Wild Card

Chapter 1 | Claire

I wake up, dizzy. I try to get up, but my hands are attached behind my back and my ankles are tied together. Crap. I am gonna beat up the person who did this to me. We are in June, and I have final exams to pass! Kidnap me on summer break, will you? I scan the room that I am in, or, as I should say, the truck, because I am being transported like a chicken to my final resting place. It's dark, so I can barely see anything. A bunch of girls, at least five, are there. I can hear their breathing. They are sleeping peacefully. They probably had a drug in their veins that made them fall deep into an unnatural sleep. I most likely got a smaller dose, making me wake up earlier than I should have. I hear muffled voices talking in front.

"Almost there... load them off."

The truck stops. Oh no. I hear the doors slam and footsteps coming closer and closer to me. I pretend to sleep while a man hoists me carelessly on his shoulder. I hold back a grunt.

"Hey Bob, I got a light one!"
"Oh, pass her to me!"

What? This can't be good. I get thrown into another man's arms, who are definitely less muscular than the other one's, who bounces me around to test my weight. Hello? Haven't you seen a thin and fit 17 year-old? I can't stand this anymore. I open my eyes and head-bump Bob right in the jaw. He falls back, making me fall violently on the ground, making me grunt this time. However, he quickly reacts and kicks me in the stomach, cutting my breath short. He starts yelling to his coworker, who is putting a girl into a car, to go get the syringe. Stupid, stupid. I should've kept my eyes closed. I try to squirm out of my position, back on the ground and Bob pushing on me with his foot.

"Dave, move it! She's a squirmy one!"
"Coming!"

I don't even have time to turn my head that a warm liquid is injected in my arm and that I start to lose consciousness. The last thing I see is Bob rubbing his jaw. At least I did some damage, I say to myself before falling into a deep sleep.