The thought made me so sick that I darted to the corner bathroom just in time to heave dinner into the sink.
“Oh—mmph—my God—blrgh.”
Please Daddy, just be safe.
Chunks of bread threatened to choke the life out of me as red spewed from my throat. I gripped the sink, hanging on for dear life as my stomach doubled over onto itself. My knees gave out, crashing my clothed tits into the mess the sink had caught for me. And as I scrambled to get my legs back beneath me, a second round started.
A second round of dry heaving that rid me of whatever strength I had left.
“A hot shower helps me after a good puke.”
The familiar voice behind me made me groan as I found the strength to pick my head up. My feet still slid around beneath me, but I managed to clock the thin stature of the man everyone called ‘Dutch.’
Though, I was getting the feeling those weren’t actually their names.
“If I wanted your opinion, I would have—mmph.”
I puked into the sink again before catching my breath.
“I would have asked for it,” I said breathlessly.
The man moved without a sound, his long legs carrying him to my side. He pulled a water bottle seemingly from out of nowhere, and I heard the beautiful sound of him cracking the plastic top open.
“Rinse your mouth out,” he said plainly.
I snatched it out of his hand before I straightened my back. My legs screamed at me to stop. They cried out for mercy and rest as I twisted the cap off and dropped it into the sink. I held the bottle up to his lips, mustering the rest of the strength I had within me.
And as my stare found those icy blue eyes of his, I rolled my shoulders back.
“You drink first.”
He folded his hands together in front of him. “Poisoning isn’t our thing.”
“No, just kidnapping people off the street who piss you off. Now, drink it.”
He snatched the bottle back out of my hand and raised it into the air, pouring it down the back of his throat. I watched that Adam’s apple of his bob up and down, and for the smallest of moments I was entranced by his figure. He was long and slender, like a ballerina, but with muscles that were etched against his bones.
It wasn’t until he picked up my hand and placed the bottle against my skin that I came back to reality.
“Your turn,” he said plainly.
I had to admit, the liquid tasted divine. After swishing some around in my mouth and spitting it out into the wretched-smelling sink, I guzzled the rest of it. Chug after chug, filling my empty stomach and sloshing around. I drained the bottle of every last drop before I handed it back to him, then I set my sights on cleaning out the sink.
Which basically just meant turning on the water and splashing it around a bit.
“So, do I even get to know the names of my captors?” I asked.
I watched his reflection in the mirror as he leaned against the wall. Again, making no noise as he moved. “I’m Dutch. The big one is Ranger, and the one who thinks he’s funny is Trooper.”
I blinked. “I meant your actual names.”
He didn’t hesitate. “Those were our given names after we pledged our crew.”
I groaned as I finished washing out the sink. “Great, I’ve been taken by a gang.”
In what felt like mere milliseconds, my arm twisted around behind me before my entire body whipped around. I would have yelped, had it not been for the fact that Dutch had a grip on the back of my neck. And as he shoved my cheek hard against the wall he had been leaning on, I stood on my tiptoes to try and get my arm free.
“Are you fucking nuts?” I choked out.
