The Great Escape

Chapter 18

I pressed myself into the wall behind me and brought my knees up to my chest as I began to panic. "What did you have in mind?" the second guard asked the first. The third guard was about the same height as Spencer. He was noticeably larger, as well. He slowly walked over to me, not once blinking; keeping eye contact with me. He bent down to my level and grabbed my chin. I looked up at him with fear, disgust, and anger. Are you going to let him treat you like this? A voice said in my head. A firing rage boiled inside my heart and coursed through my veins; I could feel the hatred in my eyes as I glared at him.

"Just what am I to do with you?" he spat into my face. He leaned in to whisper in my ear, "The master will want you punished little girl. Just wait and see." he began to chuckle and backed away until he was facing me again, out noses brushing. I tried to turn my head away from him, but his grip was too tight. The guard leaned in for a kiss, our lips just barely touching and his disgusting breath feeling my airways; and then Spencer spoke.

"Now, now, gentleman. I believe the master gave me the first night for watch. She's all mine. Besides, he doesn't know what to do with her yet. We can't do anything too bad to her...yet." His smirk was so accurate that I couldn't tell if it was real or not. Not, the voice was back. He flinched, remember? I slowed my breathing with relief as the guard let go of my face and turned to Spencer.

"Fine." he muttered, clearly disappointed. The second guard didn't seem fazed by the situation, and just shrugged as he turned to leave. Spencer waited until they had walked up the flight of stairs and shut the door before he looked at me. He listened for a few seconds and we could clearly hear the footsteps growing distant from us. It wasn't until it was silent that he finally exhaled and relaxed his posture. He walked in my direction carefully, slowly...as if he was afraid of my reaction. Good. He should be. I thought.

Spencer knelt down on the floor next to the cot. He carefully laid his hand on my foot and I flinched. It was an automatic reflex at this point. He quickly retracted his hand. He cleared his throat before speaking, "I can explain now." I simply stared at him, with no response. I was being cautious, trying not to let my hope rise up. "Vee, I don't even know where to start. I'm so sorry this happened to you." he looked broken and sincere.

"So it is your fault that I'm here after all." It wasn't a question. I stated this while looking him dead in the eye. The expression of guilt and sadness that spread across his face said it all for me. "So, what? Were you just trying to date me so you could kidnap me? Was this all a game to you?" I asked him angrily. I tried not to shout, knowing that the guards may be able to here us if they were close enough.

"No, I swear it wasn't like that." he pleaded.

"Then what was it like, Spencer? You said I'm here because of you, so what's your glorious explanation?" I couldn't control the anger in me. I felt tears pricking my eyes and a lump rose in my throat. I blinked and a tear dropped, it slowly rolled down my cheek. Spencer reached out to catch it and then stopped himself.

"Look, I tried to explain it that night that you came to my house. I told you I was dangerous." He began.

I interrupted him. "Oh, so it's my fault? I thought you meant you had a drug problem. I never once thought you would kidnap me!"

"Would you just listen?" he asked frustrated. "None of this is your fault. I said the situation involved drugs, not that I did them." he amended. I thought of the guy in charge of cleaning me. Behave...I shook the memory from my head.

"Fine. What was it about then?" I asked exasperated.

"I come from a bad family, Veera. My parents...they left me alone a lot. I was normally under the care of my brother growing up.  Later, I ended up finding  out that he was involved with some pretty serious stuff. He was seeking out girls to be kidnapped and put into trafficking for some head honcho guy."