Dana

Chapter Four

He smiled for barely three seconds and then his frown was back.

I stared back at his perfectly sculpted face in disbelief, "kidnapping me? Are you out of your mi-"

Before I could finish my sentence, he tightened his hold on my upper arm. He had a steel grip and I couldn't move an inch. But I struggled anyway and lashed out at him with my other arm, aiming punches at his arms and chest.

It was no use; he was taller and much stronger than me, his chest hard and he didn't even flinch from the impact of my punches. I had thought I punched pretty good, Hunter and I boxed at the gym whenever he came home.

He captured both my arms with one hand in one swift move and pressed them behind my back. I gasped in pain as he pulled me back by my twisted arms so my back pressed into his chest.

With his other hand he quickly pulled a needle out of his pocket. 'Holy shit he's going to sedate me, oh God this can't be happening,' my thoughts are muddled and frantic as I try to process the situation.

Before he could stick the needle into my back, I somehow twisted back around and faced him, still struggling against him. He wasn't fazed and reached around me injecting the liquid into the base of my neck.

I felt the sharp sting and almost immediately my vision started blurring. I felt weak. I looked up at his blurring features. The well defined jawline, the straight nose and copper eyebrows pulled together in a scowl.

He was looking right back at me with that scowl. Why is he always scowling? And those full lips, if only I could see them smile once more, I wouldn't mind being taken at all. What? What was I thinking? I tried to fight the strange thoughts and effects of the sedative but I gave in as my knees buckled and I stumbled forward.

He caught me, his large hands grasped tightly on my waist and holding me up.

My head rolled to the side and I rested it on his shoulder but he moved away, pulling me along with him as he dragged me outside the house. Everything was strangely blurred as if I was in a dream.

I kept waiting subconsciously till I blacked out but I didn't. I felt really dizzy and everything was spinning, spiraling.

He dragged me roughly and didn't wait for me get back up when I stumbled; just kept dragging me. My arms and knees scraped against the ground. The pain was dulled by the drug.

I heard voices appearing out of nowhere and in my confused state looked around to see two tall men coming towards us.

As they came closer I noticed they were dressed like my kidnapper. One of them was blonde and the other had dark hair. That's about as much as I could make out in my half consciousness.

They were talking to green eyes and I could only make out a few scattered words.

"Check-"

"no time,"

"panic attack-"

All of a sudden, I heard a familiar voice in the distance.

"Dana! Hey, who are you? What are guys doing?"

Hunter! Oh God, thank you, I'm saved!

I saw him coming closer and then the blonde man walked right up to him and kicked him in the gut.

It was so fast I didn't even realize what he was about to do until it was too late.

"Hunter! No!" I screamed but no one paid any attention.

I fought against the hold on my arms but to no avail.

"That's your brother?" He asked in his smooth voice.

"Yes that's my fucking brother and don't you dare do anything to him! Please don't kill him, please! I'm begging you!"

I struggled for clarity, but it was no use.

They were kicking him repeatedly.

I faded in and out of darkness. He was gone; he had released me and I was on the ground.

And then I saw him standing over my brother. Hunter was curled up on the ground, and I couldn't tell if he was conscious.

That bastard! I had just begged him not to hurt my brother. Who were these people? What the fuck did they want from us?

After a minute all three of them strolled back to where I was.

"You assholes! What did you do to him?!"

Green eyes dragged me up and shoved me forward so he walked behind me.

I fought to look back at Hunter who was stirring slightly.

"He'll be fine."

I wanted to punch his pretty face for saying that but I resigned to glaring at him with half open eyes.

He pushed me towards a black BMW parked a street away which I hadn't noticed before.

The dark haired man turned to my kidnapper and said something like, "Noone else, is there Jared? Great checking by the way."

One of his accomplices opened the door to the backseat and he shoved me inside roughly. They closed and locked the door.

So his name was Jared. It suited him, I thought. Jared. I wondered what his last name was.

The blonde man and Jared got in the front while the dark haired man sat in the back with me.

He reached out suddenly and even in my befuddled state I could smell him as he reached his arms behind my head with something black.

He smelled like gasoline and smoke. I coughed and gagged.

He blindfolded me, shaking my shoulders violently when my head drooped.

Shit. I was blindfolded.

He moved back, but put a hand on my thigh.

The car was moving.

I felt his hand, now reaching  underneath my shirt.

Then he said in his gravelly voice, "Hey Jared, nice catch, can I have a go at her before you do?"

I shivered and tried to slow down my heavy breathing, fighting to stay conscious.