have to take orders from nobody in it.” She reached out a hand with long, perfectly manicured and airbrushed acrylic fingernails and grasped the doorknob, “and, just so you know, I’m going out with Frankie tonight.”
The woman attempted a graceful exit, which Sidney was sure would have been nicely punctuated with a slammed door, but was cut short when the man grabbed her arm, spinning her around with one hand, the other already raised and waiting for his target.
Sidney winced as the woman hit the floor hard. She’d already been on the receiving end of a couple of those smacks. The whole right side of her face felt swollen and bruised. But she was alive and relatively unharmed. She had every intention of staying that way.
When she’d first been taken all she had felt was panic and fear, combining inside her to almost render her completely incapable of thought. She’d fought, of course, but it had been on instinct, with no strategy behind it. Once they’d gotten her inside the van and she’d realized what was most likely happening she began thinking of possible ways to get herself out of the situation. Her mind sifting through all the possible scenarios and what her reactions should be. She’d been so lost in thought that she’d almost missed the opportunity to bolt when they stopped at a convenience store to get gas, arguing about who hadn’t remembered to fill up the tank before they’d left, and paying little attention to her. By the time she’d realized she had a chance to jump out of the van and find help she’d lost the minutes she’d needed to get away.
But at that point she was too scared not to take the chance, so tied and with a bag over her head she had kicked the guy beside her in what she hoped was his face and used her body to slide the door open. She almost got two steps away from the van before she was grabbed, slapped and thrown back into confinement.
Her next attempt at escape had been when they’d arrived at the little cabin. She had no clue where they were or how far away from civilization but she was sure she wanted to be as far from them as possible.
One of the hairy men had snatched the black sack off her head and mocked her, “Welcome home sweetheart.”
Sidney hadn’t paused to take in the scenery, she’d kneed him in the balls and took off at a dead run. A run that was far faster than she’d thought herself capable, but still nowhere near the speed she needed to have outrun them. She was once again grabbed and dragged back to the man she’d kicked. He was holding his crotch, his face red, the anger radiating from him.
“I hoped you enjoyed that bitch,” and then he’d punched her.
She’d awoken inside, hands still tied in front of her, but her feet weren’t bound and she wasn’t gagged or blindfolded. She was thankful for that, at least until she realized it meant that they were probably so far out of town that no one would hear her if she decided to scream.
She’d been working the ties around her wrists the whole time and gritting her teeth through the pain. The constant rubbing had broken through the skin in places, red angry welts and blood were clearly visible, but she almost had enough room to slip one hand out.
The argument between the man and woman didn’t bother her at all. Let them fight, let them do whatever it was they wanted to as long as they weren’t paying attention to her.
“You fucking sack of shit, I’ll kill you for this!” the woman screamed, watching her attacker walk out the door. “Pussy ass, didn’t have no right to hit me, no right at all. I’m going to burn his ass for this.”
The woman eyed Sidney, wiping the blood off her mouth where her lip had split. “And don’t you give me no problems. My shitty ass day doesn’t need to get any shittier.”
Sidney shook her head, trying to look scared and cowed, which she was, but she also had every intentions of making the woman’s day much shittier. If she could just get her
The woman attempted a graceful exit, which Sidney was sure would have been nicely punctuated with a slammed door, but was cut short when the man grabbed her arm, spinning her around with one hand, the other already raised and waiting for his target.
Sidney winced as the woman hit the floor hard. She’d already been on the receiving end of a couple of those smacks. The whole right side of her face felt swollen and bruised. But she was alive and relatively unharmed. She had every intention of staying that way.
When she’d first been taken all she had felt was panic and fear, combining inside her to almost render her completely incapable of thought. She’d fought, of course, but it had been on instinct, with no strategy behind it. Once they’d gotten her inside the van and she’d realized what was most likely happening she began thinking of possible ways to get herself out of the situation. Her mind sifting through all the possible scenarios and what her reactions should be. She’d been so lost in thought that she’d almost missed the opportunity to bolt when they stopped at a convenience store to get gas, arguing about who hadn’t remembered to fill up the tank before they’d left, and paying little attention to her. By the time she’d realized she had a chance to jump out of the van and find help she’d lost the minutes she’d needed to get away.
But at that point she was too scared not to take the chance, so tied and with a bag over her head she had kicked the guy beside her in what she hoped was his face and used her body to slide the door open. She almost got two steps away from the van before she was grabbed, slapped and thrown back into confinement.
Her next attempt at escape had been when they’d arrived at the little cabin. She had no clue where they were or how far away from civilization but she was sure she wanted to be as far from them as possible.
One of the hairy men had snatched the black sack off her head and mocked her, “Welcome home sweetheart.”
Sidney hadn’t paused to take in the scenery, she’d kneed him in the balls and took off at a dead run. A run that was far faster than she’d thought herself capable, but still nowhere near the speed she needed to have outrun them. She was once again grabbed and dragged back to the man she’d kicked. He was holding his crotch, his face red, the anger radiating from him.
“I hoped you enjoyed that bitch,” and then he’d punched her.
She’d awoken inside, hands still tied in front of her, but her feet weren’t bound and she wasn’t gagged or blindfolded. She was thankful for that, at least until she realized it meant that they were probably so far out of town that no one would hear her if she decided to scream.
She’d been working the ties around her wrists the whole time and gritting her teeth through the pain. The constant rubbing had broken through the skin in places, red angry welts and blood were clearly visible, but she almost had enough room to slip one hand out.
The argument between the man and woman didn’t bother her at all. Let them fight, let them do whatever it was they wanted to as long as they weren’t paying attention to her.
“You fucking sack of shit, I’ll kill you for this!” the woman screamed, watching her attacker walk out the door. “Pussy ass, didn’t have no right to hit me, no right at all. I’m going to burn his ass for this.”
The woman eyed Sidney, wiping the blood off her mouth where her lip had split. “And don’t you give me no problems. My shitty ass day doesn’t need to get any shittier.”
Sidney shook her head, trying to look scared and cowed, which she was, but she also had every intentions of making the woman’s day much shittier. If she could just get her
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