The Criminal and Her Lil Bunny

Runaway

C H A P T E R 2
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The adrenaline was pumping through him like a wildfire. He didn't know if he could make it much further, they were right behind him. Throat tightly constricted, eyes blurred and stinging from terrified tears. They were after him, and they had no mercy. His legs dashed as far and fast as he could, already were they aching and screaming for him to give in.

He never wanted this to happen, he thought he was safe. He tried not to take their threats seriously but he should have done so from the beginning. He didn't understand why he deserved this pain.

He turned the last corner, he knew he couldn't run any further. Through the thick of night, he collapsed onto the cold, cement floor. Merely missing one's pair of black and worn timberland shoes.

Through profligate heart beats and uneven breathing, the stress of knowing he could be beaten to death in seconds maimed into his chest. The male looked up through his long lashes and blurry sight to glimpse up at someone slightly hidden in the dark, towering over him, but no seeming to want to hurt him.

Suddenly a flash of light had hit the figures face. The boy below didn't care that there was a woman in front of him, one he was sure to have seen in front of him before. That uneven choppy black hair and tall, bony, body. Because the flash of light came from his attackers. The male trying to breath evenly on the floor, moved to watch the four crooks stop in front of the two.

Sweat beaded from the boys forehead. He whimpered under his breath when the man chuckled teasingly at the broken mess on the floor. The leader of four spoke, but it was not directed at the boy on the floor. But the woman above.

She held her hands deep in her pockets, her dark brown eyes not on the crooks, but on the boy below her, she couldn't keep her eyes away from the visible pain in his physique.

"Come on Girly," The male purred. "Let us have him. We don't want any trouble." The make them licked his lips, his eyes circling her body.

"Trouble," She mocked. "Like you never come with trouble." She sarcastically rolled her dark eyes.

The light of the torch burned her irises as the man moved the light to see her face better. The males paled a little more at the woman's face, she had obviously has some business, which meant she wasn't in the mood for anyone like them.

Blood, lazily dripping from her split lip, a black bruise forming around her right eye. A cut, maybe from a knife, achingly on her left cheek. She was a mess, but the boy below her could see that it wasn't a bad mess, it was a mess of strength and it was radiating off of her like the sun.

She took a small glimpse at the boy. He shook in the cold, arms wrapped around his body as his shook turned to small hope. He was putting his trust in this woman with only ever giving her a small, blushing glance.

One of the four men froze when their leader spoke. "He's ours, do you not remember the last time you got in the middle of our business?"

"I remember you getting beat to the pulp by a group of girls." She wasn't supposed to sound sexist.

The true story was that it was a group of six girls, found in illegal sex trafficking after they had been kidnapped and used for over a year.

The four men in front of this woman worked for the sex trafficking business, and after she was caught helping woman escape from the warehouse. She, in some form, let the dogs out on them.