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I just want to meet with Vernelli and get this shit over with so I can go back to beating the shit out of my bag and drinking until I can’t see straight.
14
Yenni
My mouth is dry, drier than it’s ever been. I can barely lift my damn head, and I don’t know why. My arms ache too. I blink my dry, crusted eyes trying to get them to focus. The last thing I remember is drinking my ass off in the bar. Everything else is just a blur after that.
I shift a little a try to lift my hand to my face. It’s heavy and only goes so far before it stops. I groan and shift once more, trying again. When I can’t lift my arm, I know something is wrong. I blink rapidly until my eyes focus and look down at my wrists. They’re chained. What the hell? I tug at the chain, but it does nothing more than scrape against my already chafed wrists. I tug one more time for good measure and wince at the pain.
Then I turn my head and try to get my bearings. I don’t know where the hell I am or how I got here. There’s light on the bedside table, and the bed I’m chained to is actually comfortable. This can’t be right. Something has to be wrong here.
I sit up, taking the chains as far as they will go before snatching me back and looking around some more. The room isn’t that small. It’s actually pretty nice in here. There’s a chair in the corner, a window. That’s when I see the camera in the corner. What the hell? I open my mouth to scream, but my throat is so dry it cracks as it comes out.
A few minutes later, the door opens, and the last person I thought I’d see walks in.
“What the hell is happening? You have to get these off me. Did they grab you?” I ask in a hurry wondering why Marsha looks so calm. She walks over to the other door, slides it open without saying a word, and comes back with a glass of water. I take it from her and greedily gulp it down as she sits on the edge of the bed.
“You can have more,” she says as I finish the glass.
“What’s happening? Where are we?”
“We’re at a house. That’s all you need to know right now,” she says softly.
“What happened to us?”
“Nothing happened to me. You were taken,” she answers, confusing me even more.
“By who?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” she tells me. I don’t understand any of this. Then it hits me. Is she helping them? Why would she? She’s been my best friend for years. She wouldn’t do this to me. But it makes sense when she stands from the bed and walks back toward the door. Whoever has taken me, she knows them.
“Marsha?”
“What?”
“Why are you doing this?” she laughs and then spins around to face me. There’s an evil glint in her eyes now. One I never saw in her before.
“It’s always about you, isn’t it? Everything is always about Yenni. She’s the pretty one, the exotic one. The one men always want.”
“What?”
“You don’t get it, do you? Every man falls at your goddamn feet, Yenni. I’m so fucking tired of seeing it. Scott was the first one. Then Twitch,” she snaps at me.
“What does Twitch have to do with anything?” she laughs now, unnerving me. Did he do this? Is he behind all of this? It still doesn’t make sense to me.
“You’ll find out everything soon enough.” With that, she turns, heads out the door, and I hear the click behind her. I’m locked in here in chains.
My heart kicks up a notch as I glance around and try to figure a way out of this. There’s no way. Not without getting these chains off, and how the hell am I going to do that? Instead of yelling and wasting the energy I have, I sigh and think. Screaming isn’t going to get me anywhere. I can try to talk to Marsha when she comes back. Maybe I can talk her into letting me go. I don’t know who has me, but I will gut the motherfucker.
I sit back on the bed with nothing else to do. There’s nothing for me to use to try and break the chains. There’s … nothing. I let my head drop back on the headboard and close my eyes. I must drift off.
I hear the door open, and my head snaps up, my eyes locking with Scott’s. Did he do this?
“What the hell are you doing?” I scream at him this time. He looks sick to his stomach but doesn’t say a word as he carries a tray into the room and sets it on the bed in front of me. I don’t want food. I want answers. Answers no one is giving me.
“What’s happening, Scott? Did you take me?”
“I didn’t take you. I can’t explain this right now either,” he says before heading back toward the door. I don’t want to be left alone in here. I don’t know what’s happening.
