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I swear the green carpet is moving along with the popcorn ceiling. I wouldn't be surprised if it collapsed, honestly. Preferably on Kyle's sleeping body, sprawled out on the bed in front of me.
Zip-tied to my second chair of our fucked-up adventure, I try to shimmy out the tingles in my fingers trapped against the arms of said chair. I bite back the hiss of pain that escapes from my burning throat. The pounding in my head has become a constant these past few days, but the swollen eyebrow and crusted blood down my face only make shit worse.
Looking back at the bastard on the bed, I cringe at the sweat staining his new clothes and the junk food wrappers littered around him.
I swear he didn't pack shit for himself. This clearly wasn't planned, so sooner or later, he's going to mess up, and I'll be ready. If I'm not unconscious, that is.
After the demeaning potty break in the desert yesterday, I woke to find us in the parking lot of a gas station in a small town. Unfortunately, I was still so out of it I could barely tilt my head let alone escape.
Watching people milling about outside of my window while I couldn't make any part of my body move was a new kind of torture.
Kyle drugging me in the car made more sense after that. It was more than how much I annoyed him. He must have known we weren't far from civilization.
I played the part of his 'drunk daughter' very well when I'm passed out in the front seat, wrapped in a blanket.
He came back carrying bags containing a few changes of clothes for him, snacks, and drinks. I absolutely salivated.
We peeled out of that town so fast I barely registered the fleeting signs of life. Once we were a few miles out, he shoved a piece of bread in my mouth so viciously that my lip ripped open. After I managed to swallow the sustenance down, he pulled the car over and gripped my jaw so hard I could hear my bones creak.
Unable to keep my mouth closed, I opened wide, only to choke on the water he drowned my mouth and nose in.
"Better swallow, bitch. This is all you are going to get for a few days."
I can't catch my breath; my throat feels like it's convulsing on fucking fire. The small amounts I'm able to swallow scorch my esophagus. The rest of the precious fluid flies from my mouth as my lungs reject the intrusion.
Tears stream from my eyes while my body convulses, confused by the sensations of drowning and desperately trying to swallow.
A yearning so strong makes me whine. I just want a hug. I want my guys to wrap their arms around me, kiss my head, and tell me how much they love me.
While I struggle and my jaw begins to bruise, my mind screams out for them. I need their warm comfort and solid strength.
Blood floods back into my abused face when he releases me, and my head automatically tips down, spluttering on the leftover H2O, trying to kill me.
"Well, that was stupid. Why did you waste it?" His tone drips fucking evil.
"I'm going to fucking k-kill you," despite the stutter, my words are strong. This asshole will suffer for all he has done to me. I am not a broken simpering girl anymore.
"The fuck did you just say?"
I tilt my chin up, my long hair dripping around my face. "I said," my voice a growl that Koko would be proud of, "I'm going to kill you someday."
I don't know what I expected to happen, yet I'm not surprised when he punches me square across the face. My smirk stays even as my vision whitens.
The guys' faces flash through my mind right before I pass out with the faint feeling of blood dripping from my eyebrow.
Kyle's loud snore causes me to flinch in my chair, sparking my annoyance at the show of weakness. He's out cold. I need to do something.
Still groggy and a bit disoriented, I take in the rest of the room, seeing if he left something I could use. His shit is next to him on the bed, four feet away from me. Nothing is on the table behind me or on the floor by my bound feet.
A sinking sensation in my tummy tells me that this isn't it. I can't do anything with this.
I can only hope he will let his guard down soon. The last few days, with only a slice of bread and the impromptu drowning, have my strength withering.
Letting my anxiety get the best of me, I yank my arms, trying to get the ties to fucking loosen. Energy drains from my tired body at the attempt. No luck.
"Naughty, Pet."
Kyle's gruff voice startles the air out of my lungs. My eyes flick up to him as he rolls out of bed. Standing at his full height, shivers rack through my body at how menacing he looks this morning.
