The clunky recorder that has been eavesdropping on the boys for almost two days now has fallen and shifted, and it now sits uncomfortably near my torso.
A sharp piece of metal or plastic or something is poking into my skin.
I shift in the chair, trying to get comfortable.
It's nearly impossible because a mile of rope surrounds me, tying me to this chair.
I heave a sigh.
And I notice that all of the boys in the room are staring at me.
Inside, I curse myself for drawing their attention.
That never bodes well for me.
Ron walks over to face me, somehow lacking his usual pride; it is replaced by a slow stagger.
"What?" he slurs angrily.
"Nothing," I say, not meeting his cold eyes.
"That wasn't nothing, little girl. Do I look stupid?"
"No, but you look drunk." As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I know that they are a mistake.
I cringe, waiting for the slap or punch that I know is coming.
Ron takes a different route.
Flipping open a switchblade so fast that I don't even see where it came from, Ron holds the knife to my throat.
"Still look tired to you?" He whispers close to my face.
His breath smells like cigarette smoke and cheap liquor.
I can't move. I can't think.
All I can feel is the cold metal on my throat.
Slowly I shake my head.
He laughs. God, I hate it when he laughs.
"Your pride is gonna cost you, honey," He smiles, increasing pressure on the knife.
I close my eyes.
"Ron, stop!" Rock bellows.
YOU ARE READING
Taken
RomanceWhat would you do if you were taken? Shae Mallory is kidnapped in the middle of the night by a group of teenage boys. She is tied up, and left in a chair. She is given nothing to eat or drink. But something surprising happens: one of the boys falls...
