now, because of you, he’s going to bleed to death, slowly and painfully. You are selfish, Alyn. Normally you’re so willing and ready to fuck anybody and yet now you won’t and you’ve effectively killed him. Nice going.”
“Shut up,” she screamed. “Shut up, shut up!”
“Truth hurts.”
“The truth is he’s a better man than you could ever be for not doing that to me.”
Jake laughed out loud. “You always seemed to enjoy it baby.”
“I never enjoyed it.”
“Hmm. I guess all those times I made you come weren’t enjoyable.”
She looked at the floor, words escaping her. She did come. But she didn’t enjoy it. Her body betrayed her in the ultimate way, and she hated herself for it.
“No, they weren’t. They were the worst moments of my life.”
“My memory says something different, darlin’,” he stopped walking in circles now, and he went over to her, crouched down and looked her right in the eyes. “You enjoyed it, and you hate yourself for it. I’m glad I could do that for you, Alyn. It’s a shame that you won’t be enjoying anymore orgasms in the future. I could jack off right now thinking of you coming while thinking of me.”
She spat in his face. She hated spitting; never saw a reason for it. But now, faced with this monster, it felt right. And it felt good. Until he gripped her neck and squeezed.
“You’ll regret that, you bitch,” he scowled, her spit still on his red face.
“Wil is going to find you,” her voice came out barely a whisper, and she could barely take in breath. “He’s … he’s going to … to kill you.”
Jake laughed again, frenzied, and shoved her head back so hard it collided with the pole.
“I want to see that little shit try it,” Jake took his gun out and shot at the roof, and then shot in the direction of Frank, who had just sat and watched the scene unfold with glassy eyes. “I want to see that motherfucker try and cross me!”
He stared at her for a beat, daring her to argue, and then he started pacing again.
“Just think about what you’re doing, please,” she said, her voice hoarse. She held back her tears as he walked around in tight circles, gun on display.
“Oh, I’m thinking, oh yes I am,” he walked excitedly, his face contorting into a fake picture of happiness. He started hitting himself in the head with the barrel of the gun, while shouting, “I’m thinking, the cogs are going! Oh yes, I’m thinking Alyn! I’m thinking about how you betrayed me and how fucking mad I am!”
“Stop, Jake, your … your head,” her voice was lost under his maniacal laughter, although his head had now started to bleed. The blood ran down his face and a couple of spots hit the floor.
He smacked a hand to his face, and then slowly pulled it away and looked at it.
“I seem to be bleeding, Alyn, wouldya look at that? There is blood inside me after all!”
“Stop – this is insane, please!” She pulled away from the restraint around her wrists and it cut into her, but she didn’t care – she just needed to get out of here!
“Insane? INSANE?” he shouted, his arms flying above his head. “You know what’s insane? I was banging you for months and I gave you crack – fucking crack man – I told you so much and you’re a fucking snitch! You’re trying to take me down from the inside man, I fucking knew I shouldn’t trust you whores, you’re all out for my shit!”
“I didn’t –”
“And you Alyn, I trusted you the most! You’re the one person I looked forward to seeing every day, you’re the one person in this stupid lonely fucked up place that I actually trusted. And you, you of all people, you pull the wool over my eyes. You made a fool of me –”
“I’m sorry –”
She tried to interrupt, but he carried on.
“– No one makes a fool of me, fucking no one!” He raised his hand high above his head, and then brought it down across her face.
The force of it pushed her around, and she fell at an awkward angle towards the floor, so she was half suspended by the restraints. They tightened around her wrist and she could feel her hands starting to go numb.
The slap hurt more than anything Alyn had ever experienced, and she wanted to cry, to give up, but she couldn’t show him that much weakness now. He’d kill her if she gave him a chance, and she wasn’t going to give him one.
“Sit up, you weak piece of shit,” he spat.
She tried to push herself up, but she couldn’t – her leg was caught underneath herself, and the other was trapped, curled around the pole she was tied to. She didn’t have the strength to push up, and she felt that even if she tried, she wouldn’t get very far.
“I said sit up.”
“I – I can’t …” she whimpered pathetically, looking down at the ground.
She could hear him stomp over, and then he pulled her up by her shoulders. Her head snapped up and she looked him into the eyes. They seemed cold, vacant … like he was dead inside.
His face was close to hers, and he looked at her, almost with sympathy, compassion. He edged closer and she thought he might kiss her.
But then he shoved her away roughly and stood up.
“You’re better when I can’t see your face.”
Every part of her hurt, ached, felt bruised. She didn’t know what time it was, or how long she’d been there, but it felt like hours. Every so often, she’d look at the door, hoping Wil was going to be there. But he never was.
Jake still paced. He wouldn’t stop. He must have been dizzy, she thought, but he never stopped. The scowl on his face never went away, the hand holding his gun never loosened its grip. She knew he was thinking, thinking about everything he had said and done and probably how close he was to being exposed. And that worried her. The more he thought about it, the more she was going to pay. The slither of hope she had inside of her was starting to wane. She wasn’t going to survive this. Part of her wondered if she wanted to.
Jake suddenly stopped pacing. He stared straight ahead for a few seconds before speaking.
“You saw my ... you saw everything I have,” he said, realisation dawning on him. He turned to her, hiseyes wide in shock,“You saw me looking my locker, didn't you?” “No – no –“ “You did, didn't you? Tell me!” “I didn’t!” “Do you remember the code? Do you?” “No –“ “Maybe I can help you remember,” he scowled, and then slapped her face once more. She didn't fall as far as last time. “I can't remember it Jake,” she lied, as the numbers swirled in her mind, along with the thoughts of her impending death. He back-handed her this time, and she thought she felt a tooth come loose. She knew something in her mouth was bleeding becausewhen she went to beg for mercy, all that came out was bloody spit. He crouched in front of her and shoved the gun into her temple so hard she saw bright bursts of light in front of her eyes, and her head swam. “You’ve lied to me enough.” His voice was low now, like he was trying to be calm, “Tell me the numbers.” She found the loose tooth in her mouth and spat it out, aware that she now had red saliva trickling down her chin. Tears came from her eyes when she realised what a state she must be in, and how weak she must look in front of him. “Thirty-four, twenty-one, forty-seven.” “Why do you lie to me, Alyn?” More tears came out and she begged pathetically, “Just kill me!” “Where's the fun in that?” “I can't take it anymore, please, have some mercy!”
“You talk too much,” Jake said callously.
Despite wanting to say more, Alyn bit her tongue. She watched as he went over to Frank and bent down. She heard a ripping noise, and then saw a sudden movement. Frank’s screaming filled the room. Jake stood up, a torn bit of material in his hand from Frank’s trouser leg. Two of his fingers were covered in blood, and Alyn could only assume he’d just stuck his fingers into Frank’s wound. She’d never gagged so much in her life.
He held the material up, and waved it at her with a smirk on his face.
“What are you doing?”
“You just talk too much, Alyn. And you never say anything I want to hear. So I’m gonna gag you, okay?”
“Please don’t,” she knew she was begging, and she didn’t want to, but her pride had to take a backseat now. This was her life she was bartering for. “Please, I promise I won’t talk anymore.”
“But you do talk. You talk to everyone. Your boss, your reporter friends, Wil. You’ve told them all too much.”
“I haven’t told them anything!”
“Like I can believe that,” he crouched in front of her, but didn’t immediately shove the dirty material in her mouth. “Like I can believe anything you say.”
“You can, you can, I promise,” her eyes were wide with fear as she looked into his. “I promise, Jake. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t do this.”
“So if I told you that I’d let you go if you … say, fucked me right here, would you do it?”
She almost contemplated it, before her face screwed up in disgust. “No!”
“Aw, are you sure? Frank looks like he needs a release; he’d sure love to see you naked.”
“How can you think of shit like that when I’m sitting here like this? Does the blood turn you on, huh? Does the woman not being able to defend herself turn you on? Is the blood on my face making you hard, huh? You make me sick.”
He shoved the gag in her mouth with such force that she choked. He didn’t take it out though, and she breathed furiously through her nose to calm down.
The whole time she’d ranted, he’d looked pretty emotionless. But now his lips tipped up into the smallest of smiles.
“It turns me on when I know that I can control life, like some kind of God. And I can control it; I can control everything and everyone around me. I know Frank would chew his leg off to get out of here. I know you’d fuck me to get out of here. I know people like you, Alyn. You’re a weak fuck up and you always will be. No matter what happens here tonight, I can die happily knowing that I can control you.”
Jake took the gun out of his pocket, still in front of her. He lined the gun up with her temple.
She whimpered, “Please don’t.”
“I wish it didn’t come to this,” a tear fell from his eye, though he still spoke with anger in his voice. “You gave me hope. Goodbye Alyn. I hope we meet again in another life.”
The next few seconds happened so fast.
There was a crash from outside the room. Then there was pounding on the door next to Frank.
The door eventually opened and light and noise and air streamed in from the outside. She squeezed her eyes closed.
A gun shot echoed around the room, and Alyn wasn’t sure if it was from the gun pointed at her head or from whoever had just kicked open the door.
But she felt something.
I can feel the wind.
She dared open her eyes. All she could see was Jake. He didn’t move for seconds. And then his body fell against hers, and she felt a steady stream of warm liquid on her chest. She struggled underneath his mass, but he was deadweight against her. She screamed behind the gag, confused and scared. She looked up.
In the light in front of her, Alyn saw a silhouette of a man holding a gun. The man took a step forward, still pointing the gun at where he had shot Jake.
It was Wil.
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