Miami Heat

Chapter Seven

Shrill shrieks sounded throughout the warehouse. The sound was enough to make the tiny hairs on one's arms rise. The room is so dark that you couldn't even see your hand if you were to hold it in front of your face. Pain surged through the building. It felt as though you could feel, or sense all the torture that had went on here. Mollie sat in the center of the room. She was restrained to a chair with ropes. A rope around her ankles, her wrists, and her entire torso- there was no escaping for her. She was trapped. Selena emerges once again- unable to be seen with the human eye. She draws her hand back and brings it back around, full speed, connecting to Mollie's sore, bruised cheek.

"Please," Mollie's voice is frail and raspy, "I didn't do anything."

"You little twat," Selena speaks, "Your trying to take him away from me."

With her hoarse voice Mollie answers, "I wasn't. He came to me," in a voice barely audible she whispers, "I love him."

Selena clinches her fist, digging her freshly manicured nails into her own palm to punch Mollie in the nose.

"What the fuck do you know about love?" Selena roars.

Mollie isn't one to cry over pain, but tears threaten her eyes. A faint whimper leaves her mouth. She takes in a deep breathe- then exhaled. She begins to pray being as God is her only hope of survival.

"Have you gone mute?" Selena mocks harshly, "Answer me!"

"Who do you think you are?"

"I'm Selena Gomez, Disney darling. on the rise to being the biggest pop star slash actor the world has ever known."

A pathetic giggle escapes Mollie's lips.

Suddenly, courage builds up inside Mollie. If she's going to be tortured and abused for no reason; then, she might as well give her a reason.

"Honey, I've heard you perform live."

Selena's eyes widen with hatred, "What is that supposed to me?"

"Oh, so your tone-def and ignorant."

"Watch your fucking self there, sweet heart. You may just end up getting your self killed."

Off in the distance, a light flickers on. A bulky man emerges from the light. Walking over to Selena, he whispers something in her ear. Only the shadowing of her features are visible. She leads the man back to where he came from, leaving Mollie alone. Looking around to see if the coast is clear, she begins to shimmy in her restraints. The rope burns against her bare skin. She hops around in her seat. Leaning backward and then forward in one swift motion, she tips the chair causing her to land  straight onto her face. Sobs flow from her lips and tears escape her water ducts. Her body slightly heaves up and down to the rhythm of her silent cries.

"Pathetic," says Selena as she returns.

Selena bends down and roughly pulls Mollie back upright. She pulls out a knife. Mollie's eyes grow wide. Pleading, Mollie begs for her life.

"Shut up," Selena says nonchalantly, "We just have to move locations, so I have to untie you."

She reaches down and shoves the knife underneath the ropes, not being gentle at all. The blade slightly cuts Mollie's fragile skin. Relief spreads through Mollie as she know feels free. She contemplates a plan in her mind. After Selena completely frees her, she can try to knock her out. Then she can make a run for it.

Selena saws through the ropes around her torso. After she cuts the final one, Selena wraps a hand around Mollie's bicep- jerking her up. Mollie doesn't resist just yet. Selena reaches into her back pocket to grab a pair of handcuffs. Before she can face back at Mollie, she elbows Selena in the temple. Selena's body drops, smacking against the hard, cold, concrete floor. Mollie picks up the handcuffs. She wraps the metal object around Selena's small wrists. Looking in her pockets, she finds the keys. Mollie places them into her own pocket. Wasting no more time, Mollie looks from an escape. She shouldn't go through the way Selena came because there's sure to be someone there. It's dark, so Mollie can barely see the door that is opposite of the other. She races toward it. Opening the heavy door, Mollie slowly shuts it. She might as well be in a maze, because she has entered another room. With no sense of direction, Mollie searches the doors. Closet, closet, another room. She might as well just try the other room.