The Bodyguard|Sebastian Stan

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"Let's go." Hayes got to his feet.

"Where?" Anthony asked also getting up with Sebastian.

"The base, it's fifteen minutes from here." Hayes hastily picked up my bag hitting the chair. "We need to know what's being done about this."

"Yeah, and I'm sure they'll let both of us in." Anthony said.

"I'll get you in. Just keep your mouths shut." Hayes answered.

They arrived at the base and were let in, they were greeted with bad news. I was of great importance to the military and the government, but nothing could be done, the nearest troops were hours away and it was unlikely I would be shown mercy. All they could do was watch.

"You don't have to see this." Anthony said, trying to get Sebastian out of the room, "She wouldn't want you to."

"This can't be happening." Sebastian whispered shaking his head in denial. He was stubborn and stayed.

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Me

"Please. Tell how your living conditions have been these past days." The bearded man said in a thick accent.

"Oh, it's been lovely, Just peachy. I love what you've done with the place." I looked around the room then back at him.

He spoke in his language, the man to my left struck my face with the stock of his gun, making me fall sideways to my right.

I felt warm blood trickle down my face.

"Ow." I chuckled, pushing myself back up to my knees with my tied hands,

"I'm going to kill you first." I smiled up at the man who had hit me as the taste of blood filled my mouth as it trickled down from my left temple.

I glanced at the man holding the camera, I then spit out a lot of blood that had gone into my mouth. I figured the man had translated and told the man I was going to kill him as they all burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha... fuckers." I said while they laughed. I noticed wires hanging from the camera and they ran past me on the floor I followed them behind me on the floor to see where they lead, I then caught sight of a table with my stuff behind me on the right.
The man on my left garbed me by my hair at the base of my head, yanking me, forcing me to face forward once more.

I let out a groan from the pain, to which he pulled harder, forcing me to took at the ceiling.

"Ugh. Okay!" I yanked my head to the side in protest as he released me, "Fuck!"

My hair was now lose of my short pony tail, now strands of hair stuck to my face with the thick warm blood.

"You have been starved and locked away. Tell your people how you are physically tortured." He spoke.

"Well... My face hurts." I raised an eyebrow at the man behind the camera. "But other than that...this is ridiculous." I chuckled. the man on my left yanked my hair once more as the man to my right spoke angrily in their foreign language.

"I can't understand what you're saying." I enunciated every word.

"We... wish to know why... they decided to send a woman instead of a man." He said slowly as he touched the skin between my breasts with his disgusting hand, lingering and pulling my shirt slightly down.

"Because they felt like it." I spat blood in his face. He slapped me hard across the face making me fall to my side once again.

"This is getting old really fast." I groaned as I got to my knees. I looked down and saw drops of blood dripping from my face on the floor steadily.
I was exhausted, but I wasn't going to serve myself up on a silver platter for them to kill me. If I was gonna die, I was going to fight till the end. They continued speaking in their language, it got boring real fast. I struggled against the rope that held my hands with no luck. I glanced to my right and saw the man with the rifle had a knife on his waist, at that moment the door opened and I recognized him immediately, he was our mission.
He gave an order and the man on my right positioned his riffle on my right temple.

'This is it...' I thought as I closed my eyes.

I pushed the rifle upwards with my bound hands, it fired at the ceiling once. Everyone went on the defense, I yanked the gun to my left and the rifle fired again, shot the man who had hit me.
The man holding the gun fell in front of me, also shielding me as everyone opened fire, I swiped my hands across his blade fast and cut the rope that bound my hands, I threw the knife and it hit the man that was closest to me. I picked up the rifle and felt a sharp pain on my right side near my ribs. I took cover behind a desk and shot as many as I could...

I killed them all.

More blood on my already stained hands..

The man we came for had tried to run, I shot his leg and he was bleeding on the floor. I too realized I was shot. The pain in my right side was almost unbearable.
I walked to the man who had stuck me with his gun and I kicked his body so I could see his face, "I told you I would kill you first."

The man with the camera was the first that tried to run, and the second that died. He laid dead on the floor with his stupid camera.
I walked to the leader, he tried to shuffle away from me, I hit his face with the stock of my gun, tied up and tossed the in the same room I was locked in.
I then walked to the table with my stuff to check what still worked, I swung my gun on my shoulder, I saw my satellite phone was busted, the GPS that was supposed to tell me my location wasn't doing so anymore.
I dug through the papers and found a map with our location, it's still a far walk back to where I was dropped off.
I turned around to see the camera laying on the floor... that douche did say it was live... it's worth a shot. I walked over clutching my side and saw the flashing green light, I pointed it at me and said the coordinates.

"What's his face is locked up where he can't get away... I'll wait for my extraction outside." I said, I then dropped the camera on the floor and left.

Published: July 18, 2015
Republished: June 23, 2016