Owned by Him (Editing)

'You..you can't make me do that. I won't do it!' Agatha spat, her petite voice straining as it raised.
'Now, seeing as how I am the one running shit here, I can make you do whatever the fuck I want,' Jordan spits back, adding a swift and forceful backhand to make his point. Agatha squealed from the hit but didn't say anything else.
'See? I can make you shut the fuck up,'
'You bastard! Touch her again and I'll kill you!' Axel roared pulling like a wild animal at his binds.
'Oh yeah? And how you gonna do that?'

With one final fiddle of the knot, my hands broke free and I projected myself from the chair. I tear the blindfold off and swing a right hook into Jordan's ribs, relishing the sound of the crack as at least one snapped in half.
'Like this' I spit.
Naturally, Jase came for me but was quickly commanded to leave me alone as Jordan roared 'This rat is mine!'.
I was honoured that after all this time, he finally had grown the bollocks to take me on in a fight.

Both of us stood opposite one another with our fists raised. We circled, each of us pining for bloodshed and revenge. I had turned my back on him, the ultimate betrayal and he had tortured the girl I loved - we had our reasons and my own was enough to push me to throw a right hook against his jaw to kick the brawl off.
He retaliates by uppercutting his right fist into my diaphragm, briefly knocking my breath from me. He throws a second punch which I am quick to avoid and I throw a forceful punch into his stomach as I link my left arm around his neck and hold him against me. I hit the same place again and again, the sound of his grunts of pain fuelling me to ruthlessly and relentlessly mirror each strike again and again.
Jordan regains some strength and manages to force me off of him. I stumble slightly backwards and take an unseen wallop to the temple. By the horrendous firework impact of agony rallying through my head, I knew he had used a weapon of some sort.

My vision blurred temporarily and I felt nauseous but I feebly kept my arms up in defence and make a weak attempt to strike Jordan's ribs again. I miss the target I was aiming for and Jordan strikes my side with the same iron weapon as he had hit my head with. I drop to my knees and grunt loudly as the pain sprawls through my side and torso.

'You weak fucker! Have you no honour to fight with only your fists, are you that weak?' I growl through gritted teeth. I must have struck a nerve in his ego, as the clatter of the metal bar he had been using echoed shortly after I made the remark.

I am then tackled to the ground and groan as my back makes abrupt contact against the concrete. Jordan throws his fist towards my face but I have enough of my wits left to move my head and miss the punch.
I buck my hips and project Jordan off of me and reverse the position so that I am straddling his waist. I pound my fists against his nose on-stop until a gunshot rings through the air and a horrendously sharp pain radiates through the left side of my chest.

With wide eyes and my hand clutched over the hole in my chest, I stare at Jase who has the barrel of his gun pointed directly at me.
Feeling disorientated and weak I fall off of Jordan and onto my back, my breathing shaky and laboured.
'Phoenix? You okay Lad?' Axel asks, his tone as worried as I felt.
'The- they shot me' I stammer, my heart beating a million beats a second.
'Jase you fucking idiot! I told you he was mine!' Jordan hissed, staggering to his feet. He looked almost as bad as I did. Almost.

The warmth of my blood pooling beneath me was eerily uncomfortable and the smell of pennies consumed my sense of smell entirely. I could feel my body shutting down and all I could think about was Adara.
Jordan stood over me, a triumphant smirk on his mouth as I struggled to breathe.
'I'll make the decision easier for you Agatha,' and with that Jordan pulls out his phone and calls that fucker, Nathanial.
'Take her off the ventilator. I'm done with all her shit'
'No! Gray! Please! Shoot me!' Axel implored.
'No please don't take my family!' Agatha sobbed, her tiny voice strained and croaking as the awful possibility of losing one of her family hit home.
'Fuck sake....Jordan' I begin, pausing to take a heavy breath, 'let them all live. I'm dying anyway so you get your share of blood'.