“Come on, think Tressa,” I mutter to myself. I woke up to find myself trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Of course, if I hadn’t gotten a streak of bravery and mouthed off at the jerks who took me, I probably wouldn’t have taken the blow to my face that knocked me out.
Newsflash, getting hit like that hurts! My face feels puffy and one eye is partially closed, while I can taste blood in my mouth. Swiping my tongue over my lips, I wince when I feel the split.
“That’s gonna leave a mark,” I whisper, feverishly trying to get my hands loose from their bindings. I momentarily feel like I’m succeeding until fire races up my arms and I realize I’ve managed to rip the skin open at my wrists. “Dammit. What do all the heroines in the books I read do when they find themselves kidnapped? Because I know these guys aren’t going to let me go, at least not still alive. I may not be worldly, but I’m not naive nor stupid.”
Their comments have also let me know what they’re planning for me and it’s the stuff nightmares are made of, which says a lot coming from a self-confessed crime junkie. The tall guy with greasy, gray hair tied back with a piece of leather, whose cut denotes he’s the president of this band of miscreants, has already stated rather loudly that he’s first in line once the party really gets going. I had to read between the lines, but quickly realized that I’m the party favor they intend to play with. Now, I’ve always admired the old ladies who’ve finagled their way to freedom after being unwillingly taken. I even admire their tenacity for waiting to be rescued, but I don’t want to be that woman. In my mind, these scenes weren’t so gut wrenching, but in real life, it’s harrowing.
Shudders wrack my body at the thought of any of them touching me in any way, much less like that. I’d rather try and throw myself backward onto the floor and hope I break my neck or something than allow them to violate me.
Hearing a noise at the door, I look up and see one of the guys who took me leering at me before he throws his head back and cackles. “Time’s almost up, pretty lady. Once we’re done with you, there won’t be anything left for the vultures to snack on.”
One single tear rolls down my face before I can control myself. Seeing it, he laughs menacingly, and pulls out a knife from a sheath at his waist, walking toward me.
I’m sorry, Nini, that I won’t get to tell you about my brief time with the handsome biker. Right now, though, I’m so glad you didn’t come with me and you’re not here to experience this torment.
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