Hell's Angel (BK 1)

Rescue Mission

Alison's POV
(bellamysgirl)

The van traveled quickly. I tried to keep track of how long we went, but it was a bit hard in the stressful situation. My back pressed against the cold metal at the back of the van. My fingers picked at the duct tape around my hands, pinning them behind my back. After a few minutes, the vehicle came to a stop. The man driving spoke to the man sitting in the back with me, but I couldn't understand them. It sounded like they were gargling gravel while they spoke.

It was another language, a familiar one, but I couldn't quite place it. The men nodded to each other. Then the one in the back area of the van started moving toward me. I started pulling myself backward, quickly shaking my head, trying to fight it. He grabbed my arm and pulled roughly, yanking me to the van's sliding door. A man outside pulled the door open and grabbed my other arm. I writhed and kicked my legs out. They weren't much use with duct tape keeping both legs together.

But I used all my force to try and do something. They pulled me from the van and I screamed through the tape covering my mouth. My feet managed to clip one of them in the back of the head. It only angered the men, and two others hurried over to wrap their arms around my legs. "She's a little more feisty than original described, huh?" one of the men at my arms commented.

"Just get her to the chair," another said, sounding exasperated. I tried wiggling more but their grips were like iron vices. They shoved me onto a metal chair beside a taxi cab and stepped away from me. Directly in front of me, only a yard or so away, stood a tall man in black leather. He looked menacing. This didn't look good. But I put on the bravest face I could muster, trying to slow my breathing a bit. The tall man gestured toward me.

"Tape? How are we supposed to question her with tape covering her mouth?" he looked around at the others. When all they did was shrug, he sighed heavily. "Fix it, you idiots!" A man to my right hurried forward and gripped the corner of the tape on my mouth with his fingers, then ripped it form my skin. I hissed, wincing audibly at the intense sting. "Who are you people? What do you want with me?" I demanded.

"I'll ask the questions," the tall man said. "All we want are answers. You give them to us, we won't hurt you. Understand?"

I inhaled. "I understand."

"Good. Who is the man in the mask?" His face turned to stone, staring at me with a dead-pan seriousness that could make blood run cold. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know who the man was behind that idiotic excuse for a mask so I couldn't really tell this guy. I held my chin up, keeping silent. My hands shook behind me and I clasped them together to hold them still. He looked to a man at his right, then tipped his head toward me.

The man started for me and I braced myself. Solidity slammed the left side of my face, by my cheekbone. A force nearly threw me off the chair. Dense pain radiated up through my eye socket and a jaw felt loose. Then another hit to the same place, followed by a hit to my stomach. It forced all the wind from my lungs and I coughed repeatedly as I desperately tried to suck in a breath. My whole middle ached and my face stung.

"Let's try this again," the tall man announced. "What...is his name?"

I pulled myself up to sit as best I could on the cold metal chair, but my body just wanted to bend in half. I looked up at him a second. Then I gathered up enough saliva in my mouth and spat it at his feet. "Alright then," he gestured for the man at my left, just waiting to hit me again. And he did. With the next hit to my jaw, I tasted blood. This time the man didn't stop easily. I lost count as his fist repeatedly connected with my skin, over and over.

"Enough. Don't kill her quite yet," the tall man ordered. I drooped back into the metal chair in what I'm sure was a pool of my own blood. My left eye felt raw, and it stung badly. I was sure my lip was split and blood started to pool in my mouth. I rolled myself aside to spit it out. It only twinged the already stinging and burning skin on my face. I heard a ting, an odd metallic sound, and looked up as best I could through my right eye.