Chapter 33 deja vu

…Tyler POV…
I am sitting somewhat worried that Jenna has not returned to the table yet. She has been gone for nearly half an hour, and it just does not feel right to me. So I make my way over to the bathroom, but just as I step inside to look for her…
Everything goes black…
I wake up. My head is pounding; it throbbing like hell. It feels like a freight train has made my head mush. Before I can even think of opening my eyes, there is a blow to my head.
"Goddammit!" My voice echoes to the corners of the room bouncing back off the walls.
With his next blow, I am out.
Then I wake up again. I shake my head and soon become aware of my surroundings. I have a blindfold on, tied on a bit too tightly. I am either in a very dark room, or it is night, possibly even both. I am tied to what feels like a pole; it is cold and smooth to the touch. My feet are tied to the chair that I am sitting on, which is probably tied to the pole as well.
They have made sure that there is no way that I can move or even attempt to get out. All hopes of breaking loose have just gone out the door. Then there is a door opening, and I can hear someone enter the room. It sounds like it is only one person. The footsteps are heavy; it is definitely a man. He stops in front of me but does not say a word. He is standing close enough to me that I can smell the scent of his spicy cologne.
"Who are you?" I ask. I cannot see through my blindfold, but I can sense from his movement what he is about to do. He smashes the flat of his hand into my face. My neck snaps to the left.
"Aaahhh," the pain vibrates of my body.
He changes hands and smacks me so hard again that my neck snaps to the right.
"Take this damn thing off my face," I order him. If he is going to beat the crap out of me, then I at least want to see his face.
Sensing that he is dissatisfied with his attack, He jabs me square into my right temple; I can almost feel the skin split as the blood starts flowing down my cheek.
"Let me go!"
His second attempt makes contact with the bridge of my nose; I can taste the blood as it rests on my lips. There is no way I am getting out of this; he is clearly here to destroy me. He has not said a word to me yet. My face is taking a pounding, I have stopped counting where he has ripped my skin open, blood is coming from places I did not even think it is possible to come from. I can smell and taste it.
"You better hope that I don't get loose from here," the threat coming loud and clear through my voice without even trembling. "I am ripping that damn tongue of yours out, seeing that you can't talk."
He punches me right in the guts, "Aaaargh. You asshole. You are going to have to do better than that."
He punches me again but with more force.
"My wife can punch harder than that."
His fist snaps my neck and I am out.
I come to again. My head is pounding worse than it did before. My face is sore from all the cuts on it; the dry blood is pulling at my skin. It hurts where he punched me in my guts. My body is taking a beating, and I think this is only the beginning.
What hurts the most is that Jenna must be worried sick by now. I do not know if I am going to make it out of here alive. I promised that I would never leave her.
I am ripped away from my thoughts when I hear the door opening. This time there are two sets of footsteps. The second does not sound so heavy, and it is definitely that of a woman. Neither one says a thing as they come to a stop in front of me.
"Did you bring a friend," I ask the man that is still silent. "Are they as mute as you?" With that he turns around and leaves the room.
The woman that has just entered, slaps me in my face, a normal slap that comes from a girl.
"My mother hits harder than that," I taunt her.
I hear them walk away to the other side of the room; they are whispering. I can not hear if it is a familiar voice nor what they are saying. The whispering turns into arguing. After quite a bit of time, they walk back to me. The man starts pulling at my blindfold to loosen it. He takes it off. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dark. I stare at the two of them that it is standing in front of me. Everything comes into focus.
"Who are you?"
This is not the familiar face that was at my front door. I have two faces staring back at me, and I have no idea who they are.
"You will have to enlighten me, but I don't know who you damn assholes are."
Then the second man finally speaks, "Don't tell me you can not make some sort of resemblance.
Then the woman adds, "I don't care if he remembers; I want him dead."
Then much to my amusement, the man and woman get into a fight with one another.
"I told you we are not making it so easy for him," the man says.
"And I told you we should just waste his ass," the woman snaps back.
"It was my idea to catch the asshole."
"And I am the one that found him."
"Should I take five minutes to applaud you?"
"You were too damn stupid to know to even where to begin."
I burst out laughing at the scene that is unfolding in front of me. "You two are the stupidest kidnappers that I have ever seen. Good for you that you found me, as what your dumb asses think you can do to me remains to be seen."
"You are so going to wish you never said that. I will take you apart bit by bit," the man threatens me, but it falls onto death ears; he clearly does not know what he is doing.
"I don't think you know how to torture your own hand," I say as I burst out laughing again.
"What if we just cut yours off," his voice roar through the room as he slightly raises his voice.
"That means you are going to have to untie me," I smile at him, once again proving that he is not very good at what he thinks he is. "You better have to be faster than me then."
"You quite sure of yourself."
"I would not have gotten so far if I was not the best in the business."
"What makes us then.?"
"Two random idiots that think they can take me on."
"You not even going to ask who we are?"
"No, because you are going to get so frustrated that you are going to tell me, and quite frankly, I don't really care."
I watch as the woman gets slightly annoyed at the whole situation with the other man and me. "I did not think that you were going to be so annoying," she says as she waves her gun in front of me.
"Then why catch my annoying ass in the first place."
"You think we are going to fall for that."
"I don't think I know."
"If you are so damn clever, then tell us."
"To be honest, I still have no idea, but I have a theory. I must have pissed someone off so badly to go to this length, and I can only come up with three."
The woman waits for me patiently to speak to tell her what my theory is, "Has your ass gone mute now?" She asks.
"I am waiting for your clever ass to say something, and that does not seem like it is going to happen anytime soon."
"You seem to forget who is holding the gun."
"Do you really think that dinky toy is going to do anything?" I ask.
When I am in this mindset, nothing seems to scare me. He takes the grip of the gun and smashes it into my left temple, barely missing the corner of my eye. It hurts like a bitch, but I do not flinch or say a word.
"Yes," I start, "You definitely have a dinky toy there. You have more luck breaking that thing than hurting me.
"I say waste his ass," the woman says as she steps two steps closer to me. "His voice is irritating me."
"What you say does not count for much," the man snaps back at her, and once again, they start arguing between themselves.
"You seem to forget that I have a gun too."
"Will you bitchy ass really shoot your brother."
I burst out in laughter, that if it were possible at all, I would have fallen off this chair. So it only leaves one thing, "It explains why both of you are equally dumb; you are unfortunately related."
That clears one thing up. This is more personal for them. I am starting to lean towards revenge. Still, the question of who are they?