Chapter Thirty Six

My eyes were closing even though my hands, feet neck were shackled in cuffs and ties, I ached everywhere and hurt more than I could bare, My capture Antonia cared not, she had photographs taken of me, and positioned herself to be in the pictures. she whipped me over and over when I failed to respond to her in the way she wanted, her rage over flowing, but despite the pain, I could not do what she wanted me to do. I was injured badly, I managed to beg for help twice but she told me to man up, she refused me medical attention. it was only when I started gagging and coughing up blood she took notice.
"Ewww what the fuck is this?"
once I started coughing I could not stop and my stomach wretched with every blast, each time more and more blood came out of my mouth.
She hit me hard in the face, "Stop it, you hear just stop it."
but I couldn't, in between coughs I begged, "Help me please..."
she got off the bed and stood with her hench men, "Make him stop, now..."
The biggest guy came over, he looked at me then walked back, "Boss he's in a real bad way, looks like he's dying to me... he needs a hospital..."
Antonia flipped, "Are you fucking mad?, how can I send him to the hospital?"
"Again I tried calling out, "Please hospital, I wont tell, help me..."
Another coughing fit and even more blood, then I couldn't breathe, I started gasping for air, and writhing on the bed, one of the men came over, he pulled a knife and quick as anything cut the strap from my throat.
"I don't care what you say dial 911 now..."
Antonia stood there shocked, he repeated his instructions... "I said now..."
one of the other guys rang 911, and the other guy came over and released my hands and ankles from my binds, the last guy brought over a sheet to cover my body. Gingerly I tried sitting, but any movement started me coughing, while still gasping for air. I was cold too and started to shiver, I could barely see through the dark as my eye was so swollen it had all but closed. Antonia came over at last, "Jon, when they get here you tell them it was a sex game gone bad or I swear to go Dale will slit your pretty wife's throat. Do you hear me."
I tried to nod, but I could hardly lift my head, pulling my head back she asked again, "You hear me."
between gasps I agreed.

It felt like I was sitting there forever before I finally heard the sirens in the distance, they got louder the nearer they came. Finally there was a knock at the door.
I heard the door open and seconds later I was being spoken too by a paramedic...
"Jesus, Sir, sir can you hear me."
I tried to respond but all energy had left my body, I felt my body being laid back on the bed, every movement caused me to cry out and gasp for air in pain.
"Sounds like he has a collapsed lung.." Oxygen now..." a mask was fitted over my face as finally my body shut down.
Next I knew I was waking in hospital, on a drip, clean and dressed in Pj's hooked up to monitors. I could only see out of one eye, the other closed through the blows I had taken. I turned to the left and could just make out a silhouette sitting next to me. very croakily I asked, "who's there, I was terrified that it was Antonia.
"Hey Jon, nurse, he's awake..."
I recognised the voice, Richie is that you?"
"yeah bro, jese you really scared us, what the fuck happened?"
I dare not say anything as I had no idea who was in the room too. I stayed quiet.
"So you gonna tell, man? you look like you have had a fight with a truck and lost... what the fuck eh?"
I tried to shake me head, but it felt like it was locked in a vice.
a reassuring hand was laid gently on my shoulder, I still flinched in pain..." hey take it easy ok..."
Again it was Richie voice, then I heard a female voice and immediately my body tensed.
Richie must have seen, "Hey relax its just the nurse bro..." no matter how hard I tired though I could not relax. the nurse was moving my clothing and checking dressing, it was then I heard the gasp and shock of Richies voice...
"for the love of god, what the fuck did they do to you?" just as I drifted off to sleep again.