The house was quiet. Watching the latest news broadcast she turned off the tv in disgust. What was this country coming to? Martial Law and people going nuts? Groups of men abducting women, whole families murdered, children going missing, shootings, rapes? The list just seemed to go on. Her husband kept telling her to just shut off the tv and quit watching. Yet she couldn't help but watch.
Glancing out the window she wished he would hurry up and come home. He was supposed to only be going out for gas and smokes but every minute seemed like an hour. It was definitely a drawback to living in the country. Walking by the table she glanced at the gun he had left with her and shook her head. When had things gotten so bad that you had to carry a gun on you in your own home.
Heading upstairs to take a bath she left it laying there. The house was locked up tight and it wasn't like she could have it in the tub. Turning on the water she undressed and then sank into the hot water. A good hot soak and then a night alone just the two of them. No tv, no computers, just the two of them catching up on some much needed loving.
She heard a vehicle coming up the gravel drive and quickly finished up and got out of the tub. Grabbing for the towel she dried off and all but threw her clothes on. Checking her reflection in the mirror she smiled. A sweater and jeans for now, but later it would be nothing.
Hearing the back door open, she made her way down the stairs still smiling. Entering the kitchen she came face to face with three men dressed in black. Shock rooted her to the floor. She couldn't move. For a moment they stayed still and then they all seemed to move as one. She took off for the gun and they came after her. She grabbed the gun at the same moment an arm came around her waist and a hand painfully captured hers. With a gasp she dropped the gun. Taking a breath she balled up her free hand and swung for the face of the man holding her knocking him back and breaking the hold he had on her.
She ran for the front door but was tackled before she made it. Her breath was knocked from her but it didn't stop her from fighting back. A blow to the side of her head stunned her enough that she stilled. A second set of hands brought her to her feet. Her hands were released and as soon as they were she clawed for the eyes of the man in front of her. Her nails raked his face as she was lifted off her feet. In the next moment she was thrown through her living room window while the man laughed.
Landing in her yard she couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Pain lanced through her body as she fought to keep her eyes open. She had to move and she knew it but her body wouldn't cooperate. Then she heard the most wonderful sound that she could have heard in that moment; her husband yelling her name. Rolling to her stomach she made it onto her knees as he reached her. Pulling her onto her feet, his arms encircled her like bands of steel and she knew she was safe. Whatever was going on didn't matter because she was safe. He had never let her come to harm and she knew he wouldn't start now.
Lifting her into his arms he started for the vehicle but after only a few steps came to a dead halt. The sound of guns being chambered seemed to echo all around them. Slowly he set her on her feet but kept one arm wrapped around her as the other deliberately reached back for the gun he kept in the waistband of his jeans.
"Do it and it will be the last thing you do," one of the men warned.
His hand stilled and then came back around her even tighter than before. "You're not going anywhere," he whispered in her ear as he stared the men down. "This is my wife and you are not taking her." His voice was like ice. The intensity of it made her feel secure but scared her at the same time. She'd never heard him speak like that before.
"Either she comes with us or we kill you both."
"You can try." There was no give in his words. It was a simple truth and she knew that he meant it.
"You really think so? If you let her go you can leave here alive, maybe spend time with your mother and sister?." His words made her feel cold, more so than the air around them. His next words had her clutching even tighter to her husband as she looked into his face. "I would hate for your actions here to cause them harm or maybe her family instead. Don't be stupid."
"No," she breathed as fear once again engulfed her. Suddenly the reports of entire families being murdered came back to her. Were people really choosing to allow their families to be murdered rather than give in?
Tears blinded her as she released him. "No," he growled at her but she shook her head.
"I can't let them die for me," she whispered. She tried to step back from him but he jerked her even closer.
"You are not going anywhere. I won't let this happen," but his words were less forceful and she knew he understood.
"It's me or them." Her hands shaking she held his face. "I love you. I've always loved you and you alone and that won't change, but I won't let our family die in my place. I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. Explain that to them for..." He silenced her with a kiss. The urgency behind it momentarily overcame everything else happening and she let herself be lost in it. This was her man and he loved her as much as she loved him.
A throat cleared behind her ending the kiss and causing the fear to envelope her again. She tried to smile through the tears coursing down her cheeks as she looked at him. She never wanted to forget anything about him.
He finally released her and raised his hands to her face. Wiping away the tears falling he lightly kissed her lips again. "I will find you," he whispered as tears pooled in his eyes. That alone scared her more than what faced her. He never cried. "I will not stop till I find you. I swear it." She nodded unable to speak, knowing it would betray her. "I love you."
"Enough." Hands roughly grabbed her pulling her from his grasp. He started forward and was tackled by the other two men.
"Don't hurt him," she screamed watching him fight against the men pinning him to the ground. She started to struggle against the man holding her. She was forced to her knees and felt a sharp pain against the back of her head. The last thing she saw before the darkness claimed her was him reaching forward to her.
*****
She came to on a dirt floor. She kept still trying to access her situation. She was blindfolded and could hear a strong wind blowing outside. Thankfully she was still wearing her bra and panties but the cold air on her skin told her that it was all.
"Awake I see." She didn't think that she had betrayed her alertness but suddenly she was pulled to her feet and forced forward a few steps. "Sit and don't move," the voice ordered. She did as she was told trying to be still on what felt like a small wooden stool. What little light she could determine through the blindfold suddenly disappeared and a door closed nearby. Tremors suddenly took over her body, from the fear or the cold she didn't know.