Escape ~ S.Harrington

47} We're Officially Russian Prisoners! Great!

Jenna was left by herself for probably fifteen to twenty minutes before two guards and the bald man came in.
"Let's have a nice little chit-chat, shall we?" The bald man condescendingly asked her.
"I'd rather eat my own shoe," She winced as she sat up.
"Who do you work for?" He got straight to business.
"Seriously? Look at my fucking uniform. I work for the ice cream shop in the mall."
"Don't be stupid with me, I saw what you did to my guards. Who do you work for?"
"I quite literally work for Scoops Ahoy. I'm the manager."

"Who do you work for!?"
"SCOOPS AHOY!"
He slapped her straight across the face to shut her up.
"Let's try this again. Who. Do. You. Work. For."
"Scoops. Ahoy-"
One of the guards kicked her in the gut, sending her backwards into the wall. She desperately wanted to fight back, but knew it would only get her into more trouble.
"Why are you here?"
"We came down here looking for our shipment of stuff for the store and got trapped in your elevator of death. Anything else Mister-"

The other guard punched her in the mouth. Jenna picked her head back up and spat blood onto the floor.
"Enough with this," The bald man rolled his eyes, "Bring her in with the boy."
He waved his hands and the guards dragged her down the hallway into the room Steve was in. She looked around to find him lying unconscious on the floor next to her.
"Steve! Hey, idiots! I told you not to hurt him! What the fu-"
One of the guards kicked her again in the stomach to shut her up. The bald man suddenly walked in to get the situation sorted out.
"What the fuck did you guys do to him!?" The man slapped Jenna across the face once again, but it didn't stop her yelling, "Fuck you! I told you not to hurt him! I even asked nicely AND in Russian! What the fuck!?"

The man told the guards to put Jenna and Steve into chairs and to tie them together. They roughly grabbed a fighting Jenna and unconscious Steve and placed them into chairs—which they set back-to-back—and tied the two together at the chest.
"Steve, please wake up," Jenna pleaded, "Just please wake up."
The bald man walked over to Steve and picked up his face.
"Don't you fucking touch him!" Jenna snapped.
He clicked his tongue, "I think your friend needs a doctor. Good thing... we have the very best." He leaned down near Jenna's face.
He started laughing along with all of the guards, which severely pissed Jenna off. She smiled at him before spitting a concoction of saliva and blood in his face.

He stopped laughing and wiped his face clean, also wiping his smile away.
"You're going to regret that, cyka." He warned her.
"Fuck you-" He motioned for one of the guards, who came over and punched her right in the nose, causing it to erupt with blood pouring down her face. The men all left the room, leaving Jenna and Steve sitting there helplessly.
Jenna kept muttering, "Wake up, Steve," or "Steve, just say something, please."

"Hey," Steve said, finally, "I'm up. Stop yelling."
"Oh, thank god," She let out a sigh of relief, "I thought you were dead. How are you feeling right now? You looked pretty shitty earlier."
"Well, my ears are ringing, and I can't really breathe. My eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that, I'm doing pretty good. How about you?"
"I think I have, like, twenty broken ribs, my nose won't stop bleeding, it feels like my head is exploding, and I feel a couple of teeth loose. I guess I'm doing pretty well, too."

"This is terrific."
"Hey, they said they were calling a doctor. I couldn't tell if they were serious or joking when they said it since they were laughing, but let's hope for the best."
"How do you always know how to make me feel better?"
"Because I'm a beacon of light; lighting the way with my awful sense of humor. Oh, shit!"
"What?"
"I think... I can grab my Walkman. Ah hah!" She pulled it out of her front pocket, "Got it, now let's play some tunes!"