“Please let me go. I don’t even know what’s going on or who you are,” I plead, hoping maybe one of these men has a conscience.
“Shut the fuck up, or I’ll knock your teeth out.” That’s the only response I get.
Fingers sink deep into my flesh as one of the men squeezes my arm and drags me alongside him. The sound of a door opening meets my ears, and a moment later, I’m shoved inside what I can only assume is a car.
Less than five minutes is all it took for my entire life to flip upside down. I’m lost inside my own head and fail to notice the vehicle is moving.
Oh god. I squeeze my eyes shut and force myself to breathe through my nose as my panic rises and each new wave crashes into me. There is no way to escape, no way out.
Tears trail down my cheeks, and I hate that I’m a blubbering mess, but what the hell am I supposed to do?
Crying seems like the only thing I can do, that and convincing them to let me go.
“Please, let me go. You don’t want me.”
One of the men in the front seat laughs. “You’re right, we don’t want you, but our boss does. So sit the fuck down, shut up, and enjoy the ride.”
All I can do is shake my head and swallow down the sob threatening to rip from my throat. Who is their boss? Why does he want me? The questions linger. My hands stick to the leather seat beneath me due to the perspiration on them.
My fear over what will happen next amplifies when we slow and take a turn. The car comes to an abrupt stop, and when the side door opens, the cool night air washes over my bare arms.
“Please let me go…” I beg of whoever is in front of me. I don’t get a reply. All I get is harshly pulled from the vehicle and dragged a short distance into a building, the sound of the door squeaking alerts me of it.
My heart thunders in my chest as we walk a little longer, and I can’t help but feel I’m being led to walk the plank. This is it. I’m going to die for no other reason than being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Another door opens, and I’m shoved inside the room. I gasp, and my knees knock together with fear. My hip collides with some type of furniture, and I barely manage to keep myself upright. What is happening? Where am I?
“Get on your knees,” a deep, gravelly voice commands.
I swallow past the rock of fear in my throat and do the only thing I can do. I get on my knees and hope whoever this man is doesn’t hurt me too badly.