Stolen

Part 19: Vulnerable

Marilynn crept across the hall. Up ahead was the open door of a bedroom in which stood Ashlee. She could see the front door around the corner, but would have to get past her to be able to escape. When she approached the door, she saw the woman facing the window, allowing Marilynn to slip past -

- and immediately run into Neil, carrying newly-bought supplies from the clinic. "Where are you going, little missy?" he said, dropping the supplies and grabbing her forearms. Marilynn screamed and kicked at him, but then Neil yelled "Ashlee!" and the phone call immediately halted. Ashlee stormed out, taking hold of her by twisting her arms behind her back and clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Get the chloroform!" she yelled at Neil, who immediately left to do so. He returned with a rag which he gave to her, who then pressed it against Marilynn's nose and mouth. The smell stung her nostrils. She could feel her eyelids getting heavy, her efforts becoming more and more futile by the second. Then the darkness, which had until now lurked in the far corners of her being, closed in like the jaws of a monster.


Marilynn wasn't quite awake yet. She didn't want to be. The bed called to her, called her away from the cold and, and... PAIN. It lanced up from her leg like bolts of electricity, forcing her eyes to snap open and her limbs to tense up. Her limbs. She couldn't move them. Why. Marilynn looked down at herself, then at the handcuffs around her wrists and ankles, binding her securely to the bed in a spread-eagle position. She jerked at the fetters - didn't work. She couldn't move more than an inch in any direction, and when she tried, the handcuffs clanked loudly against the four bedposts.

How had they even gotten ahold of those? Then she realized, this was a pretty vulnerable position to be in. In fact, probably the most vulnerable position to be in. Anyone could come along and just...

Before she could finish, though, someone did come along. Two someones, but not the two she had expected. One, she didn't know, and the other, she knew but was horrified to see.

"...Everly?"

Everly Wallace, her classmate in English, representative, and probably the most sought after male in her grade, who had asked her out on multiple occasions and she'd managed to find an excuse every time... And now he stood over her, triumphant as she lay powerless as his captive. It seemed all too deliberate. Marilynn shrank into herself when he spoke.

"A good thing you were alone on Saturday, isn't it?" he goaded, and it all came together. Everly had asked to come over to her house, she'd said he couldn't, because - because she was alone and her father wouldn't let her have guys over when he wasn't there. He must've ordered the robbers to go to her house, but...
"Do they know?" she asked him. "Wh-why are you in cooperation with criminals? You can't do this!" Marilynn struggled against the restraints, but to no avail. Everly had taken something - a rag - and shoved it into her mouth before tying another one around her head. He then sat on top of her and reached down her shorts. "Mmrmph!" she cried, and once more Ashlee saved her when she poked her head in the doorway and told Everly off. "What did I say?! I swear, if you don't get off that sick girl right now, we're all going to the cops!"

He hesitantly dismounted her and said to the woman, scowling, "I just sent you the addresses. Do the one on Kleberg first, they'll be back at 4." "Actually," Ashlee corrected, stepping into the room past the surly looking guy who had accompanied Everly, "Neil and I were thinking of planning a heist. You know, on an actual shop." At this he shrugged. "Do what you like, just don't get caught."