The Bad Boys Girl

Your not you when your hungry

Crystals prov:

I've been here probably for about 32 hours and I'm starving. All they gave  me within the time I've been here was a shot glass full of water which hardly recovered my dehydration and a piece of meat which honestly looked like dog shit. How was I supposed to survive on hardly edible food and hardly any water? I groan in pain due to my hunger as a man walked in the room I was in. I looked up to see him holding fries that actually looked edible. Thank goodness. He handed them to me as I scoff them down my throat as if I'd never seen food in my life not have I ate it.

You know what they say "your not you when your hungry." I finished the fries in a matter of seconds as the guy looked at me astonished. What? Can't a girl eat these days? He shook his head pulling him back into reality as he gave me a bottle of water. Yes a bottle of water! Is it Christmas already?

"Thanks." I say, looking up at him studying his features. He was approximately in his mid- twenty's and didn't look bad for his age. The man nodded is head to prove that he heard. A minute passed as awkward tension filled the air making me shift uncontrollably. He noticed my sudden action and walked out the room giving me my space and time to think.

Why am I even here? What did I do? Where's my friends? Questions surrounded my thoughts even though I didn't have an answer to any of them. Great. I slump my body on the floor taking natural gulps of water as I did so.

The door knob twisted causing the door to creep open revealing a yet another crew member. Am I cursed or was I born with some sort of death wish? Either one didn't sound at all appealing. The guy came up to me and grabbed me by the shoulders hoisting me up on to my feet not so gently. I grunt and follow him having no clue where I was going.

This is a place where you could literally be hiding for ever and not be found no joke nor am I being over dramatic. The narrow stone walls seemed like they were closing in on us but i think my mind is hallucinating due to the small space around me and how claustrophobic I feel. I tried to hold my stance whilst I was being dragged and pulled in all sorts of directions.

The man had a rough hold on my hair making me wince in pain nearly every five seconds. Yet all he did was chuckle like he'd just won the lottery. Dick. I felt like punching him in the face ten billion times but I managed to resist the urge.

"Hurry up I haven't got all day!" The man growled as I was about to whimper back in fear but didn't do so since I didn't want him to have the statifaction of seeing me weak because of him. I send him a glare that he caught and returned. It felt like we have been walking for ages, my feet were killing me.

Finally the stranger put both of our bodies to a halt as we stood in front of a door. I could hear faint voices coming from the other side as I wondered what they were saying. The man looked brave but dancing around in his eyes I could sense fear. Since when does he have the right to be scared when I'm the one that's been kidnapped! This is getting ridiculous and out of hand.

The door swung open revealing a man that looked to be about to be in his fifties. He had light, baby blue eyes mwith wrinkles surrounding them with a mixture of black and grey hair. What was a man like him doing here doesn't he have a wife or kids to get to? I mean seriously who would spend there time kidnapping a teenager instead of being at home with their family? It's weird if you ask me.

"Finalmente trajiste a la chica! Sus amigos están en la otra habitacion bien cuidados. Colocarla adentro quiero tener una agradable conversacion com esta hermosa y joven mujer." He replied speaking fluently in Spanish. It's a good job my mum taught me this. Correct me if I'm wrong but I think he said 'finally you brought the girl! Her friends are in the other room being well looked after. Place her inside I want to have a nice chat with this gorgeous, young woman' I think I'm going to be sick and why on Earth are my friends here? Are they okay?

Thoughts and worst case scenarios ran through my mind as each and every one of them I was thinking about became worse and worse as I went along. I praying in my mind that they are okay because I swear if he hurts them I will literally kill him even if I have to go to jail or it. This man will have it coming if he even thinks about laying a finger on them or even intending to hurt them. The stranger holding dragged me inside where 7 other men were seated either smoking a cigarette or weed or taking drugs. 5 of them were looking at me as the man that was at the door placed me in a seat.

The stranger that once had his diseased fingers on my hair has now left leaving me here with a bunch of crack heads and douche bags. After a couple of seconds silence the man opened his mouth to speak whilst all the other men slowly stopped what they were doing trying not to make it obvious that they were trying to eavesdrop on our convocation. Even a dumbass could figure they were trying to listen in on our chat. Nosy bitches.

They all sat and looked at me as the man in front of me spoke.

"I'm Laken Winters. I'm here to kill you."

Hey sorry to leave you on a cliff hanger but it makes it more interesting. It said I was going to post two in one day yesterday but something came up. This is the chapter that was supposed to be published yesterday. I'm still going to do another 2 today like I said so enjoy!!!!!
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