Runaway

Chapter 6

"Let go of me!" I screamed, wrenching my free wrist back from his clammy grasp. My right wrist was handcuffed the the cold copper pole in this god forsaken basement. His nails plunged into my skin, ripping away fibers as i tore myself away from his grip.

He just sneered at me

"You fucking slut. You dont get it, do you Tori? You mean nothing. You are nothing. You're a whore, you have no purpose other than to please me. You. Are. Mine. You are my property, i own you. Get it through your head."

I spat in his face

"Please, this is fucking america. I dont belong to anyo-"

He punched me in the nose, successfully silencing me. Pain shot up the middle of my face, and i knew blood would soon pour out.

"Oh darling, this may be america but no one is here to enforce any laws. You'll learn that soon. No one is coming to save you."

I whimpered, but forced myself not to let any tears fall. There was no way in hell i would show weakness to him. I would prove him wrong, i would get out.

"What the hell happened to you Peter?"

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I woke up to my body slamming into the roof of the trunk. Groaning i rolled over and blinked. The flashback was still vivid in my mind, so much i could feel the handcuffs digging into my wrist. Light seeped in through a few cracks in the metal above me, allowing me to see a little. I could feel the car begin to slow down and felt it turn. Noises poured into the trunk.

The scent was incredible, intoxicating.

Gasoline

I felt the car turn again and slowly stop. The trunk rattled as a door slammed. I could hear voices coming from the outside, but not his voice. Sounds of clinks and hums were present.

I was at a gas station, and i was guessing no one knew i was.

This was it, my chance to escape, my chance to stop this from happening again. I heard the beeping and felt the car shift as the pump was set into our car. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and i sat up as far as i could go. im getting out.

I pulled my knees and right fist to my chest and counted to three, pushing them forward at the same time.

"Help me!" I screamed, my voice scratchy and my throat raw. "Please I'm in the trunk someone help me!"

I continued to pound the metal and scream, the sound echoing off the walls. I didnt know it was loud enough until i felt the car shake as the pump was ripped out of the opening and heard it fall to the ground. I hadnt heard the gas stop flowing into the car, which obviously meant my cries were loud enough for him to hear.

"Hey! yeah you, kid, what the hell is that?" I heard an unfamiliar voice yell.

Yes, please hear me

"Im in here! Please, someone help me!" I was screaming, my voice harsh. I kept slamming my legs and fist into the trunk, attempting to make as much noise as possible. I felt the car door slam and immediately the car jerked forward, sending me to slam into the back of the trunk where it opened.

"Help me, please!" I screamed one final time before i knew i was out of range. I pulled my legs up to my chest so i formed a ball. My knuckles were bloody and bruised, but i ignored the pain. I was getting out of here, no matter what it took.

The scent of gasoline faded behind me