Breaking Clarisse ***completed***

2. Taken

Kylie

My eyes jolt open at the sound of a thud. Feeling my head bounce off the floor of the moving vehicle waking me from my sleep. My eyes adjust to the darkness as they search the surroundings. The pain in my head throbbing as I reach behind in search for the culprit. Finding a tender bump the size of a golf ball.

Trying desperately to remember how I found myself inside this rank van. As my eyes have adjusted to the lighting I notice others like me scattered around still asleep. All but one girl crying in the corner. She's alot younger than the rest.

I move in to comfort the girl but the girl pushes away like I might hurt her.

Hey I'm Kylie I whispered holding my hand to my chest. What's your name. I asked pointing it towards her in hopes she understands me.

The girl started to speak in another language probably Chinese but it was enough to understand that the girl was frightened. She finally warmed up to me and snaked her arms around my waist for comfort. I held her tightly, more for me I think.

My mind drifted back to the last thing I could remember. It was late. I stayed longer at the library to finish that paper that would be due the following day. They must have taken me as I left the building. The more she tried to remember the more pain she felt.

Then the car jolts to a stop. Tires creeking to a dead silence. The only sound left was that of footsteps that clearly lead to our unending doom.

The girls cries get louder and more irratic as she tightens her grip. Scared of what might open those doors.

Its ok I tried to say. I think that a part of me honestly believed it when I said it. She didnt believe me either way but I felt better saying it.

The doors finally swing open and two men start yelling for us to get up.

You! The man pointed to me. If you dont care for violence then you help us get everyone out.

I agreed. Helping the others out and we walked single file into an abandoned warehouse of some kind. Looking around there wasn't much else. A dried up field and maybe what looked like old train tracks that led east.

The man they call Simon seemed to be in charge. He wasn't as big as the other men but he didn't need to be. He was quieter which always made me feel at a distance. It was the quiet ones you always had to worry about. He seemed to be in a decent mood until he snapped. Not really knowing what it was that pushed him over the edge but when it happened trouble always followed.

I didn't know the others names but it was always the two that usually moved us around. Simon was just there when things didn't go as planned. Or when someone fought back. Which was me most of the time. I was lucky Simon took a liking to me. Honestly I saw them kill girls for less.

We moved around often. This last place they pulled us separate to take our photo and I was the only one tied strung up with my arms behind my back. I couldnt help but cry. Being held in this position wasn't exactly comforting.

Maybe we should leave you like this honey. One laughed as he slid his hand up my thigh.

Don't fucking touch asshole. Simon spoke before positioning himself between us.

Fuck off hows he gonna know we've touched her. Its not like shes a Virgin.

You don't want to mess with these guys you idiot. Just don't fucking touch her.

Not that I wasnt greatful but why me. I watched as they hurt and raped others but I couldn't be touched. He mentioned guys plural. What guys? Would they be monsters?