A Year and 365 Days

Chapter 4

Never had I ever felt so cold, even during the New York winters, I was colder than that. The cold concrete floor didn't held either. Silence was forced upon me by a gag in my mouth. Silver handcuffs rested on my already sore wrists.

My own cuffs.

Stopping to listen to my surroundings, I let the light rain drown out the pain I was currently in. My bloodshot eyes searched for a way out. A white door was in the corner of the room with a silver gate in front of it on the inside, facing me. Not knowing how much pain that would soon endow me, I heard slight shuffling outside the door. My body squished into the smallest corner it had behind it. The door opened. Two men with familiar faces entered.

"Hey good-looking." The familiar foreign voice said

When Olivia was in the car, she remembered the two men, both were white, but one was foreign with a slim structure of a face, and brown hair. This other man was white, had a stocky build with long limbs, an American accent, and black hair.

Cringing back into the corner from the two men approaching me, I remembered the brutal slap from the larger man. I didn't know how long I had been in the room, or how I got in here. The slimmer man approached me first, brushing his hand across exposed collar bones, thanks to my v neck shirt.

"We got a whole lot of plans for you." He commented taking his hand off me
"Maybe, if we take that gag off your mouth, you'll tell us your name?" The heavier built man said
"Ah yes, maybe so, just don't scream, or your gonna get it." The other continued

Before he came close to me, both men stepped out of the room, locking the gate behind them. I heard the name Damien, from the American, and soon the foreign man responded. Learning the names was a step in the direction as to who I was taken from and why.

"Alex, make sure you keep her in good condition, we need her to stay that way for the future." Damien said

Alex was the heavier built man with the American accent, and Damien was the slim man with a foreign accent, from somewhere in Europe, I couldn't figure if out yet. Alex came in alone with a few things in his hand. Rope, a CVS pharmacy bag, and a pair of clothes. The gate slammed shut with a click in it, and same with the white door. This reputation I had built with this man already was that he was used to using his power to get his way around.

"Let me take that gag out of your mouth so you can speak."

Alex dropped the bag to the side, then ripping the gag from my mouth with such varicosity, I moved my head away, feeling the slight pain rip on my lips and mouth.

"I'm going to uncuff you, now if you try anything, you'll regret it."
"Okay" I responded standing up, still in the corner with Alex across the room

Alex approached me, grabbing my shoulder, forcefully turning me around to prevent me facing him from the corner I was previously in. Twisting my wrists into an uncomfortable position, he was behind me, close enough to breathe on my neck. Fooling with the key in his pocket that he'd taken from me at some point, it fell to the floor. Held against a wall with a man holding my arms behind my back, it brought the worst thoughts to my mind.

Alex brushed down my back, being the taller one, (I was only a 5,8 woman, and this man was nearly 6,4), he grabbed the key off the floor and came back to a halt. His right hand brushed up my back thigh, and then to my backside.

"Somebody's been working out." He said as he placed his hand on my backside with more force

Using all the force I could muster, I pulled my foot around his, pushing him off balance, and knocking him off me with my elbows, even having my hands cuffed, I could at least try and take down a 6,4 man from assaulting me any more than he already had. Soon, I realized that I had just made my move and there wasn't any chance at escape.