This Regret
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Grabbing me by the hair, he swings me backwards and into one of the other guy's arms. "Get that bitch into the car as quietly as you can. I'll be out in a minute."
My eyes start to water as I realize what's about to happen. They're taking me somewhere. I'm going to end up on one of those crime shows; my body mutilated and thrown in a ditch or river somewhere. Where is Kellan? What is going on? I'm so confused and angry that I just want to scream. I try to, but another hand quickly covers my mouth, silencing me. My legs are shaking so badly, the only thing keeping me standing is the firm grip the guy has on me.
These men are strong; a lot stronger than I am. I know no matter how hard I fight, unless someone comes along to save me, I’m screwed. I'm no match for them.
My legs dangle below me as I try to regain my balance, but I’m being drug out the back door and over to the shitty car I saw parked down the street from Kellan’s. They have been watching me this whole time, but what I can't figure out is why? What does Kellan have to do with this?
Both of the other men have a hold of me, forcing me to comply with whatever they want to do to me. One guy grabs my legs and lifts me up as the other guy opens the back door to the car. Then before I know it, I’m being shoved inside with meat grinder face.
One hand is over my mouth, his other holding my arms still, as his legs wrap around mine, squeezing. This is ridiculous. I can’t move for crap. I can’t move! I start to panic more as the tears stream down my cheeks. I can’t control them anymore. I can’t breathe and my chest hurts. Where are they taking me?
The short guy jumps in the passenger seat and a few seconds later, blondie is in the driver seat. He leans over the seat to look at me and smiles, a big, disgusting smile that I want to knock off his smug face. Now the anger is setting in. “Thanks for the cooperation, sugar. It'll all be worth it soon enough.”
I try to swing my foot up, to kick the back of his seat, but it barely moves an inch, before being pulled back by smelly guy’s legs. Not only is this guy ugly as ass, but he smells like a dead animal. Right now, I want to crawl right out of my skin.
Blond guy, looks over the seat and laughs at my attempt before turning back around, starting the car and driving us away from my safety. I watch with wet eyes as Spinner’s fades into the distance.
We drive for what seems like hours when in actuality it’s for about fifteen minutes according to the calculations in my head. I figured it may ease the panic if I count in my head versus anticipate my death. It didn't do much good with being in the arms of the filth I’m in, even a second feels like hours.
We end up at some old abandoned warehouse that sits off of a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. There isn’t another business, street or car in view for at least five miles. Looking around, makes me feel even sicker. I have no idea what they’re going to do to me here. There's no one around to help if I were to scream. I’m on my own. I feel like I'm in the middle of a horror film.
When the car engine stops, snake eyes gets out of the car and walks over to open the back door. Leaning in, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me out of filth’s arms. My hands shoot up to grab my hair as I scream, feeling little pieces of hair being ripped from my scalp.
He swings me around so we’re face to face. “Go ahead!” he yells. “Scream!” He laughs sadistically and looks around with wide eyes. “No one can f**king hear you, sweetheart.” He turns to his posse. “Do you hear her anyone? Huh?”
I fall into his chest as he yanks me against him and picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder. Out of instinct, I slam my fist into his back repeatedly, until he drops me to the ground. I land on my back, the air getting knocked out of my lungs, making my chest ache.
Laughter surrounds me as I slowly open my eyes, focusing on what’s above me. Cape, as they call him and his two morons stand above me obviously amused with my struggling as I fight to regain my breath. It hurts to breathe. Maybe I bruised a rib.
“Stop testing me.” Squatting, Cape shoves a finger into my forehead, scraping it across my flesh. “I have someone that has been dying to meet you.” He nods his head, stands up and starts backing away. “Oh yeah. You ready or what?”
I suck in a deep breath, trying my best not to cry. I don’t want these morons to get the pleasure of seeing my tears. I won’t let them. Instead, I decide to play the calm role to ease things until I can figure out what the hell is going on. “I don’t have much of a choice. Now do I?”
I stare up at him, surprising him with my come back. I guess he was expecting me to cry almost as much as I want to.
He raises a brow and shoves the short guy, almost knocking him off balance. “Pick her ass up and help her inside, idiot.”
The thought of these guys touching me, sends me straight up to my feet. Breathing or not, I don't want them helping me. “I can walk.” I swing my arm out, stopping Humpty as he reaches for my arm. “Don’t touch me,” I growl. “I’m not a f**king child, you know.”
My reaction sends Cape into a fit of laughter as he walks backwards a few steps before spinning around and reaching for the metal door of the huge old building.
Ugh! He makes me sick. I wish I could rip his heart out.
When Humpty reaches for me again, the taller guy gives him a little shove before slapping him upside the head. “Let her walk by herself. Shit! Are you stupid? If she f**ks up again . . .” He smiles at me and licks his disgusting, cracked lips. “Then she’s ours.”
I find my legs working fast to be sure I don’t have to let one of these guys touch me again. My stomach can’t handle it. I’m about one touch away from a full blown anxiety attack and vomiting on someone's shoes.
I keep walking fast while wondering, where’s Kellan? Is Kade in serious trouble? What the hell did I walk into?
I reach the door, with the two idiots right on my trail. I can almost feel one of them on my backside and it makes my stomach churn at the thought. Too close; they're too close.
Upon poking my head through the door, I see the room is almost empty besides a few wooden crates and pallets that are scattered throughout the room and what looks to be a card table, surrounded by folding chairs. The building smells of rot and mildew and the cement floor has a wet coating over it as if the room has recently been wet down, the water getting drained into the various floor vents.
My eyes start to water as I realize what's about to happen. They're taking me somewhere. I'm going to end up on one of those crime shows; my body mutilated and thrown in a ditch or river somewhere. Where is Kellan? What is going on? I'm so confused and angry that I just want to scream. I try to, but another hand quickly covers my mouth, silencing me. My legs are shaking so badly, the only thing keeping me standing is the firm grip the guy has on me.
These men are strong; a lot stronger than I am. I know no matter how hard I fight, unless someone comes along to save me, I’m screwed. I'm no match for them.
My legs dangle below me as I try to regain my balance, but I’m being drug out the back door and over to the shitty car I saw parked down the street from Kellan’s. They have been watching me this whole time, but what I can't figure out is why? What does Kellan have to do with this?
Both of the other men have a hold of me, forcing me to comply with whatever they want to do to me. One guy grabs my legs and lifts me up as the other guy opens the back door to the car. Then before I know it, I’m being shoved inside with meat grinder face.
One hand is over my mouth, his other holding my arms still, as his legs wrap around mine, squeezing. This is ridiculous. I can’t move for crap. I can’t move! I start to panic more as the tears stream down my cheeks. I can’t control them anymore. I can’t breathe and my chest hurts. Where are they taking me?
The short guy jumps in the passenger seat and a few seconds later, blondie is in the driver seat. He leans over the seat to look at me and smiles, a big, disgusting smile that I want to knock off his smug face. Now the anger is setting in. “Thanks for the cooperation, sugar. It'll all be worth it soon enough.”
I try to swing my foot up, to kick the back of his seat, but it barely moves an inch, before being pulled back by smelly guy’s legs. Not only is this guy ugly as ass, but he smells like a dead animal. Right now, I want to crawl right out of my skin.
Blond guy, looks over the seat and laughs at my attempt before turning back around, starting the car and driving us away from my safety. I watch with wet eyes as Spinner’s fades into the distance.
We drive for what seems like hours when in actuality it’s for about fifteen minutes according to the calculations in my head. I figured it may ease the panic if I count in my head versus anticipate my death. It didn't do much good with being in the arms of the filth I’m in, even a second feels like hours.
We end up at some old abandoned warehouse that sits off of a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. There isn’t another business, street or car in view for at least five miles. Looking around, makes me feel even sicker. I have no idea what they’re going to do to me here. There's no one around to help if I were to scream. I’m on my own. I feel like I'm in the middle of a horror film.
When the car engine stops, snake eyes gets out of the car and walks over to open the back door. Leaning in, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me out of filth’s arms. My hands shoot up to grab my hair as I scream, feeling little pieces of hair being ripped from my scalp.
He swings me around so we’re face to face. “Go ahead!” he yells. “Scream!” He laughs sadistically and looks around with wide eyes. “No one can f**king hear you, sweetheart.” He turns to his posse. “Do you hear her anyone? Huh?”
I fall into his chest as he yanks me against him and picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder. Out of instinct, I slam my fist into his back repeatedly, until he drops me to the ground. I land on my back, the air getting knocked out of my lungs, making my chest ache.
Laughter surrounds me as I slowly open my eyes, focusing on what’s above me. Cape, as they call him and his two morons stand above me obviously amused with my struggling as I fight to regain my breath. It hurts to breathe. Maybe I bruised a rib.
“Stop testing me.” Squatting, Cape shoves a finger into my forehead, scraping it across my flesh. “I have someone that has been dying to meet you.” He nods his head, stands up and starts backing away. “Oh yeah. You ready or what?”
I suck in a deep breath, trying my best not to cry. I don’t want these morons to get the pleasure of seeing my tears. I won’t let them. Instead, I decide to play the calm role to ease things until I can figure out what the hell is going on. “I don’t have much of a choice. Now do I?”
I stare up at him, surprising him with my come back. I guess he was expecting me to cry almost as much as I want to.
He raises a brow and shoves the short guy, almost knocking him off balance. “Pick her ass up and help her inside, idiot.”
The thought of these guys touching me, sends me straight up to my feet. Breathing or not, I don't want them helping me. “I can walk.” I swing my arm out, stopping Humpty as he reaches for my arm. “Don’t touch me,” I growl. “I’m not a f**king child, you know.”
My reaction sends Cape into a fit of laughter as he walks backwards a few steps before spinning around and reaching for the metal door of the huge old building.
Ugh! He makes me sick. I wish I could rip his heart out.
When Humpty reaches for me again, the taller guy gives him a little shove before slapping him upside the head. “Let her walk by herself. Shit! Are you stupid? If she f**ks up again . . .” He smiles at me and licks his disgusting, cracked lips. “Then she’s ours.”
I find my legs working fast to be sure I don’t have to let one of these guys touch me again. My stomach can’t handle it. I’m about one touch away from a full blown anxiety attack and vomiting on someone's shoes.
I keep walking fast while wondering, where’s Kellan? Is Kade in serious trouble? What the hell did I walk into?
I reach the door, with the two idiots right on my trail. I can almost feel one of them on my backside and it makes my stomach churn at the thought. Too close; they're too close.
Upon poking my head through the door, I see the room is almost empty besides a few wooden crates and pallets that are scattered throughout the room and what looks to be a card table, surrounded by folding chairs. The building smells of rot and mildew and the cement floor has a wet coating over it as if the room has recently been wet down, the water getting drained into the various floor vents.
