Roxy
I groan as I try to open my eyes, but the lights are too bright and everything hurts. My head is throbbing worse than ever before and my vision is blurry.
“Where am I?” I mumble as I try to sit up.
“Princess, you aren’t in Savage territory anymore,” a strange voice mumbles. He almost sounds pleased with himself. Like somehow, he accomplished something great.
“What?” I hold my head as I move into a sitting position and try to take in my surroundings. I can’t protect myself if I don’t know what I'm up against.
My gaze moves around the filthy room until it settles on the man watching me. The same man who tried to manhandle me a few weeks ago at the bar. I laid him out on the floor and almost made him cry before I made him leave with his little friends following him.
“Why am I here?” I growl, as my vision slowly starts to clear.
“Well, you can’t just humiliate me and get away with it. Do you know how much crap I’ve been getting from the patched members since the stunt you pulled? I needed to prove to them that I'm not some push over who can be taken down by a girl.”
“But you did get taken down by a girl,” I say through gritted teeth. The entire right side of my abdomen hurts and I'm wondering how much damage he did to me while I was out.
“I'm going to make you pay for it! I'm going to make you wish you never said no to me!” He roars, jumping to his feet and sending his chair flying across the room. I wince at the loud crash as shockwaves move through my head, causing me to throw up from the pain.
I don’t know how I can get out of this situation by myself. I have no weapons. No way to defend myself. My head and abdomen hurt too much to move, let alone make a run for it. I'm hopeless.
Chopper will find you. He’ll burn the world to the ground to bring you back to him. He’ll stop at nothing until you’re safe.
The thought runs through my head and gives me a small amount of hope. I know Chopper will look for me, but how long will it be before he knows something is wrong? Will he even be able to find me or will he be searching for a needle in a haystack?