Buried Freedom. Lost. (phantasm)

chapter 4

My unstable legs managed to lift me up
"Who told you you could speak? " his tone is stentorian.

"You I guess" my voice is tremulous contradicting the words I spoke. I surprise my self. My valiance will get me killed sooner.

He's slightly taken aback.
"Hmm I guess so." He exchanged glances with the rest of the captors.
"So, sweetheart you passed your little test, what award do you deserve now" his tone is caustic; Now I'm horrified.

"I want to go back and sit" my tone is curt but my expression does otherwise.

He smirks, he's a devil.
"You don't want to go home" he's giving me the 'sardonic I am concerned face.'
I look away and catch sight of the guy i thought was Paul.
He just stares back at me sternly.

"Well there's all kinds of home; right now my only feasible home is where I sat down" that was the best response I could feel safe to say. No way they can use it against me.
The whole van fell silent with uneasiness. My eyes dart again to the guy I thought was Paul, his gaze is eagerly on me. How can he be the one that kidnapped me? His face looked like he hasn't seen evil.

"What of mummy and daddy?" The riddle man pouts babishly. I can't believe a demon could have such a face. Where are your horns, king of sin?

Bitterness crept into my face at the mention of daddy. I take in a long breath and say nothing.

"Wait wait wait" one of the captors high pitched voice hushed, this one is blonde  "Aren't you the famous cocotte's daughter? Heard she went from sleeping with men to get money to sleeping with them to pay them"  he announced, more to everyone else, but me.
They all laugh loudly and mockingly.
I ball my fist and swallowed ale. I'm fuming and it's clear.
I shouldn't react to them, it'll only make things worse, but I can't control me when my mom is being insulted. Especially by these devils. Well at least they didn't mention Daniel Thompson.
  The riddle man ,who seems to be the leader, shuts them up after a long minute filled with their devilish laughter, and gestures back at me.

Noticing my countenance, he starts.
"I bet you'd kill Arthur without flinching, if you get the chance" and moves closer, his mouth close to my ear.

Oh you bet I will, and you too and all of you, surprisingly hot, bunch of sociopaths.

"Stop it, kace you're upsetting our little shrewd" one of the men mocked.
So the riddle man is kace and the blonde jerk is arthur.

"oops" Kace places his index finger over his lips.
"And now she's all miffed and fuming like a stuffed animal, I bet you're soft"
He cups my cheeks in his large palm and squeezed it roughly, making my mouth pout.   "Hmmm, really soft like a marshmallow"
"like an invertebrate" he adds with a faint tremor of amusement on his lips

"A squid"
the guy I thought was Paul said from his corner.

"Yep dexter, that's perfect" kace slowly loosens his grip on my cheeks and rubs his thumb on my jawline then closely beneath my lips.
So there's kace, Dexter and Arthur fuck face.

"You're squid now" I look him dead In the eye. His eyes held the machinations of an unscrupulous enemy.
  Dexter gave me squid, how Gracious.
Maybe I should put this in royalness: "squid" he said in the lofty grace of a prince. Pathetic.
 
I hate that name.

They're all a bunch of crazy people but I don't know why I feel like, just the way in every group there's like a rebel, maybe he's not really one of them.

So he's a prince, a blue blood and this is the chronicle of how a lame bitch became a queen, you big fool.

No not that, you stupid voice in my head, maybe cause I saw him in a place close to home Or maybe I'm just the dumbest fuck to walk the earth.
   Instead of me to find my escape route, I'm putting my hope in a maniac.
The whole van was silent for the rest of the evening . The silence was clouded with heavy breaths and debilitating fears of alluring fate.
I didn't see Dexter again. After I became the centre of attraction he seemed to have disappeared.