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Time?
What time?
It becomes a concept I don’t understand as he drags me down the stairs and to the three other men waiting in our grand foyer, as my knees buckle at every step.
The moment we pass the last step, there’s a pause as the other three look at me.
“Holy shit,” one says. “Look at those tits.”
“Fucking hell,” the other adds.
Their comments force a whimper up my throat. I retreat, turning to my right to hide my body and end up bringing myself closer to the man holding me. I press against his body in an attempt to shield mine, and one of the three behind me bursts out laughing.
“The girl thinks she’s gonna get protection out of the worst of us.”
The hand around my upper arm tightens, his leather glove warm against my skin, and I gaze up as his dark gaze looks down. He’s so imposing I feel the need to take a step back even while perfectly knowing I can’t. I’m average height, but the top of my head barely reaches his shoulders, my eyes in line with his broad chest.
For the few seconds our eyes lock, I sense the pity in them. Almost like he feels bad for what he’s doing to me. It’s gone as soon as it came, though. He pushes me away from him, shoving me into the others.
“Get her in the car.”
Outside, the air is freezing cold, being that it’s mid-February, and I’m only wearing a nightie. My feet hurt from the way they drag over the cobblestones of our driveaway.
When he said the car, he meant our car. Someone beeps open my mother’s G Wagon and pushes me inside. They’re quick. Like they’ve done this before. Two sit on either side of me, and two at the front. I keep my eyes on the one who pointed the gun at me, the one who was in my room from the beginning. Despite the ski masks, I recognize him clearly. He’s the biggest out of all of them. He has the stance of a leader, and they all distinctly follow whatever he says.
Our gazes cross in the rearview mirror. “I’m sorry, Elisabeth. But unfortunately, you don’t get to see where we’re taking you.”
I feel my eyes widen a split second before a cloth is pressed to my nose. I shriek against my gag and attempt to fight them to the best of my ability.
It’s no use.
Not when my wrists are tied behind my back and four men surround me.
Whatever is on that cloth chokes me, bringing tears to my eyes from the strength of the product. I cough for a few seconds before feeling my eyelids drop.
Please, God. I don’t want to die.
Nausea awakens me. My stomach is churning, and my head is pounding. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, and I groan as I hear some noise around me.
The events come back to me quickly. Despite the fog in my brain, the fear of what happened is still so evident that I can’t forget it.
I’m on my side, my hands still tied behind my back. I groan from the pain in my shoulders and the feeling of sickness. The moment I stir, the voices come closer. A flash is in my face as I try to open my eyes, making it impossible to do so.x
“Elisabeth,” a voice taunts me. It’s him, their leader. I know it. “Say hi to your daddy. We’re taking a video for him.”
That’s when I realize the gag is gone. I shake my head, trying to bury myself against the mattress.
Mattress.
I’m on a mattress.
There are no sheets, nothing. Just bare padding and squeaking springs. It smells of piss, sweat, and God knows what else.
A hand pulls at my hair, bringing me onto my back. Fear takes a hold of me so tightly that I freeze. The flash is in my face. “Beg him to come get you from the bad men who took you.”
I manage to open my eyes slightly, squinting, only I can’t see much bar a bright white light in my face.
I shake my head and close my eyes again. Taking a deep breath, the fear dissipates slightly as I try to recall my training.
