Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

Rescue

Request - The reader is caught up in the Dutton's drama and is taken as collateral against Kayce (like when Beth is a hostage in her office, swapping Beth and Rip for the reader and Kayce). Kacey gets the call and races to save her, does that make sense??

You hadn't been able to see for a while now, you weren't sure how long it's been. You do know they put you in a car or something and drove for a long time...or at least it felt like a long time. Then they half carried, half dragged you for a little bit over what you thought was ground, and then wooden floors. Now you were seated on a chair of some kind and it was silent. Your wrists were tied behind your back but a rope or something.

"Take the blindfold off her," A voice barked out and made you jump.

Soon whatever was over your eyes was ripped off your face harshly. There was a blinding light off to your right side, so you quickly looked to your left, shutting your eyes. The light was moved over and you felt a hand grab your chin, roughly forcing you to face forward.

"Open your eyes, bitch," That same voice snarled at you.

Slowly your eyes adjusted again to a very angry, ugly face. He didn't look like he was older than forty or so, but the marks on his skin from his meth addiction told you not to believe what you saw. His teeth were yellow but his eyes are what scared you the most. They were hollow, lacking any sort of emotion to them.

"Are you Y/N Y/LN?" The man asked you.

You didn't answer him. You were terrified.

One minute you were walking back to your truck from the feed store with your small bag of items and the next something hit you over your head, knocking you to the ground. You weren't knocked out, but the pain seared through you, making you an easy target for whoever this man was. You blinked and saw two other men standing behind him...they all looked the exact same.

The man near you reached across his chest and you braced yourself. His hand smacked the side of your face, the impact was brutal as your head twisted to the left. You could almost taste blood in your mouth.

"Anwer me, bitch," He sneered at you.

You held your breath as you looked back at him, still not answering him. The man looked over his shoulder at one of the other men.

"Did you pick up the wrong fuckin girl?" He growled.

"She was in a Yellowstone truck!" The guy shrugged.

You felt your heart sink. So this didn't really have to do with you, but more so with your boyfriend's family's ranch. That made way more sense, seeing as how the Duttons were always in trouble...but you had never been brought into the trouble to this degree before.

You immediately wanted Kayce. While you constantly worried about his well-being with his job and all the mess his father had caused over the years, Kayce was trained for situations like this. If you knew what time it was you could maybe see if enough time had passed and Kayce would start to wonder where you were.

The man's face looked back at you and you flinched.

"This is her," He nodded, standing back up. "Terry said she was a looker."

"Fucking Duttons really do get everything," One of the other guys said and you felt a shiver run through your body.

The man's fingers slid down your cheek and you turned your head away, feeling dirty. You were in some sort of barn from what you could tell by glancing around.

"Maybe she's got more fight in her than we think," The guy said and grabbed your chin roughly.

You tried to shake your head but he held you tighter. He stepped forward, his crotch mere inches from your face now and you shut your eyes briefly. You could get the rope off your wrists behind you...there was no way out of this.