LUXURE

32. SAVE YOURSELF

*CONTENT WARNING, pretty violent and gruesome at scenes*

I fumbled in the back in any attempt to open the trunk. The car bounced and turned and it felt like we were flying down the road, driving carelessly as I flew around in the trunk. The roar of the exhaust was too loud for me to hear anything being spoken in the cab of the car. What felt like hours later, I finally felt the car start begin to slow down. I knew we must have been close to wherever they were taking me, I also knew that it meant they would probably open the trunk any minute now, which was probably my last ditch effort to get away.

Because the trunk was so small, I couldn't get into a good enough position to spring out of the car when they opened it. I propped myself up on my elbow ready to jump out at any second. When the car stopped, I heard the other car doors open and close before the trunk opened only an inch. 

"This one's all you Franz." I heard a male voice say. I pushed up against the trunk in an attempt to pop it open but whoever had a hold on it didn't let it budge. 

Suddenly, a man pushed it open and stood in my way, I tried lunging at him but he grabbed my arms and pinned me down. Another man came into my line of sight, but he held a cloth in his hand. I squirmed and fought against the hands holding me down as much as I could. The man with the cloth bent down and forced the cloth against my mouth, holding my nose and blocking my breathing. I instantly realized what was going on. Chloroform. 

I held my breath and kicked anything and everything that I could while being pinned down. Eventually, I had to breathe and not long after, I felt the  effects wash over me as the darkness of flooded through my vision.

Whatever I was laying on felt cold and hard as stone. I pried my eyes open as realization of what happened hit me. The events of the night started to invade my mind again and I sat up with a gasp as my last memory was getting stuffed in the trunk of a car. My head spun and my eyelids felt heavy. I scanned the room. It was dark and hard to see everything clearly, but it was a small room, nearly the size of a small closet, with a cement floor, a small window in the far corner, far too small for me to fit through, and it looked like it had a metal grate on the outside of it. My eyes scrambled around the room, looking for anything to help me escape. There was a thin strip of light shining through from under the door. I frantically lunged at the door. 

Suddenly, my foot was yanked back, keeping me from accessing the door. That's when I realized they had chained my ankle. A thick strip of metal held my ankle prisoner with a long chain that was connected to a thick piece of metal on the wall. I pulled to no avail to free my ankle but gave up after a few minutes. It was no use.

I let out a scream of frustration. The chain stopped me from getting close to the door. I heard footsteps outside of the door just as a shadow of stood right on the outside. I heard the click of a door unlocking and what sounded like a heavy latch sliding before the door swung open. Light from outside of the room blinded my eyes that were so adjusted to the dark. I flinched as a man stepped into the door.

"'bout time you woke up." A whiney voice rang through my ears.  I looked up to reveal someone I hadn't seen before. "I guess I must have given you too much." He laughed like an evil villain. I was so confused and with no sense of time. Where was Giovanni? Mark? Was Jordie okay? So many questions ran through my head.

"H-how long?" I stuttered 

"Few hours I think? Anyways, Miguel wants to know your home address." He said as if it was no big deal. 

"Why would I tell you that?" I seethed. The man stepped forward and kicked me hard in the side. I heard a faint crunch and I whimpered in pain as I clutched where the pain was radiating.