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The man snarls. His hand reaches out, gripping me by the throat. He clearly doesn’t think my attitude is cute. One of his hands grips the back of my head. He’s too busy eye-fucking me to think I’ll fight back.
They’ve probably been told I’m submissive, that I won’t fight back. The men who attempted to take me before never made it back alive to tell them otherwise. I use that to my advantage, and while he’s too busy imagining all the ways he’ll hurt me, I bring my knee forward, driving it with as much force as I can muster between his legs.
He falls forward, releasing me. I step back, but I can’t close the door. He’s in the way. I’m trapped, cornered, and the adrenaline isn’t going to help me out of this situation. I move backward, my hands coming to the wall.
“Stupid bitch,” the man says through gritted teeth. “You’re going to pay for that.”
He forces himself up to stand. I swallow, pushing away my fear. There’s no room for that. Scotty said to comply, but he didn’t mean now. He meant after I was already taken. Fight until I can’t anymore. And that’s what I’ll do.
The man comes forward, a cloth in his hand. I struggle at first, but there’s no fight to give when he’s not playing fair.
Myheadisfuzzywhen I come to. There are heavy chains wrapped around my ankles and wrists. The room is cold and dark, and there’s a fishy stench. We’re definitely by the docks. I try to sit up, but the restraints don’t allow for movement.
It’s too dark in here to get a feel for my surroundings. My head aches, my entire body so sore. How long has it been since they’ve taken me? How long until Scotty finds me?
Hold on. You wait until I can get to you.
My chest cracks as his voice filters through, the way it always does when I’m upset or stressed. I force myself not to let the tears fall.Stay strong.
“We’ve got to move her,” someone says. He’s American, not the same one who took me. I don’t recognize his voice.
“When she wakes, we’ll bring her to Vlad.”
“They’re going to find her. He’s fucking crazy, man. He tracks her.”
My heart stops beating for a second, the breath caught in my throat. Is he talking about Scotty? How does Scotty track me? I shake my head. That doesn’t matter right now but it does settle relief in my chest. If that’s true, he’ll be here soon.
“And the governor? He’s got the entire police force looking for all of us,” the American says.
“More reason to stay put,” the Russian says. “Now. Tell me how he tracks her?”
“It’s just a hunch, man. Something she always complains about. He always finds her when she runs away.”
How does this man know so much about my relationship with Scotty? About me?
A pair of footsteps click toward me. Both are heavy, and my entire body stiffens. I squeeze my eyes shut and hope they don’t realize I’m awake. Warm breath settles over my face, the scent of liquor invading my senses.
“This,” he says. His hand falls to my neck, and he yanks the necklace from my body.
I will my limbs to stay nimble, not wanting to show a reaction.
“He’s using this.”
“We need to move.”
Hands grip my ankles, the sound of metal clanking together, and then I’m released. I groan at the ache in my ankles from the chains. One of the men grips my cheeks, squeezing so hard I wince from the pain, and my eyes flash open. The man who drugged me glares down at me.
“If you fight us, I will kill you. I don’t give a fuck if the orders say to bring you unharmed. You understand?”
I nod frantically, my breath coming in fast, uneven motions.
“Say it.”
“Understood.”
He nods once, then releases me. “Keep her wrists cuffed.” He stands straight, then drops the necklace to the ground before crushing it beneath his boot.
My hope is crushed along with it.
