Read Indigo by Julian Ferguson :: Indigo, Interuppted

As the girls started walking downstairs, they were met by a bunch of men in suits, armed with pistols. "Don't move!", the men yelled at them. Indigo cursed under her breath and turned to look at an equally confused Emily. Suddenly, as one of the men came up behind her, a sack was pulled over her head. She heard Keiko squeak as presumably, the same thing was done to her. Indigo felt her body go limp, cursing in her head. Flashing in and out of consciousness, she felt her body being dragged along different surfaces she was familiar with, as she had been kidnapped many a time. Rough cobblestone left bruises, a car interior, wet and dry concrete, and wooden floors. Despite this, she remained surprisingly calm. Not a scared thought went through her head.

That is, until, she found herself in a chair.

It was quiet around her, which was a bit confusing. All the times she had been kidnapped, she had heard some douchbag doing a James Bond villain speech if they thought they were cool. Or, they would just cut to the chase and say, "Give me the information, or I'll cut off your fingers.". But, no. Nothing. A blindfold covered her vision, and the only thing she heard was her breathing. She expected a gunshot, conversation, the sound of thumping or dragging bodies, but nothing. All was silent.

This broke the calmness in her.

Indigo's hands were numb and cold, and a shiver ran down her spine despite the lack of a breeze in her surroundings. She wiggled around a bit in her chair, whimpering as the rope on her ankles and wrists dug into her soft skin. This only caused more pain, as she felt the bruises on her wrists. She could feel every scar and bruise on her body intensely, like never before, and a pained wince left her lips as her injuries rubbed against her clothing. She tried to grab the penknife hidden in her sleeve, but it wasn't there. Whoever kidnapped her knew about it, and if they knew about her penknife, they probably knew about every other hidden weapon on her person.

"Damn!", she thought to herself. But, she didn't have time to think about her missing weapons. The most terrifying thing was that there were only a few people who knew about her weapons. Keiko and Rose, of course... and Mr. Sato. Her so-called father.

Her stomach sank as she realized just who kidnapped her. It wasn't someone Mr. Sato pissed off like all the other times. It was her father. She had done something to piss him off, and now she was going to die. No, not die. Death would be gracious compared to her fate! Torture. Hours, days, months of unending agony! This scared her. So, so much. The fear dug down to her core, to the point where her chest hurt with how heavily she was heaving. The fear of betrayal from her father figure made her question everything about her life.

How could she sleep at night knowing how many people she killed? Why did she consider a psychopathic murderer her father figure, and why was she complying with any of this? Why had she been complying for so long!? She could have gotten out any time! Killed her way to the top, or took her own life. There were so many ways she could have avoided this betrayal... and she took none of them. "Why did I do this? All this work, and what did it get me?!", she thought to herself. A few tears soaked her blindfold as she tried not to make a sound. In the face of oncoming death, the silence became sort of comforting. Hence, why she tried to maintain it. "This is it.", she thought. All the fear of death left her mind, as she took a deep breath, and accepted her fate. She was going to die, and she was okay with it.

That was until she heard a door open.