It has been thirty six hours since I've been taken and I'm beginning to lose hope. If someone was coming they would be here by now. Right?

Everything from head to toe hurts. Frank, the man from the club, really did a number on me this time. One things for sure, he makes Maxen look like a fucking saint when compared to him.

For hours he inflicted immense pain upon me. Pain that I have never in my life, felt before and it seemed the more I pleaded for him to stop, the more amped up he seemed to get.

Clearly the man is demented. Who the hell beats on a woman like that? And a pregnant one at that.

A demented one that's who. Someone who needs to be placed in a straight jacket, thrown into a padded room and forgotten.

The first time he hit me, his fist connect with my jaw and I swear that I seen stars. Hell maybe even the entire universe, I don't know. All I know is that had to be by far the hardest I have ever been hit.

He did however let me recover from the first blow, but that was only because he wanted to snort some of the coke he had broke out on the table. Apparently he needed it stimulate himself.

He even had enough nerve to offer me some, said it would help with the pain. Of course I didn't accept. I have never did a drug in my life and plan on keeping it that way. I would rather be beaten to death before I stooped to his level and I made sure to tell him that, earning me a busted lip and more.

Unfortunately, I am still bound to the chair with my head down, it feels better when it's down.

I hear the slamming of a door, followed by footsteps. I don't even bother lifting my head to see who it is. It's probably Frank anyway, returning to do some more damage.

"Wren?" An unfamiliar feminine voice calls out to me. "I'm here to clean you up."

Isn't that sweet of her. She wants to clean me up so when Frank comes back for a second round he has a clean slate. Yeah no. I don't want her touching me. "No thank you," my voice is horse from the lack of liquids. "I rather say like this."

I hear some sort of clatter, and then a hand on my shoulder. "I'm here to help you," she says softly. "Please let me while I can."

Lifting my head turned out to be a lot harder than I though and I groan. I just don't have the strength to do it.

She places her hand on my chin and helps me lift my head and gasps. "I can't believe that they did this to you," she whispers. "Can you open you eyes?"

I nod. I know I can open one, but the other is swollen shut. Sighing, I decide to open my good eye to see the woman who was so kind to take the time to help me. She has her blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun with little strands hanging out. Her skin was tan and her lips we're painted scarlet red. A very pretty woman she is. She scans over my face with her brown eyes and a knot forms between her brows.

It's almost like she's concerned.

She grabs the rag from the bucket and begins to wipe away the dry blood and flinch when she gets to my eye.

"I'm sorry. I'll try my best to be gentle."

I don't say anything and let her continue. She dunks the rag back in the warm water and scrubs at my neck. A soft moan escapes my mouth as I welcome it's warmth on my cold skin.

"I figured you would appreciate some warmth right now. It is pretty cold down here," she says as she continues. "By the way my name is Jen."

I tense when I hear her name and look her over the best I could with my one good eye. "As in Draven's ex, Jen?"

She locks eyes with me. You can tell she is debating on whether or not to tell me. Eventually she does. "Yes."

This is great. Just great. Not only have I been kidnapped and beaten, but now I am forced to look at the woman who destroyed my boyfriend.

She frowns. "I see you have heard of me."

Once again I stay silent.

"I don't blame you for hating me," she says. "I did do him dirty and I hate myself everyday for it."

They must have sent her in here to do some psychological damage. Why else would she be here helping me.

"So did they send you in here torture me some more? Was the physical torture not enough?"

She looks at me completely flabbergasted. "Of course not. I know it might look that way, but I am here to help you. Not to torture you." She looks intently at the side of my head and leans in. "They are coming for you," she whispers and puts the rag back in the bucket. "Once I give them the exact location, they will be here. Keep your head up."

Who is she talking about? Is she talking about Draven and Reese?

She gives me a knowing look and leaves the room, leaving me to my thoughts. A jolt of excitement rushes through my veins. She was talking about them. I know it. My boys are coming for me.

***

I can no longer feel my hands and feet anymore. I don't know if it's from the lack of circulation, due to the restraints, or if I have just become numb to the pain. Either way, I'm glad the pain was gone. Honestly, it was more annoying than anything.

My stomach grumbles. "I know, baby. Me too," I sigh, looking down at my stomach. I swear if we make it out of here I'm cooking us the biggest smorgasbord possible. Everything and anything will be on that table."

I can picture it now. Everyone sitting around the table eating a little bit of everything I put on it.

This is the really torture, starving a pregnant woman. Like seriously who fucking does that shit. Food is gold to a woman who is with child. Everyone knows that.

Death is actually looking pretty good right about now. "I wish you would just kill me already," I scream. "This is bullshit."

A quick death would suffice. Not this slow torturous one they are so keen on doing.

"That will happen soon enough. No need to rush things. I want to enjoy it," Penelope chuckles darkly as she steps out of the shadows. I definitely wasn't expecting to see her. "And once this is all over, everything will be normal again."

"You are one fucked up individual you know that? If you think for one second that Draven will forgive you for this, you are sadly mistaken."

She smacks me hard across the face. "I wouldn't need his forgiveness if it wasn't for you. This is all your fault. If it wasn't for you, he would still be with me," she seethes. "You took him away from me and now you're going to pay."

I can taste the blood on my tongue and spit it at her feet. She is delusional. "He was never yours," I laugh loudly. "When are you going to realize you were just a toy to him. A little play thing that he sat on his shelf until he decided to play with it."

He never actually said those words to me, but that's what he was getting at when we talked about their so called relationship.

For a moment she looked hurt by my words, but quickly covers it.

"Did you think he would actually marry you? That he would turn a hoe into a house wife," I'm laughing hysterically now. "News flash you can't turn a hoe into a housewife. Once a hoe always a hoe."

That struck a nerve. She lunges at me, placing both of her hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. I struggle violently against my restraints, trying to free myself and can't. She's going to kill me and there is not a damn thing I can do about it.

"I was going to wait to kill you," she squeezes harder. Her nails digging into my skin. "But I think I'll do it now. I'm going to enjoy watching your life drain from your eyes."

I can see the fury in her eyes. She means every word she just said.

I try to focus on her face, but my vision begins to blur. I'm about to black out at any moment. I can feel it.

I can hear a lot of commotion outside the door. Loud pops echo through the room. Gun shots maybe? Whatever is going on, causes her to release her hold.

I cough erratically as I gasp for air. Every breath I take burns my throat, bringing tears to my eyes. Just as I was getting my bearings back, I hear a click. I look up to see a gun being pointed right at me.

She smirks and pulls the trigger. A pain shoots straight through my chest and I scream out in pain.

She shot me. The bitch actually shot me.