Rapire

seven: Skye

I wake up once again with a dry throat and grumbling stomach. They haven't given me food or water since the day I escaped. The man that gave that order would usually stand in front of my cell and eat with a taunting smirk. I didn't know what he wanted me to do, but I would stare at his food in desire waiting for him to throw me some like an animal. I could tell he got a kick out of messing with me as a smirk would appear or the slight side of his mouth would pull up. Other times he would just stand there with nothing. He was examining me, every part of me.

The only nice thing they've done for me is give me a thin blanket to cover myself. The man gave this to me the day after he gave me my punishment for running out. He said it was the only thing I'll get for a while. I didn't believe him at first, but I should've known he was being serious.

Footsteps bounce off the walls, traveling down to my cell. My body slightly trembles in fear as I wait for the man to appear, but it wasn't him this time. It was the man with the scar that ran down  his face and the other that looked like a mountain man that always came to the restaurant. My trembling stops, but I remain tense unsure of what they were going to do. Scar face opens the cell door and walks towards me, but not before making sure the other man is ready in case I take out. I thought about it but I felt too weak to do anything. I wouldn't put much of a dent or impact on trying to fight them either.

Scar face picks me up, surprisingly very gently, and begins walking out. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing can escape since my mouth was so dry. I try to collect enough saliva and swallow it so I could try talking.

"Where are you taking me?" I whisper, my voice coming out very hoarsely. The man looks down at me with no expression, before looking back up.

"You'll find out soon enough." He says, ignoring my questioning stare as he walks through the door I tried to escape through a few days ago. Behind the door was a flight of stairs leading up to yet another door. I close my eyes, happy they weren't going to make me walk up the stairs since I would pass out at this point. As the two men made their way up the stairs in silence, my stomach decides to grumble at this exact moment. I groan, not embarrassed, but in pain from not being able to eat food and drink water.

Scar face looks down at me then quickly retreats his stare. "Can we give her food? It's almost been a week since the last she's had anything in her stomach." The man behind us asks with a lace of concern in his tone. I look at the man holding him, waiting for his reaction. He sighs, looking down at me.

"We can't, Ferro will beat our asses if we do. She needs to see him anyway." Ferro. That's a weird name, I think but don't say aloud. They may give me a worse punishment if I do say something like that and if Ferro is the first man I met from this group I knew he would definitely punish me. We, well the two men, finally make it up the stairs and open the door. I instantly close my eyes from the bright lights that lit up the hallway behind the closed door.

I blink for a while trying to get my eyes use to the light that I haven't seen for a week or less. When my eyes got use to the lightening, I looked around at my surrenders. The hallways were plain old white like mine back at the apartment with no pictures or random paintings. As we turn a corner the hallways start to become dimmer and trash was all over the ground. Beer bottles, pizza boxes, red solo cups, even cigarettes. It was like a first party aftermath.

The man holding me, shakes his head and rolls his eyes with a smirk on his face. "Ferro's gonna be pissed when he sees that no one cleaned this up."

Mountain man chuckles behind us and I can just imagine him stroking his beard as he laughed. "Ferro shouldn't expect anything different. All of them probably have hangovers. A few of them are probably fucking some girl at the moment."

Silence washes over the two of them again as they continue to make their way to wherever it was they were taking me. We go up another flight of stairs and one more after that before we get to what is probably the top floor. They were a few doors on the side of the hallway, but there was one door at the end of the hallway. Fear washes over me as I realized I was closer to the person that could end me right here and now.

What if he got tired of me not cooperating with him or maybe even bored with playing me like I'm one of his little toys. He wouldn't kill me off though, he couldn't. He wanted money from me and the only way he can get it is if I put in the code for my parent's bank account. I wouldn't do it either way until he gave me the specific reason as to why he needs the money. Mountain man opens the door for scar face, not bothering to knock like I would've done for fear of him ending my life.

Ferro sits behind a mahogany desk surrounded by dark brown walls and two leather chairs seated in front of him. "Set her down John." John? I never would've guessed that scar face's name is John. He does as told, making sure my thin blanket wouldn't fall down as he set me upright in the chair. I tuck my legs into the blanket since I was small enough to do that on the chair and Ferro's intimidating stare intensified every time he looked down at my chest. I knew this blanket was see through because of how thin it was but at least John and mountain man had the decency to not stare openly at me like Ferro.

"Stephen." I look back, seeing mountain man lift up his head to look at Ferro. "Go stand outside by the door and make sure no one comes in." After he nods I look back at Ferro meeting his intense brown eyes. Averting my eyes downward, I see my body thinner than it's ever been. My ribs were slowly sticking it out against my light skin, my arms and legs were like twigs, and I knew my curly brown hair looked greasy and even more like a mane then usual.

"Skye." I look up at the deep voice, meeting Ferro's gaze once again. "As you know, the only reason you're here is because you refuse to give me the fucking money I asked for. A letter has been sent out to your aunt already, but I've heard from some of my men that she and her son are already looking for the code. You'll be with us until then." I nod my head, but I know I have no choice in this say. His word was final.

Before he could say anything else, Stephen burst through the door. "House under attack. Need to get her out now." Ferro's eyes widen, before hardening in anger.

"Grab her John and get her to the garage. Set her in my car then wait for me there. I need to grab something before we go." John nods, lifting me into his arms and makes his way out the room with Stephen walking in front of us with a gun and Ferro behind us. Gunshots, shouts, and groans of pain can be heard as we make our way downstairs. Stephen shoots at those running towards us with the guns raised and their finger on the trigger.

Blood poured out of each person he shot at causing them to drop to the ground either dead or close to it. This continues until we finally get into the garage. Stephen watches out for anyone that tries to get pass as John grabs a pair of keys that was along the wall with about ten or more different keys. John walks over to a black Mercedes Benz cls550, setting me in the back gently and making sure I was comfortable before leaving me.

What have I gotten into? I think before passing out into a deep slumber.