Daughter of the Devil

Chapter 15

A man yanked my arm and drug me out of the car. I tried to move my hands but I was wearing handcuffs. He put a handgun to my head and poked my skull with it.

"Move and I'll blow your brains out." He grunted into my ear.

"I didn't play on it." I said. He pushed the gun into my harder his grip on my arm was getting tighter.

"Shut up. You're already in enough trouble as is." He thrusted me forward. So many thoughts were racing in my mind, mainly fear. My heart started pounding faster and faster. The building we were walking towards was unfinished, along with the surrounding ones. A crane was on the outside of the back of the building.
He pushed me into the door and it fell open. Inside there were four men with automatic rifles. They were muscular with a bunch of tattoos, some were symbols. Others were pictures, one bald man had the mom cliché on his forehead. We walked up stairs. On the level we stopped on there was a couple people tied up to chairs and in handcuffs. The wall to the left was incomplete, a few pipes came from the floor to ceiling. Another man stood by the left wall with a gun. He was wearing a mechanic's jump-suit and was bald. All of a sudden I had a feeling this place was familiar. I tried to think why it had such a familiar vibe, but too many thoughts were racing in my mind to try and grasp one specific memory of this place. The man clenching my arm with the gun to my head pulled me toward the other end of the room. He slammed me down into a metal chair. He duct-taped my ankles together and tied me to the chair. Finally, he put a strip of tape on my mouth. A part of me wanted to resist but the rest of me wanted to choose life. I started to squirm subtly in my chair, I don't know what it was supposed to accomplish. Without thinking, I started to be less subtle and started wiggling relentlessly. All of a sudden, the guy struck his hand across my face. He wrapped me by my arms, grip even tighter than before, I could feel the tension building up.

"I'm not gonna kill you, probably. But if you keep this up, you're gonna make me rethink that. So if you don't want this room to be decorated with your blood, I advise you to knock it off!" Those words were almost too bitter to hear. "And that goes for all of you!" Nobody said anything, considering they all had duct tape on their mouths. They just glared at him with worrisome looks. He turned towards the door, opened it and
If I just got hit for moving, I didn't want to know what would happen if I were to get free.
I stared at the floor, my head was hanging down, there was nothing more to do but hope something would happen. All of a sudden I heard a thunderous boom outside. I looked out the wall hoping to see something, then dust and debris began to stir up in the distance. Now the room was silent. Out of the silence, a man's voice whispered.
"Lick the tape, it'll help it come off."
I was hesitant at first. I wasn't sure if I should do it. Then, that 'built-in survival mode' kicked in and I did it anyways. After a minute it began to loosen up and it fell from my lips. It was still stuck to my cheek though.

"What's next?" A kid about my age asked.

"I was hoping one of you had a step 2." He whispered.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"The man that goes around brain washing people, he's trying to knock down Hell's Kitchen. He's trying to reform Hell's Kitchen. Callin' it, Heaven's Kitchen."

"Then why is he using people as pawns to attack police officers?" I asked

"You really think the cops are gonna let this guy create a new home over Hell's Kitchen? Also something like this happened couple years back, guess dude thought he would attempt it better" A woman said, who obviously cried already because her mascara was rolling down her face
We all sat quietly, I pondered on a way to get away. Then, the men on the opposite side of the door were talking.

"Boss man wants you to use this. Says it'll help." I stood extremely still trying to listen closer to their conversation.

"It's highly effective. Don't worry about anybody trying to stop up, we own the cops."