Kidnapped

Coming to an end

I was stuck on the floor, Denim Guy pinning me down with his body. His breath smelled like an entire liquor store as he breathed heavily against my face. His hand touched me, slowly going down to my panties.

I couldn´t breath as panick closed in on me and I desperately tried to push him away from me. I hit him, I kicked, I even screamed, but nothing  seemed to be working. He was between my legs, pushing aside my panties.

Pain, when he pushed two fingers inside of me, hard. He continued to thrust them inside of me and kissed my neck as I screamed. Tears made their way down my cheeks as I realized there was no way for me to get out of this. I looked over at James and catched his eyes. They were red from crying and he looked at me with a sadness I had never seen before.

My heart broke inside as I realized that he had given up. No, I wouldn´t let him give up. I couldn´t let him die! Not like this. Don´t worry Jamie, darling. I will get us out of here. I love you!

I wouldn´t let myself give up. I still had James to think about and I couldn´t let him see this. I wouldn´t let him watch me get raped. I wouldn´t let him get abused no more. No fucking way! Enough! I wouldn´t take it anymore.

I looked up at Denim Guy, leaning over me with his body. "You know you like this, baby", he moaned in my ear. "Come on, scream for me. Tell me how much you love it!" 

Like in a trance, I waited for the right moment. I was completely calm. The pain was gone, replaced by determination. I had turned off my emotions, just like I had learned to do over the weeks. As Denim Guy looked up at me I took a deep breath.Then I thrust my finger into his right eye. Hard.

A painful howl came from him as he flew off of me, his hand over his eyesocket. Surprised, I looked down at my finger. Something that used to be an eye was stuck on it. Feeling absolutely nothing, I threw it away from me on the floor, without another glance on it.

"You bitch! You fucking bitch! My eye, Oh my God, my eye!" Denim Guy screamed at me, with one hand over his empty eyesocket. Blood was pouring down his face, staining his denim shirt and the floor. Before I could react, he reached for his gun and pointed it at me.

Time slowed down as that gun was pointed at me. Everything probably happened within a few seconds, but for me it was more like minutes. I was aware of everything going on araound me. The cloth was apparently out of James´s mouth, because he was screaming my name. Number two and Old Ugly were still holding him down but they looked confused. I guess they where wondering if they should go help their boss or not.

I could see the trigger being pulled and the evil smirk on his face.

I could feel the impact as the bullet hit my left shoulder. I could feel myself being thrown back to the floor and how my head hit something hard. But the pain didn´t come. I had turned them off. My emotions.

Up until that moment everything had been perfectly clear to me. What happened next was a blurr. I could feel myself being kicked, over and over again. I could almost hear the bones crack in my body. I could se James, next to me, getting the same treatment. But I wasn´t afraid. Not yet anyway.

I remember seeing Denim Guy, looking down on my limp body one last time. He spit in my face. Then he turned around and left. There was no energy left in me to wipe off the spit, so I just lay there. Naked. Broken. Until I finally started to drift off ...

I was laying on a beach. The sun stood high on the sky, still the air was very cold. Almost as if it was night. I was wearing a long, white dress and no shoes. It felt good. Normal. Even though I never wear clothes like that.

James was sitting next to me. He was so handsome, the hair standing in all directions and his eyes were sparkling. He was wearing white pants and no shirt.He wasn´t just handsome. He was beautiful.