Obsessed by Bella Maybin Page B

way, they were definitely familiar with me.
     
    “I wanna go home. Just let me out of here and I won’t call the cops,” I said.
     
    The two biker’s shared a glance, then started laughing.
     
    “Whaddaya think, Nash? Just let her go and call it a day?”
     
    “Yeah Duane, sounds good. Make sure to get her a bite to eat and give her some cash before she goes.”
     
    They dished the sarcasm out the only way they knew how: ham-handedly.
     
    “I think she’s scared,” said the one called Nash.
     
    “Is that true? Are you scared?” asked Duane. “Guess you’ve been too fucked up to care until now.”
     
    “Why am I here?” I asked.
     
    “To make me feel good,” said Nash.
     
    “To make us feel good,” corrected Duane.
     
    I tugged at the bottom of the dress, trying desperately to make it cover the tops of my bare legs. I thought about running, but I was still too unsteady on my feet. Besides, where would I run to? I’m not even sure where I am. There was daylight streaming through the windows and there were no sounds of traffic outside, but other than that, I didn’t know much. I could be in the middle of nowhere.
     
    The inside of the building was something similar to a meeting hall or a lodge. The walls were wood-paneled, the windows had outdated coverings, and it smelled musty. The place was definitely maintained by men.
     
    “You can consider yourself a HOH girl now,” said Duane. “Make yourself comfortable, ‘cause you ain’t going anywhere for awhile.”
     
    “HOH girl?”
     
    “Damn right, and you’ll like it, too. We’ll show you a much better time than you’ve been having with those Guard scum.”
     
    “We’ll show you what it’s really like to have a good time,” added Nash. “...Show you what it’s like to fuck a real man.”
     
    The way he said it made a shiver roll down my spine. His voice was a harsh whisper and it accompanied his unsettling gaze appropriately. They both gave off a dangerous and disturbed vibe.
     
    “But...I wasn’t with them,” I said. “I don’t have anything to do with them. I was just there to have a drink. I didn’t even know it was a motorcycle people place.” I tried to make my lie sound as innocent as possible.
     
    “Yeah, is that right?” said Duane “Then why am I hearing that some shitbag from the EG is asking around town about you?” He scrunched his eyebrows and took a long pull off the joint.
     
    “I...I don’t know anything about that. I don’t know anybody who would ask about me,” I said.
     
    “That bitch is lying Duane, you can see it on her face,” said Nash.
     
    “No, I’m not!” I protested.
     
    “Doesn’t matter,” said Duane as he looked away from me and toward Nash. “Whether she was with them or wasn’t doesn’t make any difference now. We ain’t lettin’ pussy that good just walk out the door.”
     
    I gasped and they both turned their attention back to me.
     
    “That’s right honey, we’re gonna put you to good use while you’re here. Now that we got you sobered up, we’re gonna clean you up, and you’re gonna be my new girlfriend,” said Nash.
     
    “ Our new girlfriend,” corrected Duane, again.
     
    “Sorry about that, by the way,” said Duane. “The drugs, I mean. You look like a nice girl, but we wanted to keep you sedated for awhile. You know, just to make sure you liked it here.” He chuckled, and Nash followed suit.
     
    “Just to make sure I was too disoriented to know where you are keeping me!” I yelled. My fear was giving way to anger.
     
    “I swear, if either of you animals touched me while I was drugged, I’ll kill you!”
     
    They howled with laughter. “That’s a big threat young lady. I think I liked you better when you had a little bit of that poison in you,” said Nash. “It made you more friendly.”
     
    “That’s right!” said Duane. “You were much more talkative and relaxed when you had that “H” in your system. You told us all