If you find me, take me home. - Emily Murdoch
My senses slowly came back to me. I was on my side, my back bracing against a wall of some sort.
I tried moving my hands and feet, unable to do so because they were bounded by something sharp that dug into my flesh each time I tried to shift into a new position.
I was uncomfortable, hot and I couldn't see a thing. There was a something covering my eyes. If only I could reach it and remove it. I had to rely on my sense of hearing and smell to help me figure out where I was.
They were not doing such a good job, all I heard was silence and all I smelled was my perfume, the perfume I got from Dwight just before he left.
I wondered if anyone had realized that I was missing. I wondered if this was a dream.
Panic started to set in. I tried standing up, shifting into a position that was now uncomfortable, I was half way up into the standing position before my feet gave way and I slipped and hit my head on the floor.
"Dammit." I tried again, I fell again. Each time I tried, I fell.
The last time I tried, I was breathing heavily, I wanted to give up, my head couldn't take any more hits. Suddenly, I felt warm liquid running down the side of my face.
Blood, it smelled like blood.
I heard a click at the door, blood rushing to my head, my heart beating so fast I could hear it beating in my ears. My head turned into the direction the click sounded. I shifted upright, hurting my hands as I moved.
The door opened and footsteps sounded throughout the room. I tried listening to how many persons entered to the room, one.two.three.four.five- wait, three.four. I couldn't determine how many people walked in.
Every step sounded the same, I cried out when I was grabbed by my hair and dragged to another spot in room. I groaned as I was released, I fell and hit the floor, hitting the other side of my head. The binds digging further into my flesh.
I wanted to go home, I wanted to wake up from this dream and be in my bed with Dwght beside me. His arms wrapped around me, whispering sweet nothings in my ears.
I wanted to get out of this situation.
A chair was placed beside me, I was hoisted from the ground and placed on the chair.
The blindfold harshly removed from my eyes. Bright light blinded my eyes, I quickly closed my eyes and opened them again. Trying to get them to adjust to the light.
Once they were adjusted, I looked up at the person in front of me. A tall man, broad shoulders, square face with a scruffy beard, pointed nose and green eyes looked right back at me.
His his dared me to looked away from him, and took the dare. My eyes shifted around the room, seeing seven men of various sizes but none were as big as the one standing before me.
Some gave me a look of pity, some didn't care and some just wanted to leave.
It seemed the big unknown man was the one leading the group, he stood out more than the rest. The other men were average looking and they stood mostly behind the unknown man in front of me.
I dug deep for the courage I wanted. "Who are you? And why am I here? What do you want with me?" I muttered.
"Don't speak bitch, I'll tell you when to talk." He scruffy man said.
"Why did you take me? What do you want with -." I never got to finished, his fist connected with left side of my face, my face spun to the other side of the room.
"I told you not to speak." He repeated.
My face hurt, I was sure I lost a tooth. Tears welled in my eyes, I desperately tried to get him to tell me. "Please, jus -."
Another fist met the side of my face, then another, and another.
"Bruce, man you have to stop. Remember he said no one should touch her. If he finds out what your doing he's going to kill you and then us." One man said.
That didn't stop Bruce, he continued to rain down his fists upon my face. I fell off the chair and onto the floor. I could no longer feel the hits. My face was now numb, blood squirting from the gash over my eye.
"BRUCE, LET UP MAN." Another man said. His voice was very high pitched.
He stopped, he wiped his blooded hand in my blouse, then picked me up off the floor and placed me back onto the chair.
He got down to my eye level and whispered so that only I could hear. "You're lucky he wants you untouched because I could eat you alive right now." He said as his lips curled upwards.
A chill ran through my body as he said those words, I stared at him and I did one thing I never should have done. I spat in his face.
The shocked look on his face disappeared so quickly, it seemed no one had ever displayed so blatant disrespect towards him. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and stood.
"Get out." He ordered, no one moved.
"GET OUT." He shouted.
The quickly left the room, as if the building was on fire and they had to escape.
He walked over to the door and locked it. "Now it's just you and me, let's see how tough you are now."
His hands moved to the belt in his jeans. My heart started beating fast. My eyes looking all around trying to find somewhere to escape to. I was not prepared for this. I tried getting up from the chair but my efforts proved pointless.
He grabbed me and threw me on the ground, hovering over me as he tried removing my pants. I struggled against him, I screamed and cried out as he took what did not belong to him.
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