KILL ME SOFTLY

3

I'm going to light you on fire

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I could feel the blood painted on my skin. Hot, as it dripped like rain.

The droplet that had dripped from my temple down and down until it pooled in the crook of my collarbone and dried there. I swallowed, and my throat constricted like a pair of hands were gripping my airway. I could see their bodies in flashing in my mind, even though when they fell I hadn't dared to look.

I couldn't. I couldn't.

But I could still see all those people, and how they scoffed. Joked about lost bets. Hands outstretched to accept wads of beters cash.

Even with the blindfold strapped tight over my eyes, I could see it.

I sat still, not sure where I was being taken. The bump of the road made the metal scratch deeper into my skin. I wasn't sure how much time had past, or for how long I was even coherent to the world around me.

I think I was in shock, and maybe that would describe the way that despite my hands being bound; they were shaking.

I was covered in goosebumps, not because of the cold but because of the eyes I felt on me. The whispers I heard.

I knew I was defenceless now, and that at any second I could just—die. That the people sitting in the seats around me could murder me at the base of the tires of the car we were in and no one would know or care.

I heard the car doors open, the people get out, and the sound of footsteps walking on rain wet concrete.

My car door was opened, and a hand hastily gripped my shoulder and I was dragged from the leather. My body colliding with The soaking wet ground, I let out a gasp.

"All these restraints for a little thing?" Once voice said, his voice thick with an accent.

"She attacked a man." Another said, with a smirking tone.

They spoke, and I couldn't do anything but lay in the rain. I was breathing erratically, freezing as the rain pounded my bare skin.

"Pick her from the ground." The voice of the man who spoke in Mr.Volkan stead growled. "it'd be better for all of us if she's still alive when we return her to him." He said all of this while looking at me.

"And Take the fucking muzzle of, the thing can barely breathe." He hissed,

Fuck, yes, this is my chance.

Except, I felt a hand dig between the loops of the chain—and pull me up. Not to stand or up straight, but in the air. Like a fucking handbag.

I screamed, and kicked my legs, my eyes watering at the pain that erupted in my chest.

But no one cared, not as they walked me towards the steps of a sleek black jet.

I'd never been on a plane. I've never flown. I have never left my home city. If that was even where I was anymore.

I was thrown into a seat, as hands forced my head down—they uncliped the face restraint and it fell in my lap.

My mouth was cut raw from the metal that's been in my mouth, and my lips and tongue were dry.

"There, happy now?" He said, with his two hands resting on the arm rests so he could bend down and look into my eyes.

"Fuck you." I growled, and if I could have spit in his face. I would have.

The four other men on the plane laughed, all but Mr.Volkans pet. He just looked at me.

"What the fuck did you just say?" The man above me growled, as he grabbed my jaw tightly.

"I said fuck you. And in my head I told you that your cock is small." That, was obviously not the correct answer for some reason, because he realer back and slammed his fist into my face.

I gasped breathlessly In shock, as blood trickled down my nose and past my lips. I felt sideways In the seat, unable to absorb the force that sent me against the seat rest.

Hands pulled him off me, as he yelled and swore; Called me vial, whore, crazy.

I was dripping blood, and I still managed to say "take my chains off and try that again." I yelled, as he was thrown into a seat on the other side of the jet.

"I'd suggest keeping your mouth shut princess, before it gets fucked." One growled, as he sat down in a seat to my left across the isle.

"You put your cock anywhere near my mouth, and I'll bite it off." I said, my chest tightening.

"Oh he'll like you. Fuck no wonder he chose you. He seems like he likes the crazy ones." He laughed back, as he dug through his suit pockets to find a joint.

"Do not speak of him." His pet hissed, like he knew the consequences well enough. "And you, shut up. Or the gag goes back." He continued as he turned his hot gaze to me.

And I closed my mouth and laid my head against the cushion. My answer to him would come in time.

"What? No response?" He said, mocking me, toying with me. He was now baiting me just as the others had. "Fuck, And they said you were fiery."

I was light headed, and hot. And I sat back in my seat. I was soaking wet, the water making my skin itch. Dried blood all over me. Everywhere.

I couldn't tell what stains were mine, and which ones weren't.

"Well Sit pretty Bitch, we are in for a long flight." He simply said, as the rush of the air on the wings and the force of the engine growled as we entered the air.