BY DEMARCO'S STANDARDS (Part 5)

This Isn't A Gag

Everything happened so fast. I just parked and turned my car off then gathered Capone into my arm's. I stepped out and went to retrieve my bag from the seat when I was suddenly grabbed. There was no time to react are grasp my mace attached to my keychain. I went to open my mouth to scream when a large hand clamped over my lips. There was multiple men upon me. One tieing my hands together and the other bounding my feet. Duck tape was securely placed over my mouth and a burlap bag tossed over my head.

I felt myself being lifted up onto someone's shoulders and tried to squirm free. My screams came out muffled due to the tape and I lost a high heel in the process. I heard a clicking sound and was tossed roughly into what I assumed was the trunk of a car. Seconds later the trunk slammed closed and I heard the squeaking of tires as the car spun off.

It didn't take maybe fitfteen minutes  for the car to stop but it felt like an eternity. I heard the doors open and close and the trunk open. Once again I was lifted out and being carried to where I don't know. I heard doors being opened and shut until finally I was plopped down onto a cold metal chair. The bag and tape remained but my hands and feet were undone. I tried to stand but was quickly shoved back down into the chair. I felt myself being strapped down to the chair. I tried to speak through the tape but it didn't work. I wanted to know who they were, why this was happening and where I was at. No sooner than they had me secured, I heard their feet retreating and a heavy door slam shut and the clink of the lock.

I kept telling myself not to panic, to think clearly and remain strong. My bare foot rested on a cold concrete floor and that's all I knew of my whereabouts. That and a metal chair. I listened intently but there was no noise to be heard. No voices, no near by traffic, nothing but dead silence. I also worried about my cat. One of my attackers had snatched him away and I assumed had set him free, but Capone couldn't survive the cold, busy street's.

Hour's upon hour's passed and my moods floated from one to the next... anger, fear, panic, sadness. Eventually my worry gave way to sleep. I can't recall how long I'd dozed off but the door springing open awakened me. Deciding not moving was my best option I pretended to be asleep. Suddenly my head was jerked up and a man snarled. "Boss wants us to rough you up a bit before he sees you".

The bag was lifted from my head and I squinted my eye's as the bright light blinded me. Taking a few seconds to adjust I saw three strange men standing off by a table. They was dressed impeccably but what caught my attention was the tools lying on the stainless steel table. Pliars, drills, saws, a abundance of knives and wires. Immediately my insides started to churn and pure terror took my mind over. One of the men approached me and a trickle of relief washed over me as I noticed his hands were empty. "Boss claims you been given him some problems".

Who was this boss they spoke of. For the most part I already knew the answer.... Demarco Harper. Yet a tiny piece of me didn't want to believe he was capable of such. I guess I overestimated him considering he'd let me get by with so much already. I was brought out of my thoughts by a fist connecting to my jaw. Everything went black and fuzzy and my ears rang. Blinking rapidly I regained my vision in time enough to feel a fist smash into my gut. The wind was knocked from me and I tried to gasp for air but the tape had my mouth sealed off. Another fist crashed down onto my cheek and I tasted blood. I had always considered myself tough and assumed I could handle anything  but the pain was overwhelming and panic set in as I realized I would die here. Tears spilled from my eye's and my body began to tremble. I felt lightheaded as if I was on the verge of fainting. Another blow connected to my other cheek and my head slumped to the side as I finally fell unconscious.

I don't know how long I was out but I welcomed the break from the beating. I was roughly woken by a very familiar voice ordering me to open my fucking eye's. Slowly I peeled them open and forced my stiff neck out of it's slumped position. The pain from my bruised faced caused me to squint as I moved and I could feel dried blood under my nose. Before I could fully sit up Demarco snatched the tape from my mouth. A whimper escaped me as the glue tore against my tender skin. "Do you know why your here bitch?"