Anything and everything we could think of. There is no escape."
Sam seemed to pull back inside herself. Shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Yes, but we have allies this time."
Mae looked up, a tiny shimmer of hope crossed her face. "Allies?"
I nodded. "Friends. They're going to help us. We just have to be ready to go at a moment's notice."
More doors opening and shutting broke into the conversation. We three sat against the far wall, watching the only exit, like cornered animals. Lost in thought, we waited for the next boot to drop.
The door swung open allowing our captors to enter. A third man followed, tall, sandy-haired, and European looking with cropped light hair resting on the brim of his collar. What appeared to be expensive leather shoes carried a thick coating of dust. His suit shouted of wealth, even as his face and eyes spoke of absolute evil. His pinched facial features and beady eyes reminded me of a weasel. Sneaky and dangerous.
He stepped closer, surveying all three of us. Speaking softly to the others, he gestured alternately to each. They responded to each question easily.
As he moved closer to me, I felt the hairs on my neck stand up. I'd seen my fair share of evil beings. Not as many as some, but more than enough for my tastes. This guy stood at the top of the list. I could feel the waves of darkness radiating off his body. Powerful and unholy. Never a good combination.
To my absolute horror, he reached down, grabbed my arm, and yanked me up. Pulling back, I struggled. To go with him meant the end that would come… eventually. Unknown horrors would fill those days until one begged for the blessing of death.
His dark eyes met mine, compelling me to still and gasp for breath. I could see my short future and it wasn't pretty. "Let me go!" I tugged on my arm once more.
He sneered down at me from his one foot height advantage. If anything, his grip tightened.
That was it. Ever have that feeling of rage when the hormones are at their peak? One little thing makes you snap and you feel this overwhelming urge to kick, claw, beat something into submission. If I were in my car, I would gladly run this guy over, back up, and smash him again. Instead, I stomped his toe and kicked him in the shin. Did I feel better? Sort of. Until the slap rang my bell enough for me to rethink any future outbursts.
Furiously, I tried to jumpstart my blank mind back into action. We were leaving the small room, Evil Weasel dragging me along with a death grip on my upper arm. I knew if I slid into the car, I would become a statistic on the evening news. I could poof, but, if he touched me at the time, he would just be taken along for the ride, which pretty much defeated the purpose.
Think. Think. What would the Lone Ranger do in situations like these? Errol Flynn? Heck, I would take Oscar the Grouch at this moment.
Time ran out as we paused at another small room inside the warehouse. Weasel went in first, dragging me behind. The foreign language speaking captors remained outside.
I shook loose and stepped back a few paces, putting a rickety desk between us. The tall sandy-haired man just smirked. A truly unsettling expression that said he loved a challenge and would ensure I suffered for all my disobedience as he saw fit.
"Who are you?"
"No one you should know." The low voice sent shivers down my spine. The accent, I couldn't quite place but leaned toward maybe Caribbean.
"What are you going to do to me?" After the words left my mouth, I wished them back. The look on his face told it all. I started backpedaling immediately.
"I enjoy the spirited ones. Much more entertaining."
"Yeah, well…" I searched for something, anything, to stall. "You must have a tiny pee-pee if this is the only way you can get a woman." That would tell him.
His throaty laugh belied my confidence.
Think of something else, fast . I shifted weight like a baseball player preparing to steal second base.
He prowled closer. I side-stepped, determined to
Sam seemed to pull back inside herself. Shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Yes, but we have allies this time."
Mae looked up, a tiny shimmer of hope crossed her face. "Allies?"
I nodded. "Friends. They're going to help us. We just have to be ready to go at a moment's notice."
More doors opening and shutting broke into the conversation. We three sat against the far wall, watching the only exit, like cornered animals. Lost in thought, we waited for the next boot to drop.
The door swung open allowing our captors to enter. A third man followed, tall, sandy-haired, and European looking with cropped light hair resting on the brim of his collar. What appeared to be expensive leather shoes carried a thick coating of dust. His suit shouted of wealth, even as his face and eyes spoke of absolute evil. His pinched facial features and beady eyes reminded me of a weasel. Sneaky and dangerous.
He stepped closer, surveying all three of us. Speaking softly to the others, he gestured alternately to each. They responded to each question easily.
As he moved closer to me, I felt the hairs on my neck stand up. I'd seen my fair share of evil beings. Not as many as some, but more than enough for my tastes. This guy stood at the top of the list. I could feel the waves of darkness radiating off his body. Powerful and unholy. Never a good combination.
To my absolute horror, he reached down, grabbed my arm, and yanked me up. Pulling back, I struggled. To go with him meant the end that would come… eventually. Unknown horrors would fill those days until one begged for the blessing of death.
His dark eyes met mine, compelling me to still and gasp for breath. I could see my short future and it wasn't pretty. "Let me go!" I tugged on my arm once more.
He sneered down at me from his one foot height advantage. If anything, his grip tightened.
That was it. Ever have that feeling of rage when the hormones are at their peak? One little thing makes you snap and you feel this overwhelming urge to kick, claw, beat something into submission. If I were in my car, I would gladly run this guy over, back up, and smash him again. Instead, I stomped his toe and kicked him in the shin. Did I feel better? Sort of. Until the slap rang my bell enough for me to rethink any future outbursts.
Furiously, I tried to jumpstart my blank mind back into action. We were leaving the small room, Evil Weasel dragging me along with a death grip on my upper arm. I knew if I slid into the car, I would become a statistic on the evening news. I could poof, but, if he touched me at the time, he would just be taken along for the ride, which pretty much defeated the purpose.
Think. Think. What would the Lone Ranger do in situations like these? Errol Flynn? Heck, I would take Oscar the Grouch at this moment.
Time ran out as we paused at another small room inside the warehouse. Weasel went in first, dragging me behind. The foreign language speaking captors remained outside.
I shook loose and stepped back a few paces, putting a rickety desk between us. The tall sandy-haired man just smirked. A truly unsettling expression that said he loved a challenge and would ensure I suffered for all my disobedience as he saw fit.
"Who are you?"
"No one you should know." The low voice sent shivers down my spine. The accent, I couldn't quite place but leaned toward maybe Caribbean.
"What are you going to do to me?" After the words left my mouth, I wished them back. The look on his face told it all. I started backpedaling immediately.
"I enjoy the spirited ones. Much more entertaining."
"Yeah, well…" I searched for something, anything, to stall. "You must have a tiny pee-pee if this is the only way you can get a woman." That would tell him.
His throaty laugh belied my confidence.
Think of something else, fast . I shifted weight like a baseball player preparing to steal second base.
He prowled closer. I side-stepped, determined to
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