mouth, yanking her back against the bench.
She reaches up to pull the hand away as another one wraps around the other side, holding her down as she kicks her legs out in front of her.
Her heart drops, her screaming muffled as she sees a familiar, but most unwelcome face step in front of her.
“Hi there.” He says, his beady, dark eyes squinting shut as he smirks at her. “You sure do offer prompt service, don’t you?”
She shakes her head, her tears rolling down her cheeks as she tries to twist and turn away before feeling another set of hands press down on her shoulders.
“Are you going to get up and walk, or am I going to have to do this myself.” He says, his raspy voice breaking out as he watches her quickly nod her head up and down.
She tries to gasp as she feels herself get lifted off the bench, she legs trembling and able to hold her as whoever’s holding her from behind tries to pull her backwards.
Lily falls to the ground, her coffee spilling all over her waist as one of the men tumbles on top of her, crushing her against the pavement before getting up and dragging her into the parking lot and over to a rusted, navy blue van.
She trembles in their arms, trying to kick herself away as they open the sliding side door of the van before pushing her inside and following closely after her.
She sobs, trying to push the two men away as she watches their leader circle around the front of the van through the windshield before he opens up the driver’s door and slides himself into the driver’s seat.
“Please, what are you doing?!” She cries, begging as she tries to crawl around the seat but the goons push her down.
Lily gasps as she feels the icy cold tip of the barrel of a gun press against her temple, stopping her in her tracks.
“Sweetheart…” The leader of the group says. “You’re going to be quiet, do you understand? Nod your head ‘yes’ if you understand.”
She nods her head quickly up and down as she desperately tries to calm her sniffles.
“Good.” He says, putting the keys in the ignition before turning it over and starting the van.
He drives out of the parking lot, turning onto the freshly paved road before speeding up down the street.
“Close your fucking eyes!” She hears from beside her as she feels the barrel push again against her face before she quickly squeezes her eyes closed tightly.
Her stomach turns as she feels the an shift, turning, the poor suspension not saving them from the ruts as gravel pops from under the tires.
Lily sobs out, bringing her hands up to cover her mouth as she feels the van stop and dread wash over her, a chill traveling up her spine as she hears the sliding side door open.
“Watch your step…” She hears faintly as her arm is yanked on and she tumbles out of the van and onto grass.
She looks around at the fences as she’s paraded into the backyard of a small, unkempt house, her heart racing as she feels the barrel of the gun push against the small of her back as her legs barely hold her up.
“Please, don’t do this…” She sobs out, her chest heaving as she watches the leader of the group reach for the door knob on the back door.
He lets go of the brass knob before walking back over to her and pushing his face in hers.
“You really going to keep talking?” He asks, his hot breath blasting against her cheeks.
“Let me go…” She whispers back to him. “Please…”
He raises his hand into the air, swinging it down before connecting it hard against her cheek.
She sobs out, biting her lip to stop the burning as the leader of the group personally grabs her by the shoulder and drags her over to the back door, her feet catching and tripping her up on the grass growing through the cracks in the sidewalk.
“Please!” She screams as he pulls her down the stairs to the
She reaches up to pull the hand away as another one wraps around the other side, holding her down as she kicks her legs out in front of her.
Her heart drops, her screaming muffled as she sees a familiar, but most unwelcome face step in front of her.
“Hi there.” He says, his beady, dark eyes squinting shut as he smirks at her. “You sure do offer prompt service, don’t you?”
She shakes her head, her tears rolling down her cheeks as she tries to twist and turn away before feeling another set of hands press down on her shoulders.
“Are you going to get up and walk, or am I going to have to do this myself.” He says, his raspy voice breaking out as he watches her quickly nod her head up and down.
She tries to gasp as she feels herself get lifted off the bench, she legs trembling and able to hold her as whoever’s holding her from behind tries to pull her backwards.
Lily falls to the ground, her coffee spilling all over her waist as one of the men tumbles on top of her, crushing her against the pavement before getting up and dragging her into the parking lot and over to a rusted, navy blue van.
She trembles in their arms, trying to kick herself away as they open the sliding side door of the van before pushing her inside and following closely after her.
She sobs, trying to push the two men away as she watches their leader circle around the front of the van through the windshield before he opens up the driver’s door and slides himself into the driver’s seat.
“Please, what are you doing?!” She cries, begging as she tries to crawl around the seat but the goons push her down.
Lily gasps as she feels the icy cold tip of the barrel of a gun press against her temple, stopping her in her tracks.
“Sweetheart…” The leader of the group says. “You’re going to be quiet, do you understand? Nod your head ‘yes’ if you understand.”
She nods her head quickly up and down as she desperately tries to calm her sniffles.
“Good.” He says, putting the keys in the ignition before turning it over and starting the van.
He drives out of the parking lot, turning onto the freshly paved road before speeding up down the street.
“Close your fucking eyes!” She hears from beside her as she feels the barrel push again against her face before she quickly squeezes her eyes closed tightly.
Her stomach turns as she feels the an shift, turning, the poor suspension not saving them from the ruts as gravel pops from under the tires.
Lily sobs out, bringing her hands up to cover her mouth as she feels the van stop and dread wash over her, a chill traveling up her spine as she hears the sliding side door open.
“Watch your step…” She hears faintly as her arm is yanked on and she tumbles out of the van and onto grass.
She looks around at the fences as she’s paraded into the backyard of a small, unkempt house, her heart racing as she feels the barrel of the gun push against the small of her back as her legs barely hold her up.
“Please, don’t do this…” She sobs out, her chest heaving as she watches the leader of the group reach for the door knob on the back door.
He lets go of the brass knob before walking back over to her and pushing his face in hers.
“You really going to keep talking?” He asks, his hot breath blasting against her cheeks.
“Let me go…” She whispers back to him. “Please…”
He raises his hand into the air, swinging it down before connecting it hard against her cheek.
She sobs out, biting her lip to stop the burning as the leader of the group personally grabs her by the shoulder and drags her over to the back door, her feet catching and tripping her up on the grass growing through the cracks in the sidewalk.
“Please!” She screams as he pulls her down the stairs to the
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