Bound By Promise

Chapter Two

Amy panicked and ran the opposite direction of the parking lot. She was running around the bend when she noticed a group of people who got out from a limousine, laughing and chatting away. They were all women, and looked like models. Amy run towards them hoping that someone will be able to help her.

"Help! Please help me!" Amy reached the group and they were staring at her as if she lost her mind. "Please call the police. There is a man after me."

A dressed up barbie looking woman looked down her nose at Amy as if she was looking at a parasite. "Listen, bitch, if you can't hold your liquor, don't drink. Leave us alone, we are here to party."

"I am not drunk! Please someone let me at least borrow a phone to call the police."

"Leave us alone! Why does someone have to ruin our night every time? Just go!"

Amy couldn't believe that she couldn't get at least one of these people to help her. What is wrong with women these days? What happened to having each other's back?

While Amy wasted time on trying to get help from those women, Sam reached her and grabbed her arm roughly. "You thought you could get away from me, bitch? No one makes a fool of me, do you understand me?" He backhanded Amy with his right hand, then took a hold of her hair again as before, and brought the knife to her throat.

"If I want to buy a drink for a woman, then she accepts it. As a gratitude, maybe I'll let her suck me off later. She, however, does not turn down my drink, and try to get away from me." With every word, Sam gave a tug on Amy's hair. Amy's tears were running down her face, and her skull felt like ripping in two parts because Sam was pulling her hair so roughly.

"Let her go. Now." The voice was rough and deep. It was a man's voice, but Amy didn't know who it belonged to. Suddenly, another person exited from the limousine from where all the women exited before. The speaker was dressed in a form fitting suit, with shiny shoes. She couldn't really see his face because Sam had her head in an armlock now.

"Go fuck yourself! Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong. This is my bitch for the night, so fuck off!" Sam tugged on Amy's hair and started walking away with her. Amy knew if he took her out of here, then absolutely no one will help her, or know what happened to her.

"Please help me! I'll pay whatever you want, just help me!" Amy was getting hysterical at this point, and didn't care that she was begging a complete stranger to save her.

"Shut up, bitch! Shut your mouth before I slice you open."

"There seems to be a problem with your hearing. I recall telling you to let her go."

"Alright, that's it! It seems I have to shut you up since you don't take direction well." Sam let Amy go abruptly and pushed her away from him. Amy stumbled and almost fell to her knees. She saw that Sam was now moving toward the man who wanted to help her. He also still had the knife in his hand. She was sick of him, and the way he terrorized her tonight. She deals with clients who have done some horrible things, but even they respect her when they come to her office. Suddenly, Amy remembered that she had a taser in the compartment of her car. While Sam was busy walking toward the stranger and talking big, she got to her car and took out the taser from it.

She reached Sam just as he was prepared to lounge for the stranger. The poor man did not deserve to be hurt because he tried to save her. She reached Sam, and tapped on his shoulder.

"Hey Sam, let's get down and dirty, shall we, bitch?" Sam turned around and before he could utter a word, Amy tased him twice on his torso. Sam froze and dropped down like a bag of potatoes. "That's what you get, asshole!" Amy didn't realize how pissed off she was, and scared too to be honest. She kicked Sam in the stomach for good measure.