Not His Doll

Chapter 8

| The Beginning |

"I expect you back before ten. Do I make myself clear?"

"Still strict, even after all these years?"

"I'm being serious, Y/n."

"As am I, Maggie."

They exchanged smiles. Maggie placed a hand on her shoulder, shooing Y/n from her front door step.

"Oh, and if you forget my Marlboros.. don't even think of coming back."

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Despite the slight breeze and sore feet, she never felt more content.
The sky had darkened since her walk to the convenient store, and the sun had finally rested.
Maggie had mentioned there were beautiful homes along the estate. Some were even unused, abandoned.
Seeing as she had nearly a half hour to kill, she decided on the detour.

Placing an earpod in her ear she tapped shuffle, her favorite song being the first to play.
She skipped up and down the walking trails. Occasionally twirling around like a child, lost in thought. If Maggie were here she would have been scolding Y/n for being so oblivious to her surroundings.
She chuckled at the thought. Always so worried, and for what?

A rough-calloused hand gripped her arm, tearing her from the daydream. 
She tore her body from his hold stumbling backwards.

"Whoa there!" An old looking man exclaimed. He raised his hands as if to show his immediate surrender.

"What the hell?!" She shouted, quickly rising to her feet.

"No need to unleash the claws lass, I was just tryna' get your attention is all." In a dramatic manner he pointed to his own ear, referencing to her earphones.

She removed the music from her ears, fumbling them into her pocket.

"You should know better than to grab a woman like that." She spat, rubbing the goosebumps from her arms.

"Aye, but you seem a little lost."

"Well I'm not. So, if you could kindly leave me." She lifted her phone screen which displayed 112, ready to be called by the press of a button.

His playful expression was replaced by a sour one, exposing his true colors.
"Bag the bitch." He ordered, eyeing a figure behind her.

Before she could react a bag was thrown over her head immediately restricting her airflow.
She screamed her remaining oxygen, regretting the decision as she inhaled the plastic into her mouth. Panic settled as she thrashed against the men grabbing at her.

Growing deprived of oxygen, pressure built from within her ribcage; emitting a blazing sensation.

Latching onto the man from behind her she dropped her weight and swung her legs forward, kicking the old man straight in the jaw.
An immense force pierced through her thigh. At first she thought they had punched her, until it began to burn.
A blade tore through her skin.
Her head lifted to meet the cruel eyes of her attacker.
His deadpan stare changed to a crooked smile.
She screamed a bellowing cry as he dug the blade deeper from within her flesh, crueley twisting it open.

Blood erupted as she slammed her elbow into the bridge of his nose, discombobulating the man.

With a satisfory-last strike and all of her might, she grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Bag this, bitch!"
Y/n kneed him square into his balls; and without a second to spare, she made a break for it.

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