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There was a muffled sound nearby, and then suddenly the bag was yanked off my head. The relative brightness slammed into me like a dump truck, heightening the migraine. It felt like a screwdriver was being twisted into my brain.
I blinked, and my eyes began to focus.
I was sitting in a chair in a big, empty warehouse. It smelled like rust and mildew. Three men stood in front of me. They wore camo clothes, like they were getting ready to hunt deer. Except they also wore ski masks to cover their faces: green, blue, and pink masks. And instead of hunting rifles slung across their backs, they each wore a pistol on their hip.
My last memory slammed into place with morbid certainty.
I had been grabbed on my way back from class.
These men hadkidnappedme.
The part of my brain responsible forpaniccame alive and gave me a big ol’ dose of adrenaline. Everyone has a fight or flight response, and unlike last night, this timeflightwon.
I screamed and jumped to my feet. The chair I was sitting in came with me, because apparently my hands were cuffed to it, but I didn’t really care at that point. I picked a direction and began sprinting as fast as my feet could carry me.
“HELP!” I screamed, voice echoing in the warehouse. “SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
I made it about twenty feet before they grabbed me. I tried to fight, kicking out with my legs, but there was only so much resistance a handcuffed woman could put up. One of the men—the one with the pink mask—shoved a wad of cloth into my mouth.
“Thought she would be groggier,” Mr. Pink said. He pronounced it likegroggy-yah.That tickled part of my brain, but I was too busy thrashing to acknowledge it.
“It was not supposed to wear off that quickly,” the man in the blue mask—Mr. Blue—said.
They dragged me back to the original spot, in the corner of the warehouse, next to a black metal suitcase. Mr. Pink used two zip-ties to bind my ankles to the legs of the chair.
This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.
Mr. Green stood in front of me. The ski mask hole where his mouth should be opened and a deep voice said, “We want to ask you some questions. This will go easiest, and quickest, if you cooperate.”
Mr. Green removed the cloth from my mouth. As soon as it was gone, I took a deep breath and screamed at the top of my lungs.
“LICK MY CUNT, YOU PANSY-ASSED FUCKERS.”
The wad immediately went back in my mouth.
To my left, Mr. Pink laughed. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart.” He pronounced it,sweethaht.Then he looked at Mr. Green and added, “Told you she was feisty.”
Mr. Green sighed. “We don’t want to hurt you. That’s the truth. We just want to ask you some questions. Can you play nice?”
Chest heaving, I nodded slowly. Mr. Green removed the wad of cloth from my mouth again.
“EAT SHIT YOU CUNTBUCKET COCKSUCKERS.”
Mr. Green shoved the gag back in my mouth.
“Cuntbucket,” Mr. Pink repeated while laughing. “I gotta remember that one. That’s good.”
Mr Green looked at him and put a finger to his lips.
“It would be easiest to just kill her,” Mr. Blue said quietly.
Ice ran up my spine. I knew I was in danger—obviously—but hearing him say those words out loud, so casually, like he was suggesting a restaurant for dinner…
Mr. Green crouched in front of me. His eyes were dark pools within the green ski mask. “Screaming won’t help. Nobody’s around for miles. You’ll just make your voice hoarse. So this is your last chance.”
Breathing through my nose was difficult considering my body was trying to hyperventilate, so I nodded. Mr. Green removed the cloth. Everyone paused, waiting to see if I would make a scene.
When I didn’t, Mr. Blue handed Mr. Green something. A bottle of water. The plastic crackled as he removed the top and held it toward me.
