“Learned your lesson?”
“Fuck you!”I snap back, making him laugh again.
Turning, he looks at his comrade and nods his head.
My feet are dropped as well.
Screaming out as the foot slams into my ribcage.
Kneeling down, he looks at me again.
“Ya know, your daddy did us a favor.”
“What’s… that…” I force out, pushing down the pain of what I’m sure is at least one broken rib.
“He kept you naive. He didn’t prepare you for this.”
“Help!”I scream out, even though my ribs scream at me to stop.
“No one can hear you.” He laughs again, kneeling down.
“Bullshit.” I glare at him again.“Help!”I scream even louder this time.
“Shut her the hell up.” I hear a different man call from across the garage.
I scream out this time as a second blow to the ribs comes, and if some weren’t broken before, they definitely are now. Only thistime, I don’t stop screaming. Forcing every ounce of energy I have to alert anyone around that something’s happening.
The comrade comes back over to me and I see it before he gets it near. The tape in his hand.
Turning my head quickly as he tries to place it over my mouth. Opening wide, so that even if he gets close, it still won’t be shut.
I gag as I taste the dirt on his finger.
It only takes a second before I bite down right on the knuckle.
He screams out this time, trying to pull his hand back, but I grit down harder before thrashing my head from side to side, as if I were a dog playing with a toy.
“What the fuck!”he shouts, attempting to pull his hand back, but only making it worse.“Get her the fuck off me.”
The first asshole grips my hair, pulling me backwards, but only making it worse. His comrade’s howling, only amplifying with each strand of hair I feel pulled out of my scalp. The slight tearing I hear fuels my thrashing until the asshole and I are falling backwards.
I land on top of the asshole as shrieks come from feet away.
“She bit my fucking finger off!”
Asshole shoves me off him, forcing me to the ground with a thud.
I’m keeping myself controlled.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he shouts at me.
I’m hoisted up by each shoulder by 2 men. Righting me andcoming face to face with Asshole. As soon as I see him, I feel as if my father’s presence possesses my body.
I spit back into his face.
And I can’t help but laugh when the finger hits him in the eye.
I’m sure there’s blood on my face. I’m sure making me look psychotic.
