I tried my best not to breathe it in. It took everything in me not to give in to him. He stared at me with his dark eyes waiting for my resistance to cease. He pushed harder on my mouth trying to pry it open. I closed my eyes as I started to panic realizing I was about to be dominated. I breathed in and everything went black. The last thing I remember is sniffing that tiny soak piece of red cloth.
I felt myself being lifted off the ground and into an old wooden chair. It creaked as my body landed in it forcefully. I heard a snip of a knife and felt my arms suddenly separate. I let out a tiny sigh of relief from the pain attached to my wrists.
I slowly open my eyes and see three men trying to situate things in the dark room. One of them was kneeled in front of me untying and retying my legs so they were no longer together but tied to the legs of the chair I was in. All I could see was his slicked back dark hair while his focus was downwards. His olive green sleeves of his button up shirt were rolled up while his hands were at work.
The Second person I saw had his back to me. His black t-shirt stretched against his muscles and his hair was cut very short. From his arms moving around, I could see he was covered in tattoos. He was laying out a thick sheet of cloth on a metal table. The one light in the room reflected off shiny objects placed on the table. I gulped loud enough for the third person, who was pacing the room in a pair of worn out Chuck Taylors, to stop and make eye contact with me. This guy was much lankier than the other 2. He had shaggy black hair and a blue zip up hoodie over a plan black shirt and some skinny jeans. His eyes widened as he saw that I was awake and called for the others.
"Um, guys." He said with a panic in his voice
"Well, look who just woke up," the one at the table had turned around and faced me.
The first one stopped tying my feet to the legs of the chair and looked up at me with piercing blue eyes.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."
I did not blink as he stood up and got in my face.
"The polite thing to do is respond."
I spit in his face as he waited for some kind of reply. I felt a hard slap on my face and an instant burn on my cheek. I felt my eyes tear up. I tried not to blink because I was not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing even one tear fall. I saw the guy with the tattoos wander back to the table while the other two spoke in whispers.
The person at the table started to fiddle with a meat cleaver like he was debating on what to do with it. I swallowed hard when I saw him set it back down and pick up a much smaller knife and walk towards the other men.
"W-what am I d-doing here?" I said in a hushed tone.
They looked at one other apparently all thinking the same thing.
"Well," the one who tied me up began, "If you must know, your family owes us something."
I looked at them puzzled. My family? What about them? "What? What do they owe you?" I said a lot louder than the first time I spoke as I was starting to feel the frustration and confusion build up inside me. Tattooed guy started to chuckle.
"I wouldn't say owe us. I would call it 'an eye for an eye'. Your father killed our little brother so we decided it wouldn't be fair if he was allowed to keep his little girl."
Remembering my dad was a police officer, I suddenly felt my stomach drop more. I was being used as a pawn. All three of them laughed as my face portrayed that I finally understood what was happening.
