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Liv
“Liv...Liv...canyouhearme?Yougottawakeup,Princess.We’reindeepshithere.”
A groan escapes my lips and I shiver.
“This is no time for a nap,” Dylan says. It takes a lot of concentration, but my eyes flutter open.
“That’s it. Come on, Liv.”
Dylan leans against the support post in the living room next to the couch that’s pushed back several feet and at a weird angle. They’ve tied his hands behind him around the post and his feet together in front of him with thick ropes. I crawl to a seated position.
“Are you ok?” he asks.
I take a quick assessment. There’s a scrape on my right knee that’s trickling blood. But I’m ok.
“Yea. Yea I’m ok.”
I push to my feet and wince when the room spins. “Take it slow. Whatever they gave you is wearing off,” he says.
I’m still in only my bra and underwear, but I try to ignore the cold air that blasts through the room from the air-conditioning vent. I gasp when I see Jordy tied up in the kitchen. He looks unconscious.
“He’s just knocked out like we were. I need you to get the knife out of my shoe. Did you push your panic button?”
He taps his heel hard on the ground and a small serrated utility knife pops out the side of the heel of his shoe.
“Take it and start on my wrists.”
I follow his calm instructions and try not to panic as I move behind the post. I check him over. He’s beat up, but otherwise ok.
“Yes, I pushed it right before they jabbed me with the syringe."
The knife slips, and I cut his arm on accident. “Shit! I’m sorry!” Blood wells from the cut, but he doesn’t react.
“I’m fine. Keep going Princess. You’re doing great.”
I get through half the rope when the door bangs open down the hall.
Dylan covers the knife with his palm as I slip it into his hand. He protests, but I move around in front of him so they don’t get suspicious. Our attackers walk into the living room behind me. I lock eyes with Dylan. He stares back with a quiet determination. He’s going to get us out of this.
“Little Peach...don’t you look lovely today.” My entire body tenses at Scotty’s words.
I feel him move behind me and his hands run up my arms, making me flinch.
“It’s going to be ok, Liv,” Dylan says.
Scotty chuckles and spins me around. He grabs my chin and holds my gaze. “Aren’t you going to thank me for the compliment?” His gaze is dark and manic, his pupils wide. He might be on something. I find great satisfaction at the faint bruising under his eyes from when I head butted him last month.
My lips press together in a firm line. I’m not giving this asshole anything.
His gaze narrows, and he backhands me across the face so hard I see stars. “Smug bitch,” he snarls as my head wrenches to the side.
“Leave her the fuck alone!” Dylan yells behind me.
Another man moves into view behind Scotty, and I glare at him. My stomach drops as I recognize the mugger from the alleyway when I met Luke. What the fuck is going on?
“Say thank you!” Scotty slaps me again.
I blink a few times and straighten. “Fuck you.” In a flash, he grabs my hair at the nape of my neck and drags me away from Dylan. He wrenches my head at a painful angle, and I yelp as he glares at me. I smell his rancid cigarette breath and gag.
