He's Fire and She's Playing with It - Mafia Version

Chapter 30: Centuries

TW: IMPLICATIONS OF RAPE.

The car stopped and Ally was pulled out of it by someone wearing a mask. She blinked to adjust her eyes to the damp light. She found herself in a big barn. Nothing special to be seen. The walls stretched up to the ceiling, each of them as high as a five-story building. She turned in a circle, quick, before they had time to stop her. A plough, a harrow - each of their teeth looking razor sharp. A set of barn doors, wide open to a yellowing field. She caught a glimpse of a silhouette of a city. She couldn't tell which one, but assumed that it was her own or a nearby one. The hour that they had travelled couldn't have taken them that far, not from the mid of the city with the traffic having to adapt to road work and various construction sites.

Her muscles tensed up, getting ready for sprint. If she was quick than maybe she could get out. Even if fields surrounded the barn, making her an easy target for a fairly skilled gunman, she could have time to get to a car. There had to be more than one, seeing that there were other people at the site. She could bet her left hand that criminals weren't too keen on carpooling. She flinched. That might just happen, her losing a body part. She guessed her eyes had lingered a bit too long at the world outside when an arm gripped hers and started to drag her across the dirty concrete floor. She was kicking and screaming, clawing at the hands of her captor, to no avail. The slim body just kept walking, barely noticing her fighting for her life. The person wasn't faced. They neared a door located at the far end wall. She watched with terror as they crept closer, her body screaming that it didn't want to get in, that something bad would happen if it did.

They were soon at their destination, her captor dragging her out into the sunlight. Her head turned back and forth, trying to take in as much as possible of the surroundings. She couldn't see much, the barn being at the opposite of a small hangar. The space between the two buildings offered a limited view of the grounds. She only saw fields and fields of fall crops and grass.

Then she was forced through another door, this made of metal, which only terrified her more. Metal was hard to break through. Even that she wouldn't have had much chance with a wooden door either, a wall of metal killed the one that she had had. The only way to get out was to find the keys or break the lock. None of the alternatives seemed easy, but she had to at least try if the opportunity presented itself. Not that she was sure it ever would.

She was forced down a staircase, leading down to yet again a concreate floor.

The building must've been built in a slope.

She noted it in her mental notebook. The large space below them was almost empty, only decorated by a few scattered tables, some boxes, and a living room set consisting of a sofa, a TV, and a small table. Her feet hit solid ground, a cloud of dust flaring up. Someone had been living there, but not for a long time. Again, she was dragged forward, this time in the direction of the furniture.

The panic that had slowly ebbed out - probably due to exhaustion and her body's defence setting in, trying to save the energy for when it actually mattered - rose to a full-on volcano, spitting lava everywhere and making her skin burn. She dug her nails into her captor's arm, aiming for the wounds that she had created earlier. This time he swore and flinched, making her finally able to pull her arm lose. She had only taken a few running steps when she was yet again caught and a blow hit her face. She fell to the ground, but was quickly up on her feet again, dizzy from the punch. She couldn't be laying down. She would be exposed, easy to climb up on and... He hit her again, this time in her stomach. All air went out and she doubled over, once again forced to rely on the ground. The concreate floor was rough on her knees. Her lungs screamed for air and she hadn't time to will them to breathe before being kicked aside. And then kicked again, in the ribs.