The Virgins Guide to a Happy Life

47- You are an A-S-S

The movement of my chair woke me up. I didn't know when I had fallen asleep but apparently I was tired and the ground was comfortable enough for me to fall asleep. My head ached and I watched as two men righted the chair and then  left. I think I was getting a serious stiff neck and my back hurt. However the thing that grasped my attention had me calling out.

"Hey! Wait!" I said just as they were going out the door. One looked back but he still walked out and slammed the door behind him. I shifted in my seat and hissed as the roped rubbed into my hands. There was an insane amount of pain in my palms and I just realised that my body had been pressed on them through my sleep. Not long after the door slammed close someone walked in and I strained my neck to see.

"No need to strain your neck, I coming to see you." The voice rasped as a chuckle tore through the air. I looked up at him as he came to stand in front of me and he caressed a hand down my cheek and I drew back. He smiled and pulled his hands back. I openly stared at him. He was really tall, with a dread locs  and skin the colour of milk chocolate. His eyes were dark brown, almost black with eyebrows that were well shaped. His face was oval and his chin was slightly pointed; he had a scar right above his nose bridge, between his eyes and a piercing in his right ear. His hands were twice the size of mine and they were folded over his chest as he looked at me down his nose. "So you gonna tell me your name." I swallowed.

"I need to pee." His lips quirked up at the side and he removed his hands from his chest and slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his switchblade. I pulled back as his wrist flicked and the blade flicked out. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he went to my ankles and cut the rope loose and then by my wrist. I rubbed my wrist with either hand, trying to get the blood moving then he grabbed my hand and led me to the door and across the hall of the empty room to the bathroom. 

"You have all of two minutes." He said as he shoved the door open to a very tiny bathroom and then pushed me in. I stumbled in and took the short steps to the toilet and emptied my bladder. I let out a sigh, wiped then quickly stood, flushed then went to dry my hands. I looked at myself and scowled. I quickly rinsed my mouth with the water and scrubbed at the black spot still on my lip. I rinsed my face and dried it in my dirty shirt and slightly jumped when the door opened and the same man looked at me. He titled his head to the right and I followed behind him as he led me back to my room. I expected him to shove me back into my seat and tie me back up but he didn't. He stood by the door and watched me as I walked towards the chair and looked at it. My legs enjoyed the stretch and I didn't want to cut them short on this.

There was a scraping sound and I looked up as the man dragged his foot along the ground and came to stand closer to me.

"We could make this easy. What's your name?" I bit my lip. 

"Lyn." It was the name I hated more than everything, if these men used it to hurt me, I'd be okay with being called Gwyn after.

"Okay Lyn. You could call me Rob." He said and I flinched hearing the name. "I heard about your marriage into the Belmont gang, tell me, where were they last?" Now my thing about all this questions about the gang, you would think they had a location down. My father had his business in Grande and his house in St. Augustine, he didn't want them to intermingle and if it was the same way for Terrence's father then Rob was wasting his time. I didn't know where they were. Even if it was broad daylight I couldn't find that housr again.

"I don't know." I said softly my eyes trained to the floor. He hummed under his breath and walked back to the door. Now you know in movies when you're watching the scene where the protagonist gets kidnapped and you're scared but you know nothing bad will happen to her; well this is not that. He pulled out his gun and I heard the cocking sound as the safety came off. I guess I wasn't the protagonist. My head flew up to look at the gun in his hand as he pointed it at me.

"Lying would be a bad idea." Was all he said as he aimed at my head. I pulled back. I've never seen someone point a gun at me, hell before I got married no one ever pointed a gun at me. I visibly swallowed as I took a fleeting step back and my back hit the wall. 

"I-I-I'm not lying." I stammered. I never stammered. Shit! I was scared to die. He put the gun down for a split second then brought it to his eyes then pointed it back at me.

"I hope so." And with that he left.

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When the door opened next, I was sitting on the ground and it wasn't Rob who walked in. Instead it was Matthew and the first man. I watched them with a blank stare as they looked at my chair then at my hunched over form on the ground.

"Ready to talk?" Matthew asked with a smile on his face and I stared at the chair behind them instead.

"What do you think they go do if we kill her?" The other extremely dark man asked. Matthew laughed, it was humourless and it felt like a jibe.

"They might care, but she, this sick bitch right here, she isn't afraid to die." I flickered my eyes to the door. That was true. I wasn't scared to die, but I really did not want to die as yet.

"We could fuck her." The darker one said joyfully and I looked up at Matthew. He stared at me and shook his head.

"Not my type." Was muttered under his breath.

"It's pussy none the less." The dark one mumbled and then stooped to my level. "Tell me everything you know about the Belmont gang." His mouth was thin and his eyes sparked.

"I don't know anything." I mumbled staring him dead in his eyes.

"Don't know the leader, don't know their transfer place, don't know their location?" He voice was feral but it didn't faze me. I continued to glare at him until he became slightly uncomfortable and looked away.

"No." My voice was harsh and the man stood. He looked at Matthew and Matthew nodded.

"Lyn, I'm going to go back to your house and kill that husband of yours if you don't start telling me, what the fuck you know!" He shouted at the end and I smiled a bit, it was twisted but hey, I was a twisted girl.

"Don't be a self-rightous prick. I don't know anything." I spat at him and his foot came into contact with my side. I flinched slightly, but it didn't hurt and for the first time in my life, I thanked my father for beating me.

He landed two more kicks to my side and I began laughing. Hysterically might I add. I was leaning to my right because he was kicking my left side and I stared at him with dead eyes and smiled brightly. The man behind him took a step back and watched me oddly.

Asswhole.

"What did you call me?" Matthew snarled and I realised that I had spoken loudly.

"You are an A-S-S-" I didn't get to finish. His foot came into contact with my face and the darkness quickly consumed me.