Blood Red Blindfold

Chapter 5

My body continues to swing violently. My ankles drag across the van floor painfully. I hear Josh groan from the floor and Bumpy hastily binding his limbs. The van swerves causing me to crash into the cold metal wall. I groan as pain shoots up my back. My arms ache from supporting my hanging weight.

After several minutes, my arms start to quiver. They tremble slightly. Then they start to shake. Every bump makes me bight my lip, trying not to shout in pain. My face contorts as I try to push myself up in my feet. It's no use. We swing wide again and I slam into the side of the van. I yelp as my arms burn like fire. My eyes snap open, only to see the same stupid red that shields my vision.

Hands wrap around my wrists as the van hits a pothole. My entire body tenses. But the hands are soft and gentle. They untie me from the pole on the ceiling. Without letting me fall, arms gently wrap around my waist and lower me to the van floor.

I sigh in relief from the absence of pain. Feeling slowly comes back into my arms. I hear someone shift overtop of me.

"Why'd you do that?" grumbles Bumpy.

Ginger clears his throat. "She was in pain. And we don't need her shoulder dislocated anyways."

My shoulder brushes Josh's bound legs. He flinches but then relaxes. Is he blindfolded? I guess it doesn't matter one way or the other.

A scream rises up inside of me. I want to scream bloody murder. I want someone to hear us. I want to shout for help as loud as possible. But this gag won't help. I need it taken off of me.

I mumble incoherently. I hear the two men shift towards me. I mumble some nonsense a little louder.

"What?" grumbles Bumpy.

"My dog is left at home alone," I lie, still incoherent so that they don't understand.

Soft hands reach to my cheeks and brush by them. The gag is pulled out of my mouth.

"What, girl?" questions Ginger.

"Please," I plead to the red darkness, "I left my dog home alone when you took me. He'll starve!" I try my best to convince them of my concern. It's hard, though, because I've never had a dog in my life. What a stupid lie to choose. I feel like I'm talking to no one.

"You really think we care about your dog?" spits Bumpy.

I flinch. A car honks behind the van. I take my opportunity. I let out an ear piercing scream.

"HELP US!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "HEL-"

Someone tackles me to the floor. I try to flail but my limbs are bound. A hand clamps over my mouth. And the man leans to my ear, his hot breath on my neck.

"Nice try sweetie. But I don't play like that. I like my women docile and obedient." His rough finger grazes my cheek.

I scream into his hand. Josh shouts through a gag from his place on the floor. He definitely isn't blindfolded. I try to kick Bumpy off of me. I squirm under his weight. He sneers and secures my head with both of his hands. One on my mouth and the other pressing forehead to the ground. I wail, wanting so badly to escape. Josh continues to yell through the gag, incoherently.

"Shut up!" yells Marine from the front of the van.

"Cut it out," seethes Ginger. "Get off of her and leave her alone. She's already scared to death. You're hurting her."

"I'll do what I want. And she needs to learn to respect the dominate men," spits Bumpy.

I whimper underneath him. I feel Ginger pull Bumpy off of me and push him away. "We can't get what we want with a broken body," he says. He leans down to me and gently gags me again. I don't fight him. I try to slow down my breathing. I hear Josh breathing hard through his nose. I can imagine his nose flaring.

I just want to go home and crawl back into bed. I just want to feel safe. I want to be away from these four dangerous men. How had I been dragged into this?