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“Vargas please, please just leave him out of this. Jubal hasn’t done anything,” Isobel pleaded. The drug lord just smiled, grinning at the two bound agents at his feet.
They’d been here for god knows how long now. The last thing Isobel remembered was dinner. She and Jubal had gone out together, a friendly evening out, which had quickly turned sour when four thugs had drugged them as they tried to leave. They woke here, this damp room, the horrid face of Antonio Vargas smiling smugly down at them.
“Oh no Agent Castille. While Agent Valentine may not have done anything, that does not mean that he doesn’t serve a purpose. I’ve seen how close you two are,” Vargas leaned close, gripping her hair and pulling her face close to his, “I know how you feel about each other. Seeing Valentine in pain will hurt you even more than anything else. And I intend to make use of that.” He let go of her, kicking her in the stomach before moving to Jubal.
Fury burned in Jubal’s eyes as he saw Isobel curl up as Vargas’ foot met her stomach. He heard a slight moan of pain, but was distracted as Vargas’ figure loomed in front of him, the man’s torso blocking his view of Isobel.
Jubal struggled against the chair, the rope binding him tearing into his skin.
“You’ll pay for this. The team won’t let you get away again,” He snarled. Vargas just laughed.
“Oh please, the only reason your team won last time was because you played dirty. Because Agent Castille simply could not accept defeat, and threatened a child to fix it.” He turned to Isobel, glaring with a hatred deeper than Jubal had seen.
“We will win again.”
“Will you? When you are dead, and Isobel is too broken to do anything?” Vargas grinned, picking up a knife from next to Jubal.
“This is gonna hurt.” And he buried the knife in his shoulder, Jubal’s screams filling the room.
“STOP! STOP PLEASE!” Isobel was screaming, begging Vargas to just stop. He plunged the knife into Jubal’s limbs over and over, only relaxing when Jubal’s arms were covered in blood.
“Please, please.” Isobel’s begs descended into sobs as she watched Jubal’s eyes close, the blood loss taking its toll.
“Please,” She whispered, one last time, the exhaustion of the last few hours taking over as she slipped into unconsciousness, Jubal’s screams echoing through her head.
“-bel?Isobel?!” Isobel’s eyes fluttered open, confusion in her eyes. She took in her surroundings. The dark room was gone, replaced with pristine hospital walls and beeping machinery.
“Jubal?” She croaked out. Her throat stung, the screaming having taken away a lot of her voice. Maggie smiled reassuringly.
“He was in surgery. The doctors said he was pretty injured, but he’ll be okay. It’ll just take time.” Isobel sunk back into the pillows, relief flooding her. She let her eyes close again, Maggie’s voice disappearing as she drifted back into unconsciousness, her mind blissfully quiet, one thought circulating.
He’ll be okay.