Captor

Chapter two

Hello beautiful people!! I am already so proud of this story because within the first two minutes I already had 10 reads!!!! Thank you guys I can tell your gonna be big in this stories success and I want you all to let me know what you think of it, comment with ideas, things you liked or didn't, or anything else.

Ps. The picture above is the house they talk about!!

Thank you guys so so much again and I hope I won't disappoint you, bye my bookworms!!!!

I woke up in the back seat of some sort of car, don't expect me to know about cars. I had been striped of my boots, jacket, mittens, hat, and sweater. My hands were tightly bound behind my back, and I could even feel a little trickle of blood running down onto my fingers. From my knees down I have a tight rope binding my legs together and forcing my feet into a pointed position. I have a cloth in my mouth and I desperately needed water. The man who attacked me is up front in the passengers seat while another man was at the wheel.

"Where'd you find her again?" The man driving at the wheel asked in a rough voice.

"I told you, she was walking down the alley between Chance's and that old abandoned house."

The driver let out a distracted sigh and the rest of the ride was spent in silence. Finally we pulled up to a 7/11 and the driver got out and started to pump gas. My captor, Marcus, stepped out after a minute and headed into the store. Once the driver finished up refilling the car he climbed back into the car to wait with me. After what seems like an eternity, Marcus walked back out of the 7/11 with a plastic bag.

The driver, upon seeing Marcus, stepped out of the freezing car and came around to my door's side. When both men were by my door they opened it and yanked my head down so that my chin was touching my neck. I tried letting out a scream of pain but the cloth bundled in my mouth was making it almost impossible to make any sort of audible noise.

They grabbed a thick piece of cloth, that could've been like a bandana or something, and tied it tightly around my eyes. When they finished, and were about to leave, I decide to try and get the bandana down to look at the driver and Marcus but received a punch on my lower lip that caused the cloth to fall to the floor. The driver growled and slapped me hard across the face. I whimpered quietly. A moment later I had the cloth back in my mouth and I was shoved onto the ground between the back row of seats and the passengers seat. My knees were digging into the front seat and my back was being painfully prodded by the back. My neck hurt and I'm pretty sure my ribs are bruised.

The door slammed shut and I was left alone for a minute. I stretched my body out so I wouldn't be in such an uncomfortable spot for the remainder of the drive. I felt the car start up and some sharp turns as they drove down a seemingly bumpy road.

Eventually the car came to a slow stop and I heard the car doors open then close. After a moment the doors on either side of me opened and I was lifted back onto the seat. Whoever was by my feet slid me down, so I was in a tight ball, toward him then picked me up and slung me over his shoulder like a potato sack.

I tried getting my bandana off again and was actually successful. I saw the driver unloading something from the trunk of the car. He was a chubby Latino man with a black stubble on his upper lip and a bald head. His eyebrows were extremely bushy and his eyes were almost black, though they looked like colored contacts.

Marcus led the driver into a large house that was painted mainly a light gray. It had a white base where I assumed the basement started and the shutters and other small details on the house were painted red, including the door. Marcus plopped me onto the porch and turned to the driver.

"Here," he said as he pulled out a large wad of cash from the bag that the driver had brought over. "Now leave and keep your mouth shut." The driver snickered and nodded, laughing menacingly as he turned away and headed back to the car. Marcus waited to take me in till the black car sped away.

He turned toward me, picked me back up potato sack style, and brought me into the house. He carried me all the way into a large family room, this house was absolutely humongous! The family room was probably about the size of a three car garage, give or take a little. He tossed me from his shoulder to the carpet in front of a large couch. He sat on the couch and took the ropes off my legs and removed the cloth from my mouth.

"Don't make me regret this, now turn yourself around but keep seated." I did as told and kept as quiet as possible so the gag didn't get put back in my mouth.

Marcus takes the rope from my wrists and I can't help breathing a sigh of relief. I bring my hands in front of me and rub my bleeding wrists.

"Turn back around," he says. Once I'm facing him he snatches my wrists and ties them a bit looser in front of me. "Now wait here."

He left and I heard some sort of whistle and all the sudden a bunch of feet pounded down the wooden stairs. Marcus came back in and nearly 20 other people, mostly women, come trailing after him in a long line.

"Stand up," he says to me. I obey immediately. "Group D, where is your group leader. A strong looking man stepped out from line. He had chocolate brown hair and chubby cheeks. His arms looked like he was constantly lifting heavy things and his eyes were nearly black, like the driver they looked like colored contacts. I realized that there were three other people whose eyes were the same as the chocolate haired man's, and Marcus had pure black eyes, no contacts needed.

"Hello, my name is Sanders, I am the leader of group D." Marcus looked thoughtful. Sanders was staring at Marcus expectantly.

"Not quite, Sanders. Group C, your up!" A girl with dark skin and long black hair stepped up. She also had a muscular build but wasn't as bulky as Sanders. The people in her group all looked quite similar to their group leader.

"I'm Val, as in Valentine, and this is group C," she gestured to her group. Val spoke with confidence and leadership, not letting a single emotion slip. Marcus shook his head.

"Group B let's see what you got."

A girl stepped up with blonde hair and tanned skin. Her group looked tall and some were covered in dust or smelled like floor cleaner. "My name's Alex and, if you can't already tell, this is group B." She stepped back once she was done.

"Uhhh, no. Group A, please don't disappoint me," Marcus said as he turned toward a group of girls that were very tiny.