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“And does it look like we fucking care?” I chime in. They are starting to annoy me now. “My brother has already gotten his dick wet tonight. Mine has absolutely no interest in either of you. Barlowe is taken. Smiley here has some standards. Katie may like both cock and pussy, but she is definitely not looking at getting to know either of yours better.”
They open their mouths to say something but quickly close them.
Smart.
Then they scurry off like wounded animals.
Katie and Smiley erupt with laughter.
“You guys are savage,” Katie says between laughs.
“No point getting their hopes up, babe.” Hud says matter-of-factly as I nod in agreement. Katie may suck our dicks from time to time, but the girl is like a step-sister to us. We embrace her as one of ours. She’s a cool fucking chick and that shit’s rare.
Still standing, I check my phone, it’s nearly two in the morning. Looking over to my brother, “I’m outty. You coming?”
“Have a great Christmas everyone. We will see you next semester.” We go around hugging the guys and Katie. “Smiley, take care of that shit. Got it?” He salutes me in return. I’m telling you, this guy is something else.
I grab my tattoo machine case and Hudson follows as we head out. It’s time to begin our Christmas break fun.
11
BANKS
I’m so cold.
My teeth are chattering as my body shakes.
I haven’t opened my eyes yet in fear that it will only make me feel dizzy again. I’ve only just stopped feeling that way. My stomach hurts from it, and my mouth is dry and tastes like I have already thrown up because of it. I desperately need some water, and my head feels like it’s being pounded on.
I never want to feel this way again.
Deciding to bite the bullet, I open my eyes slowly and one at a time.
It’s dark, pitch black. My eyes begin to adjust to it, and I don’t feel another dizzy spell coming over me. Taking a deep breath, I can vaguely see what lurks in the dark, but none of it seems familiar.
Where the fuck am I? Rubbing my hand along my face, I realize I don’t actually remember much of last night. My face reddens with warmth from embarrassment. This is not me, not who I am. I don’t do this.
Pushing myself off the mattress, I place one foot on the floor in front of me, it’s freezing and feels like cement. The mattressis directly on top of it. It’s no wonder I am freezing. I have to get out of here.
My heart drops. Please tell me I’m not at a student’s place right now. A single tear slides down my face, mortified at the thought. I am not this person. What have I done?
Putting my other foot down, I use all my strength to get up, still feeling like shit despite everything racing through my head. Taking a step forward, I hold my hands out in front of me. It’s still very dark and I can barely make anything out around me.
On my next step, I hear something rattle behind me. Like the sound of metal clanking together. Turning my head, I see nothing and no one. Not even an outline of a person.
Where is my phone? It has a flashlight. I didn’t even think to feel around for it when I was in bed. I just want to find the light switch, get my shit and go. Forget any of this ever happened and hope no one recorded anything. My career would be in ruins.
My hands are still out in front of me, feeling for anything and finding nothing. Where is the fucking wall?
Suddenly, I am jolted backward. Something chokes me, pinching my skin and cutting off my airway, briefly causing me to cough. I cautiously raise my hands up to my throat, afraid of what I will find. Cold steel tingles on my fingertips. I feel around it and find a hanging piece on one side, and try to figure out what it could be. It is also cold, a larger bottom with a thinner piece hooking around… it’s a padlock. My eyes widen and my heart races, thumping rapidly against my chest. My hands continue making their way around my neck and as they meet in the middle, I feel it, a chain. As I turn around slowly and take a step back toward the bed I feel the cool metal of the chain links skim across my skin. Goosebumps erupt all over my body and my bottom lip begins to quiver. The fear is setting in. The realization of it all washes over me. I am trapped. No one will notice I ammissing until I am due back at work. Whoever has done this to me knows this.
Rubbing my hands over my body, I can feel the lace of my bra on my chest and my panties are still on. My body isn’t sore, just cold, which means I don’t think I was raped. A wave of relief washes over me. It also doesn’t feel like anything else is restraining me, just the chain and shackle around my throat. My feet pad on the cement as I scurry back to where I think the bed is. Stopping just before it, I bend at the knees and place my hands back out in front of me to lower myself back onto it.
I bring my knees up to my chest and hold them tightly to keep my body heat in. I can vaguely hear a furnace ticking before it roars to life, terrifying me. I’m overwhelmed, my senses are struggling to absorb everything. I’ve lost all sense of time. Squeezing my eyes shut to fight back tears, I try to think positive thoughts.
The sun has to be coming up soon. Things are scarier in the dark. The sun will bring the light. I need the light. I need to have hope.
I need to make it out of this alive.
