The Fighter

Chapter Three

My head hurts and the bag on my head is hard for me to breathe. I lie still, acting as if I were still asleep. We hit a bumpy road and I let my body toss all over the place before I feel someone grab my waist, stopping me from falling. They moved my head in a more somewhat comfortable spot.

"Is the girl awake yet or what?" I hear a women's voice say out loud. The hand on my waist moves down to my thigh and moves around my bum. It takes every single nerve in my body not to smack them or move.

"Nah, she's still sleep. Cole how hard did you hit her?" The voice says as it keeps his hand on my bum.

"I don't know. Hard enough." Cole says. I feel fingers run through my hair and cup my cheek. The person's hand moves to a certain spot on my face and I try not to flinch, but I moved and I lost my cover. The hand quickly removes from my bun to my arms. They pull my up so fast that I am surprised I don't get whiplashed.

"She's awake, Zara." The man says. I still can't see and I feel my hands being tied. Why are they tying my hands in the front? These people aren't really smart so I bet it'll be easy for me to escape.

I hear someone shush someone and headphones are placed over my ears. Justin Bieber's "Sorry" is playing. Is it just a coincidence or did they actually just do that? I don't care this song song is catchy.

I feel a hand on my knee and it starts to move slowly up my leg. I use my hand and smack it away. Suddenly I feel hot breath on my neck and somebody else chuckling. The hand is back on my thigh, only this time closer to my area.

"Got dammit Andy! Keep your dick in your pants!" Zara yells. The hand is removed from my thigh and the breathing stops from my neck. I didn't notice the music had stopped and so did the car.

I start singing "sorry" in my head and move my head to the beat of the music. I find myself moving my tied up hands also. People are chuckling and whispering in the background but I don't care, I'm in my own world right now. Man, is there a Justin Bieber coming up? If there is, I'm going.

"Get moving." A stern deep voice says from behind me. Knuckles press against my back and I almost trip but I catch myself. I hear a heavy metal door being opened. Maybe it'll be harder to leave here than I thought.

I get pushed into a room and the blindfold is taken off, followed by the ropes around my wrist. I should really be taken this kidnapping thing seriously but I don't really care anymore. My parents are dead and there's not really a point in life anymore. The murderer? I know Carlos will take care of him. Speaking of Carlos, shouldn't he be here by now? Unless this is all just a game so the boys can sit back and watch me plan my escape route. They're like that sometimes.

"Is it too late now to say sorry? 'Cos I'm missing more than just your body." I sing. Yeah, I can sing. I have that talent too. I can dance. I took ballet when I was 2 years old and I stopped when I realized that I was only doing it because my life is boring. But since I met Carlos, it's been better. So so much better and I have him to thank. I guess he's my hero.

I wander where they put my phone. I'm going to need it when I get out of here. I hear someone yelling and seconds later a door slamming. Footsteps coming down the hall. I quickly look for a weapon but there's nothing in this room but a mattress on the floor with a sheet covering it. Not even a damn pillow. So I get ready for whatever is going to come through that door. I hear someone else crying, it sounds like a girl but you never know. Guys these days kind of sound like a girl... The ones I know anyway. A door seeks open and the crying turns into screaming.

"No! Stop!" I hear her plead out loud. I hear a belt and then a loud smack. Did that person just hit her?! Oh hell to the no he didn't.

I go to my door and start banging on it. Making as much noise as I can. The smacking stops and I hear the metal part of the belt dropping to the floor. I keep banging on my door and soon after the other person bangs on the other side.

"Stop it in there. You're next anyway." He yells in. It sounds a lot like the guy in the van who was talking to that Cole guy. What's his name again? Oh yeah, Andy. Where the fuck is Carlos?

"Don't touch her!" I yell through the door. I hear the belt being picked up off the ground and another smack. A loud cry followed right after. I keep banging on the door and yelling at him to stop it. But the crying keeps coming and so does the loud smacks of the belt connecting to the girls body. Suddenly it stops and I hear the door close, then lock.

Footsteps come back down the hall and suddenly they stop in front of my door. I take two steps back, ready to jump out when that door opens. But instead there's a black can-like thing being thrown in and smoke coming out of it. I cover my nose and mouth with my shirt as fast as possible but it's too late. I start to feel drowsy and dizzy. The door opens and the smoke is being sucked out. I try my very best to fight my way out that door and all the guy did was push me back. I fell onto the cement floor and I roll onto my stomach. Trying to crawl away from him and trying to fight off the tired and dizziness I was feeling.

I feel hands grab my waist and I try to scream but I'm too weak. I can't move and I feel my pants being pulled down. I wiggle but it's no use. The dizziness takes over.

"I'm going to have a little fun with you tonight." The man's- Andy's voice echoes before the darkness, once again takes over.