WARNING,

Sage

I CAN'T BREATHE

There's so much blood.

"Sage!" Dorian yells frantically. "Come on!"

"No!" I cry out. "I can't leave him!"

"Sage, he's going to get us, we have to go!" Dorian says. "He's going to find us in here."

"But he's dying!" I begin heaving. "I have...I have to help him."

I look at Dorian. "Give me your shirt!"

"Sage we have to go-"

"I need to stop the bleeding!" I croak.

Dorian knows that defying me would only prolong out stay here and unbuttons his shirt, the blood leaked through his button down to his t-shirt underneath. He hands me the shirt and I place it on the wounds of the officer.

"You...you have to go..." The officer whispers.

"We can't leave you here!" I rub my nose with my arm. "You'll die!"

"You...You'll...get found..." He breathes. "...I'm not going to make...make it..." He coughs. "...go...your safety..." He cringes and I press onto his wound and groans. "...your safety is more...important..."

"You heard the man." Dorian says. "Let's go!"

"No!" I protest then look at the officer. "You're going to make it, I promise you!"

"Young lady...it's okay..." He smiles weakly. "Please...tell my kids...Jackson and Samantha...and my wife Lisa...that I love them..."

Then his body goes limp and horror begins to bubble of inside of me. I just watched a man who was brutally stabbed die.

"Officer!" I smack his face. "Don't die!" I cry. "Please don't die!"

"This is getting fucking ridiculous," Dorian says. "we have no fucking time for this. Stop playing around Johnny."

Suddenly the officer begins laughing and his eyes open. "Sorry, D, I was having to much fun fucking around with her."

My eyes go wide.

"Well at least you kept her busy, the boss should be here any time soon."

What?

My breathing stops

Boss?

Kept me busy?

Dorian kneels down to me. "Sorry, Sage, he tends to go overboard with these kinds of things. He was a failed actor."

"What?" I breathe.

"Shut the fuck up, D, stop acting like your perfect when you couldn't even please daddy and be a successful architect." The officer-Johnny says. "That's why you're in the same boat as me and helping the boss get his targets."

I begin shaking, fear seeping into my blood, the realization that whatever is happening out there Dorian and this officer must be a part of it. Immediately I get up and storm off only to be pulled back and slammed onto the ground.

Dorian sighs as he pins me down onto my stomach. "Come on, don't run, we're not going to hurt you Sage."

"Let go of me!" I yell, struggling to get him off me.

"Speak for yourself, I plan on having some rough fun with this one." Johnny says with a wide-toothed grin. "The boss didn't say I couldn't touch the merchandise."

I begin screaming. "Help! Someone help me!"

"Shut the fuck up, Johnny!" Dorian places his hand over mine but without hesitation I bite it with the force of a thousand suns. "Fuck! She bit me!"

The sound of gunfire echoes into the halls.

"Help!" I scream, crying! "Somebody help me!"

"I can't believe Sean and Mason are out there having fun blowing brains out while I'm here babysitting this fucking whiny girl. Where the fuck is he!" Dorian yells waving his hand in pain then grabs a fistful of my hair. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Since she's opening her mouth so widely I can't see why I shouldn't get a good blow job out of this, it'll shut her up." Johnny grins, unbuckling his belt.

"She just bit my fucking finger and you want to put your dick in there?" Dorian scoffs. "You're brave, but it's technically not ruining the girl in any way, so I guess the boss won't mind."

They're having this conversation as I'm on the ground, screaming my lungs out.

"Please! Dorian don't let him do this to me! Please let me go!" I continue fighting.

"Sage, how long is it going to take for you to figure it out? I'm protecting you." He explains. "Johnny over here would dirty that beautiful innocence of yours."

"Why are you doing this?" I weep.

"Andrew Emerson and Richard Blackstone both have a debt to pay, and you're one of the many ways to pay it off. Hopefully the boss is feeling generous and doesn't cut all off you body parts and feed them to the sharks, maybe he'll leave a leg and an arm for them." Dorian says casually, with a smile.

I struggle even harder and cry even louder.

My eyes travel upwards and horror is all I can interpret. Johnny is standing up and...stroking himself. Then as he begins get closer to me I scream and scream...but no one comes for my rescue.

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I cough out the vile white substance in my mouth, on the verge of throwing up.

"Man, she must be a virgin, that was shitty." Johnny zips up.

Dorian scoffs. "Be grateful that she didn't bite your dick off."

"Man what's taking the boss so long?" Johnny sighs. "Since we got time apparently, why not get off on her too Dorian? You have been dealing with this annoying thing for quite sometime."

Dorian shrugs. "Not interested in bad blow jobs from virgins."

"Please...let me go..." I whisper, unable to scream.

"Damn, I'm still hard, you sure I can't fuck her?" Johnny asks, grabbing his junk.

I still.

Please no

Please...PLEASE no.

Greyson help me! Somebody!

"Not sure what condition the boss wants her in." Dorian objects.

"I'm sure he doesn't care if she's a virgin or not if he's going to kill her." Johnny scoffs. "Maybe I can do it from behind?"

I'm having a panic attack as I hear the debate of my well-being. There's no hope for me at this point, the guy 'Sean' has been out there 'blowing brains out' for the entire time. All I hear are gun shots and talk about what to do with me and a boss who isn't around.

Suddenly the door opens and another unfamiliar man walks through. He looked middle-aged compared to Johnny and Dorian. In his hand was a gun-a large one. How'd they get that in here? Everyone was checked at the front. Why do I even care! There's a guy with a gun in his hand in the same room as me who probably killed like ten cops!

The man whistles. "Damn, boss never said she was a fine piece of ass, you guys hit that yet?"

"Got a blowjob but it was shit." Johnny informs the man. "Dorian won't let me fuck her though."

I bite my lip and whimper.

"What's wrong with you?" The man scoffs. "The boss said nothing about us not getting it in while he's out there making negotiations with those rich snobs."

Dorian sighs. "Mason, why aren't you out doing your job?"

"Because I got bored looking through the halls and wanted to see the merchandise we're making all this fuss about." The man-Mason kneels down. "And I must say she's a pretty thing. Mind taking over for me Dorian? Kind of in the mood to play around."

I can't believe I'm going to say this. "Please...Please don't leave..." I plead quietly.

Dorian is the only one who's preventing these guys from touching me. Although I had to have that disgusting thing in my mouth, he won't let them touch me under...I hope not at least.

"Aw," Mason smiles. "looks like she feels safe with you. Why don't you mess with her and let me at it?"

"Go do your job, Mason." Dorian tells him.

"You don't fucking tell me what to do." Mason frowns. "You're beneath me kid, we only let you in cause you had money. Me and the boss go way back which means I have authority. And I think you should take over out there with Sean so Johnny and I can have a little fun. Unless your going to have fun too, then I'll get rid of Johnny over there."

"What the fuck?" Johnny frowns. "I'm the one whose been asking for an hour."

"Shut up, boy!" Mason glares at him. "This ain't about you."

I begin shaking underneath Dorian, crying even more than I thought I could, trying to scream but my voice is shaky. There's no use...everyone who can help me is outside while everyone out to get me is in here.

"So?" Mason looks at Dorian. "What'll it be?"

Dorian shakes his head and reaches out his hand. "Give it to me."

"You're missing out, boy." Mason hands him the gun.

"No..." I fight. "no...no...no...no!"

"Calm down girl, we're going to have some fun." Mason strokes my head.

Dorian gets up off me and I don't hesitate to break free, but like I thought, I was slammed back down onto the ground by Johnny wearing a hungry grin.

"Not so fast, sweetie, we just getting to the good part." Johnny licks his lips.

Dorian leaves the room.

The sound of my dress ripping haunts my ear drums, Johnny holds my hands over my head. Mason crawls up on top of me and dips his head down-sniffing my neck.

"I love a girl who don't wear that cheap shit." Mason says approvingly.

I start kicking him from behind but it doesn't work, he's to heavy on top of me. My body tenses and stomach bubbles with disgust when I feel his tongue slide over my collar bone.

"She tastes, mighty fine." He grins.

"Hurry up, Mason, I want a taste." Johnny says excitedly.

"You hold her still," Mason backs down, his face growing increasingly close to my underwear.

"Stop!" I yell as loud as I could, kicking him where I can.

But Mason pins my legs wide open and I feel his breath on my inner thigh. I struggle more and begin clawing Johnny's hands which were holding me down tightly.

I clenched my eyes shut and cringed when I felt his finger slide down my panties.

"It's been a long time since I had sex with a younger girl, they're usually the tightest." Mason says out loud and bite my lips so hard I bleed.

Then, he bites hard on my inner thigh and I wince in pain.

"Someone please...help me!" I cry out.

"Mason, hurry the fuck up, I'm not getting any less harder over here."

"Be patient boy, fuck her mouth or something." Mason shoo's him.

"How about you?" Johnny frowns.

Ignoring him my body tenses at the feel of his fingers wrapped around each side of my underwear as he begins to pull them down. That is, until the door swung open, and Mason immediately stopped.

"What the fuck are you doing!" A man with blond hair walks in wearing a business casual suit.

And next to him

"Walter!" I yell filled with a sudden relief.

But his face is solemn, emotionless even, then he opens his mouth. "I told you she was not to be touched, Oliver."

My stomach drops

"Guess these fucking morons didn't know." The man with blond hair frowns. "Get the fuck off her."

Both men get off me and I lean up, trying to get up. Only until I see the blond haired man-Oliver lift a gun up. Then without blinking he shoots the two men in the head and their bodies fall onto the ground.

I scream.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch, or you're next." Oliver threatens me, pointing the gun at me now.

Quickly I shut up, tears streaming down my eyes.

I look at Walter. "Why? Why would you do this?" I sniffled. "Greyson loves you."

"This isn't about him." Walter explains. "It's about his father and your grandfather."

"This isn't like you...you're so nice." My voice quivers.

"Walter?" Oliver scoffs, putting his gun back inside of his coat. "He's the leader of all of this, he's the one who almost killed your Father."

I look at him with wide eyes. "No."

"They're evil people, Sage." Walter says, calmly. "And evil people deserve to suffer."

"What'd they do that was so bad?"

"Ask your mother, they had her sent to some third world country alone with nothing to die." Walter explains.

"No...my mother died in an accident..." I look at him.

Oliver scoffs. "Didn't you think it was fucking sketchy when you didn't get a funeral for her? See her dead body. Your mother was sent to some unknown destination and is either selling her body or dead."

I place both hands on my mouth. "No."

"And that's just Elena Emerson." Oliver shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Boss," A random guy peaks into the room, his eyes on the two bodies, he gulps. "they're asking for you-"

Suddenly the man is on the ground, Oliver grabs his gun and Walter walks backwards cautiously. Then, I feel menacing vibe, one that was a mixture of chaos and destruction. The air went thick and when I saw who walked in front of the door I stilled.

His silver-blue eyes were cold, piercing, murderous even. His brows were knit together and he wore a deep scowl. In his left hand he drops a large heavy object onto the man and his right hand was clenched tightly.

"G...Greyson..." I breathed but remembered Oliver had a gun. "GREYSON! RUN!!"

Greyson turns his head to look at me, even through the horror in his eyes I saw the relief. But as his eyes dipped down to my body he tensed back up. I looked back at Oliver who was clenching the trigger and I stood up to stop him, when I heard the loud horrible sounds.

As if everything were going in slow-mo I looked at Greyson, whose eyes were wide.

"NO!" I yell.