The money, drugs, and temptation - my life on the bad side

Sarra

If I had thought Sarra was crazy while she was in the brothel, then it's nearly impossible to imagine her while I'm tied to a chair in a warehouse with her maliciously beautiful face is towering over me. I can hardly make out anything in the darkness of this huge room, though as my eyes adjust more I realize there is nothing to look at - a few boxes and crates, solid concrete walls and two small windows at the tops of each wall. A pile of what looks like sheets and pillows is a few feet away from me in the middle of the room, and I suppose that is where whoever stays with me overnight will be sleeping. Compared to the chair I am sitting on, it seems like heaven's clouds. 

"So my punishment is looking at your ass-ugly face for the next however long, right?" I snap after some time of heavy, angry silence. I am rewarded with a hard slap to my face, though Sarra does back up a little and sit in the chair across from me. 

"Your punishment, bitch, is that Andrew is driving to your house right now, and you don't know why. Your punishment is not being fed. But I think your real punishment, Tiger, is having such terrific baby-sitters." As she pats me knee like a child and stands up I fight to punch her in the face, remembering, though, that my hands and feet are securely tied to the cold metal chair that I am on, bolted to the floor. 

"And on that note," she says smirking broadly. I think briefly she could be very pretty, if not for the long scar running across her forehead that I can just see peaking out from beneath her bangs, and her evil and cold spirit, "I have to get back to Mama - you see, darling, when people are good to Mama, Mama's good to them. I'm allowed out and in as long as I get my hours done, just like you would have been if you had stayed and been a good girl. She knows where you are now, too - Andrew kept it a secret for a long time but when you betrayed him, he felt like he needed some help from your past to put you back in line. Too bad for you it won't be me. Ta-ta. I'll be back in a few hours to make sure you're still breathing."

"So you're just leaving me here alone now?" I demand to her retreating back.

Sarra throws her head back and laughs wildly, psychotically.

"Of course not, bitch, I'm not that stupid. You're new friend will be in as soon as I leave. Although after you see him you might have wished I left you alone."

The door swings open, letting in more light than it seems I have seen in a long time. I turn my head into my shoulder as there is a little talking, then the sound of many pairs of feet walking in. When the blinding light is gone I raise my head, and as I try and blink the light spots from my eyes one of the many forms I can just make out steps forward from the pack.

"Well well, Tiger, so we meet again." the familiarity of the voice chills my blood, stopping it from moving as it should and slowing it until it feels like tar is trying to make it's way through my veins. 

"Oh god I wish I was alone."

But I wasn't alone. I was with Dan and his gang of angry, horny men. 

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One of them comes around the back and undoes the knots that are keeping my arms painfully behind my back and my shoulder blades squeezed together, while another untied my feet. Once that is finished I straightened my knee hard and fast, and slam my foot into his throat.

He goes down gasping, but I ignore it as I swing around and punch the man behind me in the face. He hunchs over, holding onto his face, and as I straddle the chair I kick him in the side of the knee. 

"Well isn't this fun," says Dan, grabbing both my arms behind me before I have a chance to take out anymore of his friends. I struggle, but as soon as I start kicking my feet another man is holding them, and the two of them carry me as I writh between them to the pile of blankets on the floor.