accomplices
"Whats the news?"
The police officer sighs and pushes up his shades,"We found her car a little ways down the road by the closed off ledge. We found these atop of that ledge.",he sighs heavily and lets the car keys fall in Valentinos hands.
Valentinos eyes widen when the wedding ring and engagement band fall into his hands as well,"We also found these inside the car." Vox looks down at the rings in Valentinos shaking hands before looking to Velvet.
Valentino swallows hard and inhales deeply,"So what does this mean?",Valentino questions with a scarily calm voice. The police officer shrugs and sighs heavily while standing up from the office chair. He rubs his double-chin covered in stubble and speaks with carelessness,"Well it doesn't look too good. I've got a few men looking to the waters down below, all of this point to a suicide."
Valentinos heart stops. He thinks back to last night and he shakily exhales. Hearing that made his blood boil and guilt overspill. A feeling he hated to experience and hated anyone who made him feel it.
Snapping his fingers the officer turns around but is greeted by the barrel of Velvets gun. A loud gunshot rings out and his limp body falls to the ground, a bullet hole between his eyes.
Vox narrows his eyes and wipes the mans blood off his glass of whiskey,"Jeez V, next time take it to the basement." Velvet shrugs with a wide smile as she watches the blood pool around his head. Valentinos jaw is tight as he opens his desk drawer and places the objects inside.
"Vox, get me another higher up copper who isn't a fucking idiot. Pay him whatever he wants.",Vox looks to his best friend and boss and nods while drinking the last of the illegal substance. He walks over the dead body and leaves the room, swiping his coat and umbrella off the rack.
Velvet licks the blood from her gun with a sparkle in her dark brown eyes,"I'll call the exterminators." She places her gun into the bodice of her dress yet is stopped from leaving when Valentino grabs her wrist.
She turns back to him with a slight hum. Valentino sighs heavily and lets go of Velvet,"What if she did jump?..." Velvet feels pain ache at her heart at the solemn and guilty expression that falls over his face.
She leans against the desk,"She didn't. She's been through worse than being a punching bag and she never kissed death. If I'm being honest...I think she was snatched up."
Valentinos eyes widen and he looks up to the dark-skinned woman,"What?",he inquires and Velvet nods. Crossing her arms over her small chest she turns away and walks back to the dead body, kneeling before him.
"Her keys were found on the cliff after you gave her a beating...and the rings were in the car.",she kicks the man as the gears in her head begin to turn. Her black painted lips are pursed,"Didn't you say she usually disappeared somewhere after every fight?"
Valentino thinks for a moment and nods while rubbing his tired almond shaped eyes,"Yes but she went to see Baxter to fix her up." Velvet lifts the corrupt police officers head and inspects the gory wound with casualty before dropping it to splash in the pool of his own blood.
"What if she didn't?",Velvet retorts back with a raise thin brow. Valentino thinks back to the time you would come back home. You still be in severe pain, but your dress and shoes were slightly dirty. You were always as cold as ice as well.
He scoffs in disbelief and stands up,"Call the exterminators for this pig while we head over to Baxters."
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You woke up the next morning a bit groggy. Alastor had cut you some slack and let you skip dinner. Truth be told you were starving, but you needed time to evaluate the entire situation.
Especially after the vague yet shocking statement Alastor dropped on you last night.
But unfortunately you passed out as soon as your head hit the pillows.
You sat up in bed and looked down to notice your once bloodied bandages were clean and new. Your eyes narrowed and you began to wonder what exactly he did. Your ankles were aching the most and your upper legs did sting.
You sighed heavily and looked to the wardrobe Alastor had told you held your clothes.
He loves me?...Maybe he's an obsessed fan...but he doesn't seem like an obsessed fan. I would definitely know.
You think as you grunt and groan to lug yourself out of bed and onto the wheelchair aside your bed. You breathed out heavily when you managed to drop yourself into the chair. Looking around at the room you could hear the same sounds you heard yesterday.
You'd been wearing the same dress for a while now and truth be told you felt disgusting. Wheeling yourself to the wardrobe you noticed a red piece of parchment paper beneath the flower vase.
My dear,
I've headed off to work. I'll be back just before the evening.
Love,
Alastor
You breathed out a heavy sigh in relief and placed your face in your hands. Without fear of him walking in on you you finally broke down.
Tears rolled down your cheeks and there was a huge lump in your throat. You couldn't believe this. You were a prisoner to Valentino and now you're a prisoner to Alastor, but this time its quite literal. You couldn't walk nor could you call out for help.
You let yourself wallow and feel helpless for a few moments before wiping away your tears and sniffling.
You will get through this. You will escape.
You think with a look of determination.
As you got use to the wheelchair you began to think over this entire situation.
Clearly he doesn't want to hurt me unless I don't listen. He's in love with me, so he says...So if I play the sweet and loving type will he be more lenient with me? But Alastor is a smart man. He may know or suspect I'm trying to trick him.
I have to be smarter than him. More clever...or else I may die here...
So I should work up slowly, react how I want and make him believe I'm growing to like it here. And when his defenses are down I can make a run for it.
You look down at your ankles bandaged up and bite down on your lip gently.
I need to know what this is...
Baxter had taught you a few things pertaining to medical stuff. Especially leg injuries the night Valentino caused you to sprain your ankle. You inhaled deeply and swallowed hard when you thought of Valentino.
Is he looking for me?...Would he care that I'm missing? Ugh! Why do I even care if he cares...
You felt tears well up in your eyes once more yet before they could fall you reached down and lifted up once of your legs to cross over the other.
You grunted in pain and clenched your teeth as you slowly began to unwrap the expertly done bandage. As you neared closer to the end of the wrapping your eyes widened as more blood soaked through.
Once you pulled off the gauze you covered your mouth and cried out in utter disbelief,"Oh god!" Your hand shook and you felt bile rise in your throat as your eyes tore away from the stitches across your achilles tendon.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! He slashed my achilles tendon, jesus—I'm gonna be sick...
Your breathing begins to quicken and panic settles in your head as you grab either side of your face in shock. Your chest rises and falls as you try to calm yourself down for what seems like the thousandth time these past days.
Okay there are stitches which means they were repaired...but that requires surgery...
The more you thought about your injuries and lack of pain where Valentino had beat you you began to wonder if Alastor had someone else in on this. Aiding to your injuries. If he did you needed to know who it was. The more you knew and were aware of, the better.
Thinking of a painful yet survivable plan you wheel to the wardrobe and with shaky hands prepare to outsmart your kidnapper.
I've been a doormat long enough...
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Alastor steps out of the car with a wide smile across his lips in anticipation to seeing you again. His heart raced and eyes were lovesick as the rain pelted his black umbrella and dripped down around him.
Opening the door he took off his coat and hung up both that and his umbrella,"My beloved! I'm home!"
He stopped and his smile faltered at the sound of soft groaning coming from the kitchen,"A-Alastor...",he heard your sweet voice call out in a soft and helpless way. His eyes widened and he was quick to run to the kitchen.
His heart dropped at the sight of you out of a tipped over wheelchair. You were clutching your cheek and his eye twitched at the sight of blood seeping between your fingers. He ran to your side and got onto his knees, a bloodied knife on the ground.
"What happened? What—",Alastor struggles to speak as he grabs your hand and slowly moves it from your cheek. A gash is across the apple of your cheek. You have tears in your eyes and a deep frown on your lips.
"I-I was trying to get dinner started but I couldn't reach the spices so I was trying to get up b-but I—I—",you stammer while tears roll down your cheeks. Alastor pulls you close to his chest and your eyes widen slightly at the racing beating of his heart.
"None of that silly nonsense, my dear. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm here you're okay...",he speaks softly and comfortingly to you. You feel your heart pound and he pulls away,"I'll be right back."
You watch as he leaves and you hold onto your cheek. You feel your cheeks redden at his comforting words.
You expected him to get mad at you and berate you, as Valentino did so much before. Any mistake or injuries you accidentally caused for yourself Valentino pinned the blame on you and degraded you.
Alastor didn't.
You feel a warm rise in your stomach yet it turns cold when you glance down to your ankles and remember he's a kidnapper.
Inhaling deeply you hear the soft sound of Alastors distant voice. You feel a smile spread across your lips and you feel a bit of a win.
So there is a phone in the house!
You drop the joy real quick when Alastor comes back in. He picks the wheelchair back up and he gently loops his arms around your waist. Lifting you up with gentleness he places you in the chair.
You hate the warmth that pours into your heart when he kneels down and pulls your bloodied hand away,"It was kind of you to try to start dinner but it wasn't necessary. I could have handled it." He takes a rag from the oven and begins to clean up the blood staining your hand.
He is soft and gentle. His eyes are worried and his usual smile is in a focused frown.
When he reaches up to wipe your cheek you flinch.
Alastors frown deepens. He saw the bruises on your body when his associate had inspected you and aided to you. He knew how abusive that loathsome man was. He couldn't imagine what you've been through while wed to that demon.
"You're safe...I'm not going to hurt you.",Alastors eyes look into yours and you feel your heart pound. When he leans in close to plant a soft kiss against your forehead you allow him to.
He cleans your cheek and begins to talk,"So my associate is coming over to assure this isn't a severe injury. You've met her once before, her name is Rosie."
Your brows pinch together and you refrain from snorting. You met Rosie at the same party and she was cool and charming. She spoke eloquently and was as classy as she looked. You could not believe she was aware of this. That warm feeling Alastor caused turned frozen.
Alastor held the cloth to your cheek and you nodded slowly. With a gentle sigh you furrowed your brows,"Alastor..." He paused at the gentle way you said his name,"Yes?" Your hand is slightly shaky as you reach up to grab his wrist.
"Who else knows about our...situation?",you question with furrowed brows. You could almost breathe out in relief when you notice he doesn't look too deeply into the question. He simply continues to aid to your continuously bleeding cheek.
"Rosie and my cleaner, Husk.",he responds simply and you nod slowly. Your eyes watch him intently and you feel as if though he's being honest, looking away for a moment to evaluate this as well. Your brows furrow and your gaze whips to him.
Cleaner...
"What do you m—",you're cut off by a loud knocking at the door. He looks to you before leaving to answer the door. You inhale deeply and bend down to pick up the knife off the ground. When you do you furrow your brows to glance beneath the fridge. Something glitters when it catches the light.
You place the knife on the counter and before you can roll towards it you hear a soft voice,”Hello, (Y/N) its a pleasure to meet you again.”
Your eyes turn to see a woman that matches Alastors cheshire like grin. Her skin is as pale as snow and her ink black hair is in neat finger waves atop her head. She is tall and slender her arms folded behind her back.
Your eyes can’t help but narrow at the aspect of another woman knowing you’re held captive by some man and doing nothing but aiding him.
Through clenched teeth you feel more blood trickle down your cheek,”Uh-huh...”