An Untold Story

A Horrible Discovery

-"What are you doing?" I exclaimed as I was being thrown from the hindquarters of Mason's horse.

-"Welcome to Nevada, darling." Mason smiled harshly as he hitched his horse at the large building before grabbing my arm tightly.

-"What is this place?" I cried as I looked at the tall structure.

-"It's my hotel, lovely." George interrupted as he too hitched his horse. The building was made of brick, something that was rare to my sights since I'm from Tombstone. The world was becoming modernized, and I didn't like it.

 -"Welcome to the Goldfield Hotel." George smiled as he rudely kissed my left cheek.

-"Don't do that!" I exclaimed.

-"Or what?" George whispered as my anger reached its peak, "You little whore." George hissed as he wiped the spit from his eye that I had proudly delivered to him, "Or what?" I repeated devilishly, taunting George and his 'manly' powers. I soon regretted smarting my tongue to him because I had received a hard slap to the face before Mason drug me into the hotel.

It was still under construction, minor touch-ups before opening to the public. It looked like a place of luxury. I didn't want to admit it, but George had a keen sight for luxury in the places that he owned.

-"What do you think?" George asked as he wiped away a thin layer of dust from the countertop of the front desk.

-"It's horrid. I would not want to stay here." I scoffed as Mason gripped my flesh harder at my response.

-"It's something you're gonna have to get used to, 'cause this is where you'll be staying for a while." George winked before walking himself to me, grabbing my throat with a lustful force, "Take her upstairs." George demanded to Mason as he nodded happily before dragging me to the staircase.

He drug me as if it wasn't a struggle up the grand staircase to a room that read "109" on the brass plate. The room was empty and un-renovated with the skeleton of a bed and a heat radiator.

-"What are you doing?" I spoke as he threw me against the wall where the radiator rested.

-"Shut up!" Mason exclaimed as he hit me with the butt of his gun.

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I awoke in a dark room, not knowing or remembering how or where I was.

-"Zak?" I whispered, hoping that he was in my presence. As I tried to stumble to my feet, a thick chain stopped me by my wrists while my ankles were tied together harshly by a thick rope. I cried softly at my situation as the heat radiator rumbled, releasing warm heat throughout the room, but as it got hot, it burned the tender skin on the top of my hands. I exclaimed sharply before I heard heavy boots running down the hallway.

-"Zak!" I screamed as I had hoped he was my rescue.

-"What did I tell you?! We have guests!" George snapped as he tied a bandana around my mouth, unable for me to speak or scream - only hum a few moans. Tears soaked my skin as I was now left alone in room 109 for possibly another night or however long I've been in this horrid building. I heard the chatter from George's new guests as their footsteps passed the room I was in. I wanted to scream and hopefully get their attention, hoping a strong man would bust down the door and rescue me.

 
Zak saving me was all I could think of.

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Zak felt jittery as the train passed through the state of Arizona and on to Nevada. The state of Arizona now had a place in his heart as it was the state where he met the love of his life. He was ready to kill George and his gang. If they had laid a finger on Elizabeth, it would be the end of the world for them and their kind. Zak gritted his teeth at the thought of them harming her. He hoped that she was alive.