I still got your back, you stupid bad-ass

Kidnapped

Kenny's POV

I dodged another punch and steadied my fist. It collided with his jaw, while my shin worked on it’s own. I kicked every man’s weakness and took advantage of his pain to land a blow on his gut. He made a pained sound and bent over. I kicked, punched and ruthlessly fought until the man was bleeding from every place imaginable. I knew that a lot of his ribs had cracked, and he also broke a lot of bones. Finally, he collapsed unconscious, and a deadly silence tore through the crowd. Then they declared my fighting name, and handed me the money, but I ignored them and walked past the unmoving body, off the stage, and out of the warehouse.

Don't worry, A voice in my head said. They'll save it for you.

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I had used the guy as a punching bag to release my anger. It was wrong, but I didn’t really have any other options. I was out of strength.

“Hey,” said a voice. “Where ya goin’?”

I ignored him and tried to walk past, but he grabbed my arm.

“Don’t be like that. Stay and we can have some fun.” he said huskily.

“No thanks,” I said harshly.

He smiled. “You have a pretty voice. I wonder what it sounds like when you’re screaming my name?”

I gritted my teeth and pulled away from his grasp. But he wouldn’t budge.

“C’mon.” he said, laughing. “Don’t be mean.”

I clenched my other fist and tried to land a blow, but he grabbed it quickly and smirked.

“Good. I like them feisty.”

I couldn’t hear what he said next, because my vision was blurring.

I blacked out before I knew it.

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When I woke up, my vision was all fuzzy, and my head was pounding.

I blinked, trying to focus. It took a few minutes of squeezing my eyes shut and opening. Then repeating the process over and over again until I could see clearly--only slightly.

I was suddenly aware of my surroundings.

My mouth was covered in duct tape, which were stuck to my lips like super glue. I couldn’t even move my lips, much less twitch.

My hands were tied with heavy ropes, and the ropes were bound against a post. My legs were also tied up.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Some guy in a chair raised his head and blinked sleepily. He looked at me for a second.

“STEPHEN, SHE’S AWAKE!” he yelled.

I made an ‘Mmmph’ sound, trying to tell him to shut up.

He looked at me, and I saw nothing indecent about the guy. He looked purely innocent.

“Are you okay?” he asked, proving my point.

I glared at him, seeing as I couldn’t talk, and gave him the look which says, ‘Do you think I’m okay?’

Honestly, if I weren’t tied up, I would’ve said more.

Three guys came in.

I looked at each of their faces. Only one, I recognized. The guy who was outside the warehouse yesterday. Only he looked slightly different.