Her Sinners (Somerville #1)

Chapter 57

Stevie's Pov

I come too, my screaming headache surging forward. My head feeling like a block of cement as I try to remember where I am.

The moment my eyes adjust, the blackness surronding my eyes, I notice I can't see anything.

I recall leaving the lockerroom, and then I felt something hit the back of my head. Everything after is a blank.

All I can hear now is the rapid pounding of my heat as I rush to clear my line of vision, but as I go to pull whatever is blocking my sight, my arms want move.

I come to realize my arms tied to something. My breathing becoming erratic as I start to panic. Where am I? What happen? A million questions fire off inside my head as I keep trying to free my hands.

The sounds of my heart, and heavy breathing block out any other sounds from where ever the hell I am.

How do I get out of this? What would Sin do? My solutions of trying to get free the only thing making me still work at my hands.

I whisper to myself, "Calm down Stevie. Listen." I decide to actually take a chance and listen, breathing slowly in and out of my nose. Calming the rushing sounds of my heart. Trying to make clear of where I actually am.

I strain to listen, to give me any actual clue of whoever took me. In the distance to my right, I can hear the dripping of water. The sounds of thumping. Like music...to my left I can make out metal clinking softly together, and something else.

I strain harder, as I come to realize I am picking up soft whispers of someone's voice. Nothing close enough to actually undestand what they are saying, but like the sound of the wind whistling, is someone's voice to the far left of me.

The timbres of the voice getting closer. My mouth suddenly getting dry. And my hands pulling at whatever I am tied too. The sounds of footsteps thundering along the floor. The sound echoing loudly enough to let me know its concrete.

I can feel the nerves inside my skin, my muscles tense as I prepare myself for the worst. I could feel the tension in the room. As I felt eyes on me.

My voice caught in my throat, as someone moves to take the bag off my head. Instinct in my starts to thrash and fight. To get who ever is touching me stopping and not to do it again.

I scream and snarl, as my mouth comes into contact with skim. I bite down hard hearing a groan, and a curse. "You fucking bitch."

I hear a clipped tone, "Hold her down." Before I could register I felt a weight on my body, my fight completely paralyzed from the amount of weight on me.

My breathing cut off as someone goes to my head again, completely taking off the bag. The first thing I notice is the yellowish lighting fixture. My eyes wincing from the brightness as the bare bulp swings in the damp room.

I take in the abandoned looking kitchen area I am in as I take in my captures. The guy holding me down has pale white skin, sunken in cheeks. A vacant expression as he leers down at me with a satisfied smile. My skin crawls from the linger heat in his eyes. The man to my left, huge, bigger than a house.

I jump back scared, as he watches me with dark caculating eyes. His attention flickering all over me, I thought I may have saw something like worry flash in his eyes, but the expression disappears quick before hardening. His gaze moving to the front. "What now boss?"

I quickly turn my attention to the front of me as I kick my way around from the guy trying to cop a feel. I kick him as hard as I can, the empact hitting him just below his jaw. The grunt of his pain fills me with satisfaction, but quickly dispersing the moment I make eye contact with him.