Page 260 of Evil Boys


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One second, we’re going through a door, and the next, I’m shoved into a tiny cell. The time between is a blur, and it all happens so fast. I don’t know what they put in that syringe, but it’s overpowering and taking away all my sense of time.

“Make sure she doesn’t try to escape,” one of them says.

Cold metal wraps around my wrists.

CLICK.

I’m strapped into place against the wall.

Instinct kicks in, and I fight the two men trying to chain me as best I can, throwing kicks into the air with all my strength. One of them grabs my leg and pushes it to the wall. “No!”

“Stay down, you bitch!”

I manage to kick one in the cheek, and he makes anoompfsound before grasping my other leg as well and pinning it to the wall.

CLICK.

My ankles are bound by the same metal clasps as my wrists, stopping me from kicking and punching anyone in my vicinity and forcing me to stay upright. The men in front of me laugh. One of them smothers my face between his thumb and index finger.

“Not so catty now, are we?”

My eyes burst open. “Catty? Fuck you, I’ll fucking skin you for this.”

They both laugh. “What a fucking joke. You know, I think we’re going to have lots of fun with you.”

He slaps me harshly, and then they both walk out the door.

“Wait!” I yell with the little energy I have left after whatever concoction they gave me. “Where’s Crystal?” When both of them laugh again, my blood begins to boil. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her! I’ll kill you!”

The door shuts tightly, sealing me into a tiny prison.

It’s so quiet in here.

Deathly quiet.

Except for that one scream that penetrates the walls.

“CRYSTAL!” I yell, but no matter how many times I raise my voice, every call I make falls on deaf ears.

If they hurt her, I’ll never forgive myself.

I have to get their attention somehow. But what do I do?

They’d only bring me here because they want something from me. Which means I’m an asset they don’t want to lose.

I bang my head against the wall hard enough to make myself bleed.

Over and over again.

Until finally the two come storming back in. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Blood pours down the back of my head. “You want me alive? Don’t fucking hurt Crystal.”

The one in the front snorts. “You think you can make demands now?”

The other one approaches me. “This cell is soundproof. His grimy hand touches my face, and I lean away as his filthy fingers slide down my neck. “I could do anything I wanted to you, and no one would hear you scream.”

“But that wouldn’t make me a valuable sell anymore, now would it?” I retort with one eye closed.

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