A Christmas Accident

A Festive Fact

!!TW!! - Physical Assault/ Drugs/ Emotional Manipulation

"Are you sure taking her is the right move boss?" An unfamiliar voice whispered and Sang fought her groan as the noise roused her from sleep.

Pain flared to life as she shifted, and she whimpered, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes as she tried to open them.
Her wrists burned when she tried to lift her hands, and fear filled her as she realised they were tied behind her back.

What the...

"Looks like the princess is awake." Someone sneered and Sang froze as she recalled the voice. Hazy memories drifted forward, and her breath stuttered in her chest as she remembered Greg and his goons taking her.

She had tried fighting to escape, but her small 5-foot 4 self was no match against three men – and the last thing she remembered was pain in the side of her face when Greg hit her.

He must have knocked her out, and it also explained why it felt like the left side of her face was on fire.

If she were honest with herself, her whole body felt like it had been hit by a bus – and that was probably underexaggerating.

"Don't try faking it girly, we know you're awake." Greg hummed, satisfaction radiating from his voice. Sang wanted to scream at him for what he was doing, but she knew she needed to remain calm if she stood any chance of getting free.

Yeah, you and what army?

Flinching against her inner voice, she tried to ignore the rising hopelessness of the situation as she tried to move her legs and realised they were tied to the legs of the chair.

Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes as she blinked them open, and she flinched from the harsh light illuminating the dark space.

Once her vision had cleared, she fought against the headache pounding behind her eyes and focused on the large space around her.

Metal beams loomed overhead, with a single florescent lightbulb swinging from the ceiling. Looking around she saw the broken furniture littering the dirty, stone floor and realised she must have been in an abandoned warehouse of some kind.

Open archways were scattered around, meaning if she could get out of her bindings – she at least had a few options of where to go.

Two men stood a few feet in front of her facing Greg. She remembered one of them from the night she had saved Gabriel. The other was unfamiliar to her.

But her attention fell on the most dangerous of the group. Greg was staring down at her, a menacing smile curving his lips as he loomed above her chair.

She tried not to flinch from the look on his face, memories threatening to overwhelm her from a past she had worked hard to forget.

"Don't look so scared little girly, we're not here for you." Swallowing harshly, she tried not to whimper as his look darkened.

"W-what do y-you want?" She stuttered, forcing her words from numb lips as her heart continued to race. She tried to calm down, but her situation kept her on edge as she was completely vulnerable to the men in the room.

The knowledge that they could do whatever they wanted to her, and she was helpless to fight back almost sent her spiralling into a panic attack.

The only thing that kept her clinging to the edge of sanity was her desperate will to survive.

"Well that's simple really. I want those boyfriend's of yours." Her eyes widened when he mentioned her friends.

"W-what? They're n-not my b-boyfriends." Sang could have slapped herself for focusing on that part of the conversation, but at this point she was barely hanging on to her sanity by a thread.