She was walking aimlessy down the street looking all around her trying to familiarize herself with the place. She didn't even know what she was familiarizing herself with but she was trying her best and that led her to have a mild headache because she was forcing herself to remember.
Suddenly a forced darkness engulfed her face and her breathing was almost constricted, then suddenly she was forced to lift her feet as someone was carrying her.
She couldn't scream as soon as the whole ordeal started as her brain was trying to work out what was happening, her brain had become slow even to react now, she was f**ked. When the car door opened and she was being forced inside she started squirming and moving her body as roughly and as hard as she can. With all her limited strength she was fighting to win and she almost did when the two guys who were carrying her dropped her to the ground.
She didn't want to spend any more time and she tried to get up as quickly as possible but one of the guys kicked her and when she lost balance he put his heavy foot on her chest.
One of the other guys removed the bag over her head and when she opened her eyes a gun was pointed to her head right between her eyes. She drew in a deep breath, eyes almost filled with tears. She didn't move an inch and even though her head was racing with questions she said nothing, she was just trying to not breath as loud that she might annoy the gunman and he might shoot her.
"Get in the car or I'll make you wish you did." His stern voice was threatening as they came and she nodded as lightly as she can.
In her mind she just thought to not piss off any of these men.
"Up!" The one with the bag on his hand instructed and she quickly stood up and lost balance then the bag guy caught her.
"Thank you...." she whispered as low as possible and she mounted the car.
She was sandwiched between the two guys, while there were two more behind them and two in front with one driving and the other one in the passenger seat.
"So this is how you look like?" The one sitting on the passenger seat turned his upper body and faced her then carrased her on her cheek.
She wanted to recoil but she figured that they will shoot her because clearly this is what they wanted from her. They wanted to make her their sl*t and maybe kill her afterwards. What had she done to deserve all of this? Who did she piss off or was she just unlucky which is they picked her.
They put the bag over her head again and the gunman pointed the gun to her head and said, "move an inch and I'm blowing your brains out." To her he sounded like he wasn't joking so she wasn't even going to try and go against him.
They got to where they were taking her and they forced her to walk like she was a fugitive that was just caught and she was being forced back to her cage.
At least she was given a chair and her hands were tied behind her back, then the bag was removed from her head. As soon as it came off the smell of corroded and rotten blood attacked her nose, then came the stench of sweat and death. The room was dimly lit and she couldn't see from far to where she was sitting as it was the dark areas.
Another dude came in through the door and whispered something to the one that was standing guard next to her, he nodded and the other one left.
"So why am I here?" She looked up to the man next to her and her heart was pounding into her ear but she tried to not look as scared as she was feeling.
The man next to her shot her a look and looked forward without saying anything.
She closed her eyes and took a whiff of whatever air was floating in that room and braced herself to ask another question when the door burst open and in walked a person that she couldn't clearly see but the man next to her bowed his head.
The person approached with fast but heavy steps, as quickly as lighting he was standing infront of her. She figured he was the boss with how he was wearing sweats while the others were wearing formal clothing.
"You're finally here." The man smirked. "Your goons are not going to find you." He shook his head to reassure her that he was telling the truth.
"Or they might, you know once I have killed you BUT!" He took a big pause and looked to the man next to the woman and winked, "Im going to make you beg for death." He continued with a devilish smile.
She was near pissing herself and her heart was pounding so hard that she could hear it in her ears and her head felt like it was on fire as it was heating up and bringing in the sweat.
"Wh-what did I- I do?" She stumbled on her words with her dry throat.
The man looked at her with eyes burning with fury, "what did YOU do?!" He asked clearly wanting the woman to know the answer to her own question.
"I me-mean I just met you..." she cleared her throat and she was near to pissing herself.
A powerful slap landed accross her face that she lightly bled from her mouth and her tears formed on her left eye.
"You bi*tch!" He screamed in anger.
"You're going to pretend that YOU don't know what the hell I'm talkin-" he suddenly stopped screaming and paused all movements. He looked at the man next to the woman then looked at the woman, then he laughed hysterically. The woman didn't care her whole brain was still processing the slap and that tear on the left eye had now dropped to her cheek.
"I see what you're doing." He said in between laughs pointing at her accusingly. The woman blinked rapidly she had no idea if the man was just crazy or just angry.
"You're buying time. You're waiting for your goons to come and rescue you." She didn't know what he was saying.
He approached her and started patting her down, "where is it?" He asked her but she didn't know what he was looking for.
"Where is the tracking device huh?" He finally made eye contact with her and then went back to patting her again.
"You're playing tough?" He nodded his head giving a silent round of applause to her strategy.
"Stand up." He commanded but she didn't move a bit as she was confused, he looked at the man next to her and the man immediately grabbed her by the back of her neck, squishing it in his hands and made her stand up.
The cuffs on her hands were undone, then the man said, "strip." It was clear and he didn't need to repeat it.
For the first time since this whole ordeal she shook her head and she didn't feel as scared, maybe a little resistance from her would stop these men, what a shitty thought.
He took out a gun and pointed it to her and repeated himself, "I SAID STRIP!!" He looked like a lunatic with a gun and tears started pooling in her eyes.
Hands shaking and her bladder going weak the woman started to take her clothes off one article at a time, by the time all she had on her body was just a bra and her underwear she was sobbing.
"Stop sobbing it's annoying." The man wasn't one bit touched by her tears
"Take those off too." He was talking about the bra and the underwear.
"Please, please don't do this to me." She went on her knees all snort and tears mixed together and that little blood from her mouth plus the sweat and she begged for her dignity.
"Did I say you should beg me?" She continued to beg with her hands in a prayer like position and he looked at the man next to her, "did I ask her to beg?" That was a rhetorical question but the man answered 'No' just out of respect for his boss.
"Even he heard me now I don't know why you're acting like this. Just strip." Her knees refused to leave that floor even though it was a disgusting floor and she wanted to throw up.
"Don't make me force you." He spoke like a true gentleman as if this situation was not forcing but she was still begging.
The man aimed his gun to the roof and shot, "next one is going straight for your brain." He threatened with a stern but low and relaxed tone. "Now do you want to die for such a stupid reason?" He asked as if he cared.
The woman stood up with shaking feet and took off her bra and her underwear, the tears couldn't come anymore but she was so humiliated then she wiped her tears and snort with the back of her hand.
The man approached her and started to check her, her neck, her arms and her armpits, under her feet and her back. "Okay good."
The woman closed her eyes and tried to pretend like she didn't exist while putting her hand on her breasts and the other on her vagina trying to hide them.
"Now squat." That voice brought her back to reality and she gave him a questioning look.
"Squat and push." She wanted to refuse but she thought about dying naked and it didn't feel like something she wanted to do, so she just stood there.
"Look, I could have Vince here bend you over and check you himself every crook and crany or you can do what I want?" Both options were hell she just had to choose the better hell.
She squatted, eyes tightly closed and she started pushing, she pushed for about ten seconds and she started pissing. She was so embarrassed and humiliated that she thought she should have just let them shoot her.
"Done." The man said and turned to leave and Vince picked up her clothes and threw them to her.
Tears silently streamed down her face.
"Where the hell is she!?" The man yelled in frustration banging his hands on the table.
"All we got is the car wreckage and a dead driver, how are we supposed to find her?" Another man calmy asked which was a mistake because the first man looked at him with murder in his eyes.
The second man avoided eye contact with him, "did you guys check the surrounding areas?" He asked the other many men that were also in the room.
"Yes sir, we checked it five times and there is no sign that she was even there." He bowed his head after responding.
"So it's like she was never there?" The second man asked.
"NEVER THERE!" The first man suddenly exclaimed.
"Maybe whoever was trying to kill her kidnapped her." It was like a discovery.
"But there is no ransom call or even a threat with one of her fingers in there." The first man poked his inner cheek with his tongue. If his brother didn't agree with what he was saying he could at least say something that could help.
Their sister was missing or probably dead and he was questioning him.
"Nobody would dare go against the Stein family like that." His voice was both a warning and a threat to anybody who might be listening also reminding those many men working for them to never cross them.
"True. Although we have many enemies they dare not touch us." The second man relaxed in his chair.
"One question remains...." The first man leaned forwad to the table.
"Who the fuck is so stupid and brave to cross us?"