We Can Sleep Now

Chapter 29

This chapter had references to sexual assault. Please do not read if it is triggering for you.
I love you and want you to be safe.

Rough hands dragged me along the floor, throwin me onto what I guess would be a chair.
"Found this one sneakin round the place." A man's voice said, I sat up straight, throwing a dirty look at the direction the voice was coming from, even though I knew they couldn't see me.
"Is there anyone else here with you?" A different voice asked.
"Do you mean in the buildin or just in general?" I replied snarly, earnin a slap over the head. My head snapped to one side.
"You took that well, don't get smart with us."
"I am already smart, I don't need to get smart." I spat back.
Again I earned a hit, except this time it was a punch. There was one to my face and another to my ribs.
Air wheezed out of my lungs and I gritted my teeth.
"No." I simply answered.
I heard a many laughs inside the room, probably around eight people.
Eight men.
I gave a deep sigh, "look can I go, I don't want any trouble." I said tryin to sound as innocent as possible, although that was difficult because my voice was so deep from the punch.
Again laughter rang out.
"No, I'm afraid I can't let you go, you both belong to Negean now."
There's no way you can take on all these men Beth.
He had said you both, which means there must be another person that was captured, beside me.
My spirits soared as I thought it could be Daryl.
"Aren't you gonna say something sweetcheeks?" The man said, fuck, they would never call Daryl that.
I heard a girl whimper next to me as the man must be close to her.
I struggled without my sight, but I could hear her breath deeply, shakin uncontrollably.
Then she stopped, I guess the man must have left her alone, lettin a deep breath out.
"Feel that?" I jumped back, suddenly something was pressed against my leg, I squirmed in disgust of recognition.
The man laughed, and I hated so badly that I could not see him.
"Everyone back to their positions!" He called in front of me and I listened for the amount of foot steps that left the room leaving three men in here.
Hot blistered fingers grabbed at the hem of shirt, and then the bag on my head.
Slowly the man pulled it over my head.
First thing I noted is that there was a knife in his boot, belt, and one in his hand. We were in what looked like a hotel room, but knowing this was a strip club, it was probably only used for hours at a time. There was a poll infront of the bed, and a cabinet next to me.
On the other side of the bed was the door.
The man who took my bag off had his hands on his knees, kneeling infront of me.
He was younger, maybe thirty, and his beard was shaved in curves and twists, which means he must have access to those sorts of tools.
His eyes were a dark brown, almost black, and I glared right into them with my clear blue ones.
His dark hair was pulled back into a small ponytail.
He shrugged pointing at his un-zippered pants. I continued to glare.
The girl beside me, also tied up on a chair still had the back on her head.
"I'm Chris." The man said, my lips didn't hint at any sign of movement.
He pointed to his open pants again and then placed a finger lightly on his lips.
Chris sat in front of the girl as he had me, pulling down his dirty pants once more, but instead of just pressing up against her leg like he did me, he sat on her lap.
"Fell that?" He asked and the girl sobbed he started to rub himself on her torso and I turned away, not being able to watch.
She started to cry louder and begged him to let her go.
Not long he pulled his pants back up, thankfully and pulled the bag over her head.
She had short blond hair, barely reaching her ears, and she look quite young. I couldn't see her face very well at this angle, but I could tell she was absorbing where we were and how we were going to get out.
There were silver lines down her cheeks.
"Name?" Chris asks, looking at me.
I don't know why, but I don't want to tell him, he doesn't need to know.
"Bree." I lie, my eyes wandering down to my feet.
"Pretty." He coos, "Bree this is Tony, she's been with us for a day now."
My stomach drops, she's been here for a day?
What had she home through?
Why hasn't she escaped?
Do they move her, is that why she still evaluated the room?
Who the hell is Negean?
"We've had lots of fun haven't we Tony?" Chris urges, she nods, knowing she'd get beat if she didn't answer or gave the wrong one.
"We're gonna have fun Bree." He pauses lingering on the sentence, "I like your name, its easy to shout during sex." He grins and laughs when I turn pale.
I will not cry.
"Neagen prefers for us not to rough the girls up a bit, but it'll be our little secret." He winks at me and places a hand on Tony's shoulder, rubbin it as if he were givin her a massage.
"See Bree, there's only so many women left, well alive ones, and we got a bunch of men who have all these natural urges, don't you wanna be a good person and help them out?"
He made it sound like we were nothing but bodies to suffice to mens sexual needs.
He continued to rub Tony's shoulder, movin to her neck.
I stared at his movements, repulsed.
"Well do you?" Chris asks again.
"Does it matter if I do or don't?" I say,
"It does, if you help one of us out now, while you want, we won't come back when you go to Negeans, but if you don't, well..." he let the words linger j the air.
"Fuck you." I swore at him, I know daddy never wanted me to curse, but that was the only thing I felt needed to be said.
He came towards me, and I stared him down until I felt the rope around my wrist loosen, and then he moved to my feet.
"This" he states forcefully, gesturing to   Tony and myself "is what we have to resort to because you shitty women won't do the only thing your good for!" He spat at me, grabbing me by my hair.
Tony sits still tied to a chair, he removes the bag from her head.
She looks at me, really looks at me for the first time and can tell she's been here for a few days, her eyes swollen from tears but also from bruises that lined her jaw.
My face is pale and I feel very dizzy.
"Yes or no?"
He asks again. This sick son of a mother fucking bitch.
I spit, at his face, "fuck you." I say again.
Slowly he wipes the spit off his face, then brings his fingers to his mouth licking them off.
"I like you." Chris says.
"No." I grunt bringing my knee up between his legs.
He folds them up in pain and I make a break for it, scrambling across the bed, running for the door.
But he grabs hold of my foot bringing my tumbling to the ground.
"Not, so, fast." He wheezes still in pain. I scream but before I know it his fist comes down on my face.
There is a brief moment where I feel like it didn't affect me. But then the darkness comes into my vision, and I slide from consciousness.
I wake up sitting in the same chair I had been tied to earlier.
I didn't feel different, except my head hurt.
"You awake?" I look up, Chris is sitting beside the window, staring at it.
The memories flood back to me and my muscles tense up, strainin against the bonds.
Chris walks over, rubbin his thumb along my forehead.
Then he placed his hand in front of me.
There was blood all along it, so there must be a cut or something, only I don't remember from what.
"You tried to run last night, during our  conversation."
Run?
"Are you going to let me go?" I spat at him, searching the room for Tony.
"Not yet."
He finishes off with a grin.
"How long was I out?"
"Six hours"
I heard shouting downstairs, and he went to check the window.
My heart swelled.
Oh God the relief. I sent a prayer up, tears flooding my eyes.
My eyes flew open when a loud bang erupted throughout the room.