Chapter Two

 Chapter Two

I don’t even know how long I lay there on the floor, in an incredibly uncomfortable position but that was the least of my worries right now. Was Peyton ok?! I was terrified, but I managed to calm myself enough to listen closely for any signs that she was ok. 

I could hear a second person heavily breathing somewhere very close to me, possibly even right next to me, but I assumed if it was her, she was gagged like I was. 

‘Which one are you having?’ I heard someone ask, with humour in their deep, clearly male, voice. There was a chuckle. Was this a joke? A game? What did these guys want?!!? 

‘That one’. Which one? Did he mean me or my sister? 

‘Good, I’ll take the blue chick’. I was the blue chick, which means the first guy meant Peyton. Fresh panic arose inside me. Living in LA, you hear the stories, it's not the safest of places, especially downtown, the city has a dark history, but you NEVER think something like this will happen to you! 

Upon the realization that the man had chosen her, I heard a whimper come from my scared sister and felt an overwhelming need to protect her. I tried to kick out and hit whatever I could, but two very strong hands instantly grabbed my legs and held me down. 

‘Don’t fucking move!’. The anger in the man's voice alone terrified me enough to instantly freeze. I was too scared to move again. All I could do was just lay there and try and figure out how the hell we will get out of this mess, anything else was just… unthinkable… 

A little while later, the vehicle we were riding in came to a stop, after a painfully bumpy ride that without a doubt would leave a lot of bruises, and the door slid open again. The men just continued to casually talk and laugh together as if nothing was wrong as if they hadn’t just kidnapped two women off the street! 

…which only scared me more… Was this something they did often? They were so calm and collected, this definitely wasn’t their first time, and then I heard them comment on us again; 

‘They behave?’ This wasn’t one of the men that were with us on the trip here, wherever it was. I was trying to remember as much as I could, being blindfolded meant everything other than sound was clearly impossible. 

‘You act like we’re incapable of controlling 2 little women, Damon’. One of them snapped, clearly annoyed. Damon? I needed to remember that. 

‘Oh, shut up, Mike’. Ok, Mike. That’s another name to remember. These men weren’t very smart, Using their names like this... But then again... Were they so comfortable using their real names because they had no intention of me and Peyton getting away from this? The thought filled me with new fear and I could feel myself physically start to shake from fright. 

God, were we going to die? Were these men going to kill me and my sister?! We were only 19 years old for god sake! 

As soon as the dark thoughts entered my mind, I couldn’t think about anything else. 

‘Come on, let’s hurry up and get these bitches inside the house before someone sees’. I heard the hate in the man’s voice as someone grabbed my arm and yanked me forward. I wasn’t able to catch myself quick enough and tripped over, falling straight onto the floor. Even though it was a very small distance to fall, it still hurt when my knees connected with the hard floor beneath. 

I groaned out in pain as I struggled to get up again; 

‘Pick the bitch up!’. Someone grabbed my collar and pulled me up. I struggled to get my footing, but as soon as I stood again, they let go of my collar but grabbed my wrists. They started pushing me forward, making me walk. I kept stumbling, clearly unable to see where I was going, and apprehensive in case I fell again. 

‘There are a few steps coming, climb them’. Whoever had a hold of my wrists, ordered. Slowly and steadily, I was able to navigate my way up them and instantly warm hit my cold face. We were clearly in case the ‘’house’’ one of them had mentioned just a few moments earlier before I was pushed harshly and fell down on the hard floor once again. ‘Sit there and keep fucking quiet!’. The man barked. I heard his footsteps as he walked away and struggled to sit up. I heard a door close and then silence. 

Where the hell was I? 

Was Peyton with me?! If she wasn’t, Where the hell was she?! 

Was I alone? I was too scared to move, just in case. It was the right choice. Not long after, I heard footsteps again, they hadn’t opened the closed door, so what, was this guy just standing watching me? Making sure I listened to him?! 

He grabbed me again and started pushing and directing me forward, it was almost a straight line until I heard another door slam shut. This one was much closer this time and I was turned around. A hand quickly went around my throat, squeezing. I gasped out, struggling to breathe. I could feel the man's warm breath on my face as he spoke; 

‘I’m going to have so much fun with you’. His words were followed by a chuckle. It sent chills down my spine before he forcefully pushed me backwards and I went flying… until I landed on something soft. 

Soft? 

I scrambled around to sit up, and in turn, realized what he had pushed me down on. 

A bed! 

A fucking bed! 

No. No. NO! 

‘Now, bitch, I’m gonna remove your gag, but if you make a single sound, I'll slit your throat, Do you understand?!’ I nodded quickly, not doubting his threat for even a second! I felt his hands behind my head, untying it and soon enough, my mouth was free again. 

My breathing instantly deepened now I could breathe properly as panic took over again, and I tried desperately to calm myself down. 

‘Good girl, it's good to know you can follow simple rules. Now, I’m going to take the blindfold off. Same rules apply, understand?’ 

‘Y-yes’. I answered, my voice shaky, and he did. The second the light tight piece of material was removed from my eyes, the light of the room instantly flooded my vision. I had to blink a few times as they adjusted to the surroundings, but as soon as they did, my eyes darted around the room, taking in as much information as I could, but as they did, I was left just as confused, if not more so. 

I was in a bedroom, like… an actual, lived in bedroom. Why would they bring us here? To what is clearly their own personal home?! 

… and then my eyes landed on him. 

The monster that had taken me. Well, one of them… 

His dark brown eyes just looked right back at me as I stared at him. His face was… beautiful, but also menacing at the same time. His shirt clung to his torso and arms, as if it was slightly too small, but it still suited him. His arms exposed the full sleeves of colourful tattoos. He looked.. So familiar, as if I had seen him around town, but I don’t think I had, I’m sure I’d remember someone like him, and then he spoke;

‘I wouldn’t do that’. 

‘Do what?’ I asked slightly confused, mostly terrified. 

‘Trying to take in as much detail as you can. You won’t be getting the opportunity to tell anyone about this’. He knew exactly what I was thinking. I didn’t respond to his comment, and he just continued to glare at me; 

‘Please, why are you doing this?! What did I do to you?!’ 

‘You didn’t do anything, you were just there’. He smiled as he spoke, as if he was proud of how random and spontaneous my kidnapping was. 

‘Where is my sister?’ His smile widened. 

‘Oh, if I was you, I'd be more concerned about yourself’. He told me as he took a few large steps forward, towards me…