𝐿𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

Chapter 7 - Trapped

I could hear a voice but it was faint. I must have a sack on my head because it was pitch black not that my eyes would be clear right away. I felt the car stop... I believe. Next thing I know I feel I boot on my side and I'm crashing onto the concrete scraping my forearm. The icy cold wind slapped against my body making me shiver as the crickets sing. It must be nighttime still, so I wasn't out of long... I hope. I heard muffled yelling while I was yanked off the ground. Where were they taking me? I was obviously going to a building due to all the lights brightly shining.

To my knowledge, I'm guessing I'm being dragged through a house. I supposed once I no longer feel their grip I could fight back but I'm much too weak from that drug and it hasn't exactly worn off yet. But even if I did manage to fight back I couldn't possibly run when I'm drowsy. A hand touched my thigh so I squirmed trying to get it to remove from my thigh "Don't... D-Don't touch me," I said but all I got in response was something rough being tied to my wrist and ankles. And the sack was being ripped off my face. I blinked a few times before my eyesight became clear.

"Sleeping beauty is up. Now, let the questions begin!" A man that didn't look that much taller than me stood above me as another one sat me on a chair. The stench is here made my nose scrunch up in distaste. "What did you see, bitch?" He asked

"What are you talking about? I went home and next thing I know you people knock out me out and take me against my will!" I said struggling against the ropes. He chuckled and slapped me making my head swing violently to the side. Well, that made the effects I felt wear off.

He stood behind me and grabbed my hair pulling my head Back letting the blade press against my skin and at this point I am shaking in fear. He seemed to notice and he licked his lips "I just love it when they get scared. Now, you were at the club and you came into our room. What did you see?" I didn't respond which made him furious "See not answering will get you hurt faster," he pressed the knife into my neck harder and I felt blood trickling down. "Perhaps you are a spy. And whoever sent you would rather have you die than tells us information. We have strict order to not kill you... but that doesn't mean we won't beat the fuck out of you just because you are a woman," The man that was tattooed from the neck down just stood in the corner on the phone.

I coughed a little "I literally saw nothing! I didn't even know your faces! I only looked for a brief moment and I quickly closed the door back!" I snapped trying to sound brave

"Tch, I would watch that attitude before I go against orders and slit your throat!" His voice boomed through the basement. I winced when the ropes rubbed against my wrist. I need to get them off. "Actually, I have a better idea help me tie her to the rings on the wall." I shook my head repeatedly but they already were lifting me up. The guy grabbed one rope at a time and tied me to the hoops. "There now if you can reach this," he pulled my iPhone out of his coat and sat it halfway on the floor "We might consider doing something else than beating the fuck out of you but you have to get it before we come back in the morning if you cannot then well prepare to be a bloody pulp," He darkly chuckle and left me in the disgusting blood stain room.

"Would you be so kind as to loosen up these damn ropes first," I mumbled. I stood up and for my first attempt, I tried to use my foot. I could only wiggle and stretch it for a short time before I felt the rope digging into my skin. And so I tried multiple ways. I reached with hands and failed. I tried running but that resulted in me getting restrained back like a chained animal. My skin was becoming raw and the skin would break any moment now. My determination was stronger than the pain felt. If I could just get my phone I could contact help and if I failed I would get brutally beaten so either way it goes I would have to get my phone. I got on all fours and I ran as fast as I could and with the stretch of my right arm, my fingertip managed to touch the bottom of the phone. So I did my best to stay in place until I pulled the phone closer by an inch.