Chapter 25

                                    

                                          
Saturday, September 2nd
RILEY ANDERSON
My jaw hurts due to the right hook that was slammed into it earlier by Mick. He was asking me questions about who Harry, Niall, and 'the boys' were working for. I only found out Harry had a job in the past week, so god forbid I know any further information. But that wasn't good enough for Mick. My head still hurts due to Mick slamming it into my vehicle as well. Arms still aching from the numb of being tied up, and everything was as bad as could be.
I was cold, hungry, in pain, and felt awful. Mick tried forcing me to eat, but it didn't go well and half of the food ended up down my shirt. I was a mess.
The man that Mick nicknamed 'Shark' had told me that I was a prize essentially. A prize for Aiden to show off that he won. What did he win? Apparently a messy, tied up, sore, sad, and scared Riley. Congrats. I hear someone walking back down the hallway as I try to focus.
I can almost distinguish Mick and Sharks footsteps, this was different. Lighter, heels.
Oh yeah, the woman they were talking to yesterday. What was her name?
Keeping my eyes open felt heavy, difficult. The lights were consistently on in this room, but they were dingy and dull. I had such a headache that falling asleep was difficult anyway. I felt like I would die of dehydration and exhaustion long before the beatings Mick continued threatening me with. 
"Where the fuck is her fucking boyfriend? What is taking him so long?" -Woman
"I don't know. I expected him to already be breaking down the doors honestly." Mick replied, annoyed and exasperated at the same time. I bet it does take a lot out of you hurting a small girl, good job Mick.
"And you're sure you took the right girl?" -Woman
"You saw the photos. Mick and I had been stalking her for almost a month, from when we saw her at that party with him. It's the right girl. Maybe he just doesn't give a fuck about her." 
Thanks Mick, rub it in.
"Well I am going to talk to her. Maybe she needs a little... womanly heart to heart." -Woman
"Aiden doesn't-" Shark starts but is cut off.
"Do not talk to me about what Aiden does and does not like. You were specifically told to not hurt her, and have you seen what she looks like right now? Honestly, you two are going to be the ones fucked if you keep this shit up." The woman hisses at Shark.
This must have been enough to make Shark back off, because instead of an argument I hear two sets of footsteps walking away. Only a moment passes before the clicking taps of heels comes closer and I know the woman has entered the room I have been confined to. "Are you awake?" I hear the woman say from behind me, her voice was tender and soft compared to what I had been used to in the past... however many hours?
"Y-yes. Yes I am." I try to tell her, but my voice feels thick and heavy. My throat is dry, no amount of trying to ration my spit and swallow it with hopes it miraculously starts to taste like bottled water is actually happening.
She walked around in front of me and I met with such a beautiful woman I was actually surprised. She had a thick amount of black hair piled into a bun on top of her head with bangs across her forehead, a black tactical looking outfit on, with black thick heeled boots, and heavy red eyeshadow on. There were small tattoos dotting along her hands and wrist that I could barely distinguish, along with a shiny piece of jewelry hanging through her septum. This was not who I was expecting I guess?