Daniel POV
The man in black closest to Riley pushes her over on her side from her cross legged sitting position, in front of Peter, grabs her left ankle and drags her forwards towards the open door. She yells for him to release her and she kicks his hand when he tries to grab her other ankle. His fingers crunch loudly as they connect with the bottom of her shoe. He yells and mutters incoherent words.As she is pulled forward her dress rides rides up past her hips. Peter and I as well as her grabber and the other five men can see that she has thin black lacy underwear on.
I know it's not the time to think about her body, but wow does she have some nice legs. There extremely toned, with muscle, but not to much muscle that it's looks weird.
I try to sit up but I'm roughly pushed back down and one of the attackers grab my ankle. Riley is pulled out into a standing position and the man gently pulls the long black dress down, covering her body back up. He dusts off her shoulder and moves her unruly hair out of her face.
I'm pulled to my feet also, but my attacker doesn't brush me off. The only thing visible on these men, are there eyes, but I can tell that my attacker is grimacing at me. He looks at me with hate filled eyes. Shouldn't I be the one to look that way at him?
"Are you going to come out or do I have to drag you out here also?" One of the men says to Peter. Peter looks hatefully at all the men and scoots towards the end of the truck on his knees to get out.
Nearing the end of the truck, while trying to move onto his butt, so that his feet hang off the truck, so he can stand, the same man that spoke to him grabs him roughly by the hair before he could do so.
Peter grunts and the man forces him to look into his face.
"You killed him." He says
"YOU KILLED HIM!" He yells, with his voice slightly wavering, getting closer in Peters face and spitting in the process, landing on the cheek of Peters face.
He steps back and yanks on Peter hair which pulls his whole body off the van. Peter never had a chance to put out his feet so when his attacker pulls his hair, he falls out the van face first.
All of our hands our still tied and Peter seemingly falls in slow motion. He turns his face to the left away from me and Riley's view, and the side of his face hits the ground with a ...clang.
Like the sound of metal wrapped in a cloth, but hitting the ground. What the hell?
"Peter!" Riley yells. she struggles to get from the grasp of the person holding her.
The other three men who aren't occupied with us just stand around. Two look down at Peter, their eyes tell me that they are slightly amused.
"We have to hurry and go." An empty handed attacker says. I try to look into his eyes, the only part that we can see.
Peter doesn't move from his position of just laying there. I'm not even sure if he's breathing, that's how still he is right now.
I shoot a worried glance at Riley. She just professed her love to him, and has to watch him get abused right in front of her face.
"One last thing." Peters attacker says, looming over him.
He swings his foot back and kicks Peter in the ribs. Peter doesn't moves slightly and grunts lightly. But that's it...his attacker raises his foot and holds it in his hand, in pain.
Looking at Riley, we both share the same a act shocked expression. Did he just get kicked and merely grunt?
Peter rolls over into a sitting position, he's facing the van.
"Peter!" Riley squeals in happiness. She slightly jumps up and down.
The person that drug her from the van lightly rubs her shoulder In a comforting gesture but Riley recoils from it.
Peter scoots back and struggles to his feet. The other grew attackers somewhat move closer to him as if he's a with his hands tied behind his back.
"That fall kinda hurt, how's my face look." He turns his cheek to us both, grinning.
His face has a deep gash on it, right above the cheek bone. It's so deep that you can see the bone itself, but he's acting like it doesn't even hurt. He turns away from us and to the man who kicked him.
"Let's go! " He says roughly grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to walk into a a huge brown building which that I am honestly just now paying attention to.
The attackers motion for us to follow Peter into the building. I look at Riley who is willingly complying and moving forward with attackers on either side of her.
"Peter..." Riley says in a thoughtful tone.
When Peter turns back around to look at Riley, the opening to his wound...completely healed...
Riley looks back at me with a did-you-just-see-that expression and I nod slightly as the attacker with Peter inputs some type of code to the building.
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Riley
RomanceThen I found myself walking towards this house, in the middle of night. I followed the pull in my chest and scaled up the side of the house and slipped in the window. I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was the reason why I was here. I could nev...