The two men carried you out of the building, forcing you to leave Gordan behind. You didn't want to go to the brothels or be alone, but what choice did you have? It was dark outside, and it had begun raining. The men threw you into the back of a black van, closing and locking the door. They climbed up front and started the van, pulling out of the parking lot. The man who’d began driving didn’t seem to know what a speed limit was. You slid into a wall every time the man turned. After a bit the van came to a halt and you slid to the front wall. The door opened and the two men pulled you out, taking you to a small building with bright lights. One opened the door, the other one throwing you inside. You managed to lift your head to see a bunch of women in skimpy dresses staring at you.
“Here. She’s your problem now.” One of the men spoke up. The door closed behind you before a couple women rushed to you.
“You poor dear..” One woman commented, her and another helping you up. They walked you into the back, setting you down on a couch.
“What's your story, dear?” The first one asked, pulling off your shirt. You would have tried to stop her, but you were weak.
“Just got mixed up with some bad people… I need to go home.” You replied. You needed to find Oswald. The woman undid the krusty bandages, gasping when she say the wounds.
“She needs a hospital.” She explained and no sooner did you vomit all over your lap. A woman pulled out a cell phone, dialing 911 as you started to convulse. They tried to hold you down, each one of them grabbing a seizing limb as you shook. Your eyes rolled back into your head before your body stopped all movements.
YOU ARE READING
A Psycopath's Doll
ספרות חובביםYour childhood isn't know, but here you are. Working as a body guard for Oswald Cobblepot. Protect and Survive as best you can.
