Chapter 14 Sage #2
“Hello?” I said and pushed against another door, which was seemingly going to lead me into the kitchen.
“Hello?” I could hear my voice shaking as the door creaked open just when a hand wrapped around my shoulder and clamped down on my mouth. I shrieked as soon as I realized what was happening. It was a man’s hand, and he was pressing me to his chest. I shrieked and shrieked, but my voice was muffled.
I’d walked right into a trap.
I struggled to get the hand off my mouth, but the man was strong and was pulling me back into the dark hallway. My voice was muffled, but I elbowed him, which didn’t work. My only hope was to bite. I did, drawing blood, and the man growled and let go of my mouth.
I screamed and leaped from him, running straight towards the door I had walked in through, but a different pair of hands caught my arms now and pulled me back.
“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” the voice said and dragged me back down the hallway.
The man whose hand I’d bitten was the same monster from the alleyway. He was shaking his wrist now. I struggled against the grip of the man who was holding me back, and the girl appeared.
It was the same girl who I tried to rescue before. She was dressed in the same clothes, and once again, tears were streaming down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she whimpered when she saw me, and I knew exactly what had happened. These guys had forced her to make that call to Noelle and the others. They were trying to lure someone from the Bad Disciples to turn up, and like a fool, I had.
“Who is this one?” the voice said. I still hadn’t managed to turn and see this guy’s face.
“She’s the same one from the other night. Tried to get a hold of this bitch,” the man growled, peering at me. I screamed again, and a hand wrapped around my mouth.
“Shut up, sweetheart. Nobody can hear you. You should save your energy,” he said then released his hand from my mouth again.
“Let me go! Glock is going to come looking for me. He knows where I am!” I shrieked, trying to use the same tactic as before. I knew instantly that it wasn’t going to work this time, because the two men just laughed.
“That’s cute. Is Glock your hero, sweetheart?” the man said, whipping me around to him. I gasped as he clutched my arms. I could feel his rough fingers digging into my skin. I was breathing hard, trying to control the tears. There was no use crying now or showing weakness.
“He’s going to kill you if you lay a hand on me,” I hissed at him, and his slap came out of nowhere. I wasn’t expecting it, but it landed on my cheek. I stumbled sideways and screamed, feeling the sting and force of his slap on my face. My cheek throbbed, and a few fat tears rolled down my face.
The men laughed again, and the girl who had been whimpering before came rushing towards me.
“I’m so sorry. They made me do it. They made me call!” she cried and wrapped her arms around me. I held onto her, so that we could be close together.
“Is he fucking you?” the man asked the one who had slapped me. He had taken a few steps towards us, and I could feel the girl cowering. She stepped behind me, and I straightened myself to meet his eyes.
“He’s going to find you and then kill you,” I hissed at him and clenched my jaws. I was expecting him to slap me again, and this time I was ready. They could slap me around as much as they wanted, but they weren’t going to break me.
“He’s going to find me and then kill me,” the man repeated in a mocking tone and turned to his buddy who laughed, too.
“We were hoping that he would show up or one of the other BD losers. But a girl will do. A girl will do very well,” he said, looking at me again with a sly smile on his face.
I knew exactly what he meant, and it sent chills down my spine.
I was starkly aware, based on the bruises I had already seen on the other girl’s body, that a few slaps were only the beginning.
“Let us go, and I’ll tell them what you want me to tell them. Do you have a message for them?” I asked, trying to keep my voice firm.
The men were laughing again. All of this was hilarious to them.
“Yeah sure. We have a message for the Bad Disciples: that they’re fucking going down, and there is nothing they can do to stop us,” he growled, and I gulped. The girl was hiding behind me now; I could feel her body shaking.
“Okay, I’ll tell them,” I said, and the man stepped up close to me. I had to crane my neck to look up at him, and he was glaring down at me.
“But don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to deliver the message; we’ll do it ourselves,” he said with that smile forming on his face again.
“Yeah, you just sit back and relax and try and enjoy the ride,” the man whose hand I’d bitten came up towards me now, and he was reaching for my shoulders.
“No! No!” I screamed as he pulled me, yanking me away from the girl.
He was lifting me up, and then he threw me over his shoulder.
I struggled to get off, but I could feel a rope being tied around my ankles.
The other guy walked around to where I was hanging over the shoulder, and he clasped my hands together and tied another piece of rope around my wrists.
“You’re too noisy, sweetheart. You should have just kept your mouth shut,” he hissed before I saw him pulling a rag out of the pocket of his pants.
He was tying it around my mouth, but I was shrieking as loud as I could.
I could feel the back of my throat chaffing, and then once he was done, my voice was muffled and my throat hoarse.
I watched as he pulled the other girl by her hair. They were taking us into the basement.