Secrets (Pretty Little Liars fan fic!!!!)

Chapter 9__The Perfect Storm

I was hungry. And thirsty. And tired. I felt like I was gonna get sick. I had been here for days, I didn't know how many, and I hadn't ate, drank, or slept since before I had been taken.

"'Kota, where the hell are you'?" Creep #2 read from my phone. "From Hanna. 'Alison's memorial got trashed', from Aria. 'You're gonna miss the SATs', from Spencer. 'You missed three swim practices, you miss one more, you're not swimming anymore', from Emily." Each one of those made me want to bury my scratched face in my hands, but I couldn't because my hands were tied behind my back! "Jeez. You get more texts from these four than you do from anybody. Super friends?" 

"Best, actually," I said.

"Hmm."

"Can't you just let me go?" I demanded. "You guys already know that my family doesn't have enough for what you want. I don't care what my dad owes you, but you don't have to take it out on me. I'm hungry. Thirsty. I'm gonna die before you end up killing me." Creep #1 stepped forward, annoyance over his face. "And you don't have to watch me like I'm a kid in a grocery store, you got me tied up and - "

Creep #1 flung his hand back, hitting it against my face, like the last five times, and I looked to the side.

"Shut the hell up. You never stop talking."

"It could be worse," I said. "At least I'm not one of those yappie girls that go on and on about everything in their lives. I'm just one that speaks her mind and wants you to let me go."

"Gag her."

Creep #2 came closer, with a fresh new roll of duct tape, and when he tried to put it on, I bit his finger. He jerked back, me smirking, and he growled, "You bitch!"

"Ha-ha," I said, knowing I was about to get slapped again.

When the blow came, it was a lot harder than what the last few times had been, and my whole cheek had gotten scratched by nails.

Okay, I thought. Just stop. Stop it before you get seriously hurt.

For the first time in a long time, I was actually starting to get seriously scared.

After a while, Creep #1, the one I hadn't bit, said, "Unfortunately, Dakota, if your dad's not gonna pay up, then we're just gonna have to kill you."

"I told you," I said, my voice weaker than before. "They don't have enough."

"And who's fault is that?" he asked. "Your mom works a decent job, you work two, yet your family always seems to end up broke."

Creep #2 was starting to walk in from outside, a raging storm happening. Was there a tornado happening? "We got a problem."

"What is it?"

"She's officially been declared a missnig person."

"What? Why?"

"Apparently the cops were at the high school today because the DiLaurentis chick's bench memorial crap being torn to pieces." I didn't say anything, though the words made me mad as hell, because I knew that these two wouldn't hesitate to kill me. Not anymore. "Her friends said that they hadn't seen her in days, and no one was answering her house phone."

"Isn't that too bad for you?" I asked weakly, trying to hide how scared I really was.

Creep #1 turned and went to slap me, and I cringed back because he had something sharp and metal in his hands, and when it came across my cheek, I barely let out a breath of pain so they wouldn't get their satisfaction, seeing me cry or scream.