P.B. woke startled as her memory came back to her. The com downstairs had been activated detecting raised temperatures. The t.v. had turned on and she'd rushed out of the door as her adopted brother was being beaten in the lobby. Taking the swiftest way down by skidding down the rail, she'd kicked one of the attacker's in the face before landing on him as hard as she could. Bro was bleeding from his face and a cut on his arm. "Go back!" He yelled as he blocked and landed another punch on his enemy. P.B. shook her head and slickly used the small knife mom said never leave home without. It hit home in one of the men's chests, he looked surprised as he went down taking one of his buddies with him. They fought back to back and began to feel the zeal of victory when shots rang out on the outside. She felt her brother slump, she caught him in her arms his chest darkening as the blood found a new opening in the dike that the skin made. "Brother! You bastards!" Then the lights had gone out as she was hit from behind. Voro sighed as he saw her move so well. He had had to kill the man who had hit her so hard. No one was going to harm her in any way except him. She was his and his alone. As for the black man who had fought by her side and that she'd called brother so passionately he had hit him in possibly the only spot one could yet survive a bullet. If no one found him before he bled to death that was not his fault. "Get my dear something to drink and make it cold. Lots of ice and remove the bindings on her eyes and one of her wrists. Do it quickly before I decide your not essential." The man moved nearly too quickly stumbling in the process. Voro tsked and made a small hole in the man's temple with his silenced Glock. "Now Shades please don't make the same mistake as he did and please put him down into the hold. Its not nice to see such a thing littering the floor." P.B. swallowed hard against the voices, sounds and vibrations around her as they told her she was in a plane.The blind was taken off and her wrist was then rubbed by a muscle bound prick who was sweating like he was in a sauna. He was the best of the options she had.Much better then the bastard who was in the chair across from her. Voro sat swilling a very vintage wine that was dark and red. "I think she prefers your face to mine Shades. And here I saved her brother's life." At that P.B. looked to him as best as she could through the black eye and swollen cheek. "Oh you think I am that hateful towards you? No. I maybe a tad bit upset, but hate....I've never hated any of my girlfriends. I haven't had the pleasure of enjoying you as of yet and you did fight well even killed one of my men. Which isn't easy....
that's why I want to make you my bride even more then before." P.B. stiffened and then brought enough saliva up to spit on the floor in front of Voro. One of the men slapped her hard enough to make her see stars and was promptly put down by Voro. "Damn. That's more men I'll have to replace. Shades please ice her cheek. I know you may not believe what I said my dear, but here I'll turn on the t.v. for you. I'm sure by now or soon it will be on all the news channels." P.B. snorted as best she could and shook her head.
"No they won't. No one will come for me. I've made my bed." Voro frowned at his soon to be bride. "Really? Have we lain together? I don't remember, and I don't forget anyone of my darlings especially not one I've decided to marry. I do think your the first. I am right aren't I Shades."
Shades nodded and then winced as he eased the ice pack onto P.B.'s red and swollen jaw. Her one good eye was mirrored in his shades. No help there. "Never. I'll never marry you." Voro sighed and looked to his remaining men. "Maybe when we've reached our destination you'll have changed your mind. Boys please be gentle as you put her down in the hold. Maybe the corpses down there will be enough to make her more agreeable. After all if she doesn't agree, I have men at the ready to add her loving family to the body count.It would be quite disturbing if the bride's side was totally empty." He watched her face go from fighting red to ghostly white and then back to red as the hatch was open and the smell started to haunt the compartment. Shades cut her free only to clamp down hard on her as he picked her up. As he carried her to the waiting hole his shades slipped down to show his remorse. At least someone felt bad for her.