Run (a Taylor Swift Story)

3- Mick

There was a sharp bang on the door, causing both girls' eyes to snap open. They quickly pulled away from each other, realizing they had subconsciously cuddled in their sleep. The door swung open with a crash, revealing Doug and Apex, handcuffs in one hand and a sack in the other.

"Get up!" Doug snapped, grabbing Taylor's arm. Apex yanked Carrie to the side, and the men roughly chained their hands behind their backs before pulling sacks over their heads.

Without a word, they led the girls out of the room, forcing them into single file, dragging them down the corridor. The girls, unable to see, stumbled in their wake.

"Hurry up!" Doug growled as he climbed the stone steps behind Carrie, with Taylor struggling to keep up. Eventually, they reached the top and made their way down a carpeted corridor. They turned right, then left, then left again, and up another flight of stairs.

After several more twists and turns, they halted in front of a door. The men ripped the sacks from the girls’ heads, tossing them aside. Taylor glanced back at Carrie, but Doug slapped her cheek, ordering her to face forward. He knocked on the door, and a gruff voice called, “Come in.” He opened it.

The men led the girls inside, stopping them in the middle of the room.

“You’ve got another one, I see,” the man, Mick, sneered.

“Yes, she was a witness, so we had to take her too,” Apex said nervously, lowering his head.

“Perfect,” Mick smirked, shooing the two men away. They exited, leaving Taylor, Carrie, and Mick alone.

“Name?” Mick asked, stepping toward Carrie.

“Carrie,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on the carpet.

“Full name, speak up,” he snapped, grabbing her chin and jerking her face up to meet his.

“Carrie Thompson,” she mumbled, her voice trembling.

“And you?” Mick sneered, turning his gaze to Taylor.

“Taylor Swift,” she replied, her voice shaky with fear.

Mick studied her for a moment before turning back to Carrie. He ran a finger down the side of her face, licking his lips.

“Aren’t you a beauty,” he grinned. Carrie shifted uncomfortably, and Taylor’s eyes flickered to her nervously.

“How old are you?” Mick asked, lifting Carrie’s arm.

“Um... I’m 27,” Carrie mumbled.

“Okay...” Mick said, stepping toward Taylor.

“And you,” he snarled. He brushed Taylor’s hair away from her face to get a better look at her.

“Perfect,” he smirked. “How old are you? You can’t be more than your early twenties.”

“I’m 22,” Taylor whispered.

“Ah, perfect. I like ‘em young.” He lifted her t-shirt slightly, then glanced over at Carrie. “We need to get you new clothes,” he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Ones that come off easily.”

Taylor and Carrie exchanged a frightened glance, their eyes wide.

“Stop looking at each other,” Mick barked. Both girls quickly faced forward.

“Okay, take your clothes off, and I’ll get someone to bring you new ones,” he instructed.

“I-What?” Taylor stuttered.

“No questions—just take them off!” Mick shouted, slapping Taylor hard across the face. She stumbled back, her hand flying to her burning cheek.

“Hurry up!” Mick snarled, nodding approvingly at Carrie, who had already removed her shirt.

With shaking hands, Taylor began to undress, and soon both girls were standing in only their underwear. They wrapped their arms protectively around their bodies, the pile of their discarded clothes on the floor between them.

“Apex! Doug?” Mick called, and immediately the two men burst in through the door. They eyed the girls hungrily, waiting for instructions.

“Get them clothes. Something simple,” Mick ordered. The men nodded and quickly exited the room.

“You hungry?” Mick asked, moving behind Carrie and running a hand over her ass. She flinched, pulling away, but nodded.

“And you, blondie?” Mick asked, turning to Taylor. Taylor nodded, still staring at the floor.

Mick went to his drawer and pulled out a packet of crackers.

“This’ll be your last good meal for a while, so eat up,” he said, tossing the packet to Carrie. She ripped it open, handing one to Taylor before taking one for herself. The two girls sat on the floor, eating silently.

“You okay?” Carrie whispered, glancing at Taylor’s still-red cheek.

Taylor nodded. “You?”

“Yep,” Carrie said, reaching for another cracker. She held one out to Taylor, who took it with a grateful look.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and it swung open. Apex and Doug entered, each holding a white bundle of fabric.

“Stand up!” Mick barked. Both girls jumped to their feet. Doug went to Taylor, handing her the fabric, and running a hand up her thigh as she shivered uncomfortably.

“No touching, she’s mine,” Mick snapped, and Doug quickly recoiled.

“Hurry up, get changed,” Mick ordered, tapping his foot impatiently.

The girls unfolded the fabric to reveal white, grimy t-shirts. They pulled them on over their heads—Carrie’s reached mid-thigh, Taylor’s down to her knees.

“You can go,” Mick said, his grin widening. “I look forward to all the fun we’ll have tomorrow.”

A/N sorry it's taken me so long to post