“Fucking bitch,” he spits, reeling from just being caught with both of my fists.
I take my chance and run as fast as I can away from both of them.
The street feels endless ahead of me. The dark path seems to push on as I struggle to get my legs to fight harder. I wasn’t dumb enough to think I’d actually be able to get away. But I knew I had to try.
Rough footsteps trail behind, and it scares the living shit out of me. The adrenaline had me trying to peddle my feet like the Flintstones.
They are hunting me, and no one was going to stop them.
A force hits me from behind, launching my body into the pavement. I gasp for air as my knees connect with the ground. My knees throb heavily with heat. I feel the blood dripping down the sides of my knees, mixing with the filth of the street.
Pain blurs my surroundings, but not their eyes.
My father always said to absorb as much of your surroundings as you could if put in a bad situation. Like this one.
One man has dark blue eyes and is slightly taller than the other. The other man has brown, almost pitch-black colored eyes and is a bit broader at the shoulders than the first.
Both men tower over me now, masked.
The taller one crouches beside me, watching me tremble. I was about to be claimedwhether I liked it or not.
My thoughts seem to fade away quickly as a a piece of cloth smothers my nose and mouth. With the tape over my lips, I can’t breathe through my mouth, so I have no choice but to inhale whatever they are trying to drug me with.
Darkness captures me in its shadow.
Consciousness comes back in pieces.First, a dull throbbing in my skull, like someone had split it open with a hammer. Then I feel an intense cold on the bare skin of my back which makes my eyes burst open.
It’s dark in whatever room they have me in, but not completely. Small lines of light shine through a shattered window above me. But I can’t tell if it’s because of a street light or the sun. When I try to sit up, my arms give out for a moment. I try again and again until I finally manage to push up slightly. The zip ties that are laced around my wrists are tight, and rope was tied securely around my ankles at some point. My mouth was free now, so there was that at least.
I shift slightly, taking in the room. From the minor details I can make out, it looks like an abandoned warehouse. Or what is left of it. The walls are cracked, and bad graffiti art bleeds down the bricks.
It seems I’m alone, for now. But I can feel it, someone or multiple someones is watching me. With how bare the room is, I know there is no one else in here currently, but I can only assume a camera was propped up somewhere hidden and out of sight. I have no choice but to let these two strangers watch me.
After a moment, I breathe out. I could fake fear if I had to, I could scream or cry and beg. But I am sure they wouldn’t believe a single thing I said.
Footsteps then echo from somewhere nearby.
The broader man from before emerges with heavy steps through the door that was closed shut moments ago. His shoulders fit snuggly beneath a fitted black hoodie with his mask still in place. He stops a few feet away from me and tilts his head, studying me like I am some pretty thing in a display case.
“There she is,” he says sonorously.
I didn’t say a word. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“Your knees are still bleeding,” he adds. “You might’ve broken something when you fell.”
He then chuckles. “Should’ve worn better shoes.”
What a jackass.
He continues, “I was starting to think you wouldn’t wake up tonight, but you’re strong just like your father,” he murmurs, kneeling down beside me. His gloved hand reaches out, gently tracing the edge of the zip tie around my wrist.
I stare up at him through my lashes, a smirk pulling atmy lips. I decide to finally speak, biting out the next sentence through the pain I feel in my bruised knees. “So you do know who I am, which means you know what happens to you next when people find out I’m here.”
“Hoping you’ll be saved like some damsel in one of those movies?” He leans in close, his breath brushing against the skin on my cheek.
Something shifts behind him, and then the second broader man walks in.
The tall kidnapper also still has his mask in place. Smart.
