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To say I was angry was an understatement. No I wasn't angry I was beyond angry. I did not appreciate being tied up and then thrown into the trunk of some weird old mans car.
The car ride there was incredibly bumpy and by the time we had arrived I was blinded folded and now sitting tied against a pole.
I could hear the sound of chatter around me but I couldn't see a thing.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on here. It was quite clear whoever I had pissed off was apart of the drug organization that got caught.
The blind fold was finally ripped off my face and I let out a low grunt.
"A little girl?"
I swung my head up glaring at them.
There was a group of men. Some older some younger. Not only that but it seemed I was locked up in someone's basement. There was a freezer in the corner of the room along with some storage shelves.
A harsh tug at my hair brought me back to reality. I let out a low growl. One of the men had grabbed a part of my hair and pulled it forward.
"Hey are you even listening?!"
"Fuck off." I growled lowly yanking my head away from him. A groan leaving my lips because of the hair that had been ripped from my head.
"Damn what the fuck girl!"
I gasped as the wind was knocked out of me. A heavy kick had hit my stomach and I took a deep breath for air before slumping my head down.
"So you're telling me this small thing fucked us over? This little kid is the reason we've got to hide!?"
It seemed people were not happy with what I had done. I couldn't blame them though after all it was a simple picture that had ruined things.
Apparently the men caught in the picture had been some important people. The police only needing a bit more evidence were ecstatic to get that photo. It meant they'd be able to prove exactly who was involved and could arrest them for it.
"Fucking reporters always ruining shit.."
I glanced back up at them.
There were four men total but I could hear more people upstairs. This must have been some sort of temporary hideout for them.
"So what should we do with her till the boss gets back?"
"How long is he gone again?"
"3 days I think."
My mouth opened in shock. 3 days?? 3 days I had to wait 3 days to figure out what was going to happen.
A shiver ran done my spine as I glanced up at them. They were whispering about something looking over at me every once in awhile.
"We could try extracting information?"A devious smirk grew on one of the mans faces.
I began to pull at the ropes holding me back. They were tight. Way too tight for me to break free. The more I pulled the more the rope dug into my wrists.
Extracting information my ass.
It was obvious that was a cover.
One of the other guys walked towards the shelf. He began to inspect it and my eyes travelled along the different levels.
I could feel my heart rate beginning to pick up as I watched him move his hand between different tools. There were hammers, screwdrivers, and even a drill.
His hand landed on the hammer and he walked back over towards us.
"What do you think? Is this good enough?" He asked the others.
I began to struggle even more. I would much rather my wrists be fucked up from yanking them out then find out what was going to happen with that hammer.
A small whimper left my lips as our eyes met.
He couldnt stop the growing smirk on his face as he walked towards me.
I struggled even harder now but my hands wouldn't move any further. The rope was much tighter against my skin and I could feel warm droplets of blood trickle down.
He stopped in front of me swinging the hammer slightly.
"This will teach you never to fuck with us again."
