Unwanted Cupcakes

Chapter Twenty Seven

Once inside the building, Vince leaves-- causing one of the guys patrolling Flynn to take his place holding my arm-- and we're dragged to the first door on the left.

Inside, there's four chairs and a bed (I didn't even want to question why) with ropes next to them (the totally inappropriate side of me blurts out, "kinky"). The chairs are spread out so that they aren't close at all and they seem to be bolted down. No window can be seen and the only way out is the door being used to bring us in.

Lexis and Flynn get shoved in first-- the men pushing them down onto the chairs with unnecessary force and, bringing their arms behind the chair, tying their hands together.

Alisha goes next, and just when I'm about to be roped down, Vince walks in. "Not her, Chase wants to deal with her himself."

"Faye!" Lexis shouts when I'm being pulled out of the room, trying to get up but failing due to the restriction.

"Shut up!" One of the men beside him hiss, punching him square across the jaw. Flynn and Alisha's yells get drowned out by the door being slammed shut.

"You fucking shit!" I growl, elbowing the guy holding me. He groans and lessens his grip just enough for me to get out of it.

I leap onto Vince and punch him hard enough so that it knocks him off balance causing him to fall and for my hand to turn to like a bitch.

Two guys rush out at the commotion and immediately run towards me, going to grab me but the arms of the guy who was holding me gets there first. Vince gets up and spits to his left, blood mixing with saliva.

He's just about to retaliate, his hand raised to hit me when a voice stops him, "Vince, don't." My head whips to the left to see the reason I'm here in the first place; Chase. He's seated on a wheel chair, one leg elevated, his eyes blazing fury that's barely being contained. "I've got something better in mind. Take her to room six."

The man nods, instantly complying. He yanks me forward-- again, with unnecessary force-- and take me to whatever the hell 'room six' is. Turns out it isn't that far away, only having to walk a short distance.

The room itself looks as if it was made to hold the fucking Hulk prisoner. The door is much like Lexis' one back at his house yet with many more locks and the inside being in a much worse condition than 'my room'.

The concrete walls are stained with red splatters-- which, I'm just going to go ahead and assume is blood-- and only an unattractive-looking bulb dangling down from above is the light source. There's metal chains attached on each wall, with cuffs on the end-- some coming up to my arms and others up to my feet.

He shoves me inside, another joining to stand guard at the door. The one shoving while grabs two of the chains and attempts to attach them to my wrists. The key word there being attempts as I, of course, make a break for it, but the guy at the door grabs me-- these people really have a thing for grabbing me-- and holding me down while the other one attaches a cuff to both of my wrists and then both of my ankles.

"Y'know this is really unnecessary," I say, shaking them off once they're done. "I won't even be able to get through the two of you forget the damn door."

The one who put the cuffs on-- let's call him cuff-guy-- rolls his eyes and stays inside while the other one-- door-guy-- acts as if I didn't say a word and walks out, shutting the door behind him. I hear the multiple locks being put in place and sigh.

Taking a seat on the floor, I lean against one of the walls and look up at cuff-guy when he stares down at me. On looking at him properly, he's actually quite attractive-- which isn't at all shocking.

He seems to be around Lexis' age with light brown hair and equally brown eyes framed with unfairly long lashes that I kind of want to tug on to see if they're real. After realising I'm now the one that's staring, I clear my throat, "Can I help you?"

Cuff-guy raises an eyebrow. "What's the deal with you? Why has Chase ordered for us to lock you up in here and for me to keep watch on you 24/7?"

I shrug my shoulders. "You're asking me."

"I am asking you," cuff-guy retorts smartly, taking a seat opposite me, right next to the door, hand on the gun in his pocket as if expecting me to attack him.

I roll my eyes. "I'm harmless, I swear. I'm just maybe, possibly, the reason Chase is in a wheelchair."

His eyes bug out of his head and his jaw drops. "You? You shot him?"

"Yes, why does everyone seem so surprised at that; don't look surprised. The reason he got shot in the first place was because he's an asshole and he underestimated me."

"He is quite an asshole." Cuff-guy nods, voice lower as if Chase was on the other side of the door listening in.

"Well, you're not like the rest of them." I tilt my head towards the door to gesture to the other men working with Chase. "What's your deal?"

Cuff-guy sighs. "It's a long story."

Rolling my eyes, I lift up my hands that are chained to the wall. "I think I've got time."

"Okay, well, I don't feel like saying."

"Suit yourself. At least tell me your name? I've been calling you cuff-guy in my head."

Cuff-guy laughs. "The names Dan."

"Nice name, Daniel," I say, nodding as if giving my approval.

"It's not Daniel, it's Dan," Dan corrects.

I shake my head. "Daniel. It's either that or d-bag."

Dan rolls his eyes and huffs. "What's your name, then?"

"I'm sure you'll find out sooner or later," I say, smiling deviously.

"What!" He pouts making him look incredibly childish and the gun sticking out of his pocket suddenly looks out of place on him. "That's not fair, I told you my name."

"Life's not fair. At least you're not the one chained to a wall with your friends and cousin in a different room from you tied down to chairs with no hope of getting out and knowing that you'll possibly end up getting killed because you shot the enemy, which no one believes."

"Touché."

A/N

Well then. Okay then. Well. Okay. Then.

I don't want to go through with what I have planned; I really don't. Buuuuuuut I will because I'm a bitch and this is what I want to happen *cue evil laugh*.

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'Till next time my little poop nuggets,

-S