Before the Storm

For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be rescued anymore. If whoever came to rescue me had to go through them, then…

“Grab the girl,” the man who appeared to be the leader of the group instructed curtly.

“Come here, girl,” one of the men approached me.

I yelped at the slight pain as his fingers dug into my arm before he basically yanked me up to my feet. It wasn’t easy for me to maintain my balance with my ankles bound together and I almost fell over. The man didn’t seem to care much for my welfare as he pulled on my arms and began dragging me to where the other men were gathered in the center of the warehouse.

A few steps from where we started, the man realized that I couldn’t walk in the state that I was in and decided to half carry and half drag me instead. I whimpered as my feet were dragged roughly across the floor until we reached out destination.

“Sit and stay still,” the man said as he shoved me down onto a wooden chair.

“Tie her to the chair, quick. It’s almost time,