Dominique: Her Tale of Fate

|| Twenty-Eight

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Screams shot through her ears, and her mind soared into the recollection of the incidence. The voices yelling and her very own cries ushered her back to consciousness as she snapped out of her sleep. Her eyes peeled open and she met with the dark wall across her.

Looking around, she noticed she was in a small murky room. There was no means of illumination in the room. All she could see was a door at the right side, but there were no windows.

A striking pain throbbed in her temple, and she tried to raise her hand to her head, but she couldn’t as both her arms were held to her back. Panicking, she wriggled her arms, as she tried to get them free, but the chains only rattled loudly.

“Help!” She screamed out, but her voice only came back to her, and everything went quiet again.

Looking to her feet, she noticed that they were also bound with chains. Again, she tried to wring herself free, but the cold metal of the chains burned into her skin. The inside corners of her eyebrows slanted upwards as she winced. Yet, despite her tries, the chains refused to budge.

Her shoulders slouched as she was hit with the feeling of failure. Her eyes glistered with tears as she thought of Alex, and as much as she tried to repress the tears, they rolled out of her eyes. She had lost the fight even before it had begun. She, just like the others who had been taken, will forever be forgotten.

Her mind went to the last conversation she had with the girls, and a sad smile crawled up her lips as she remembered their plans, and how they had grew a faint faith that they would be able to defeat the syndicates.

Her thoughts were drawn away from this as the image of Alex being hit the head and passing out kept flashing before her eyes, causing a burning sensation to tingle in her chest.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced the pain out of her system in the form of bitter tears that streaked down her raised cheeks.

All of a sudden, she was overwhelmed with anger. Her jaws clenched tightly as she pressed her lips together, and screamed. “Show your faces, assholes!”

Now, she did not care what will happen to her. All she cared now was to make sure she would not go down without a fight. They would not be able to keep her hostage, and use her for their own pleasure. No, it was either she escaped this or she lets death snatch her.

Yelling out, she cried, “I said show your stupid faces!”

Instantly, the door flew open and two buff men came into the room, walking straight to her. From her position on the cold floor, the men looked like two haunting giants, but Minnie was not scared of them.

To be sincere, she couldn’t care less if they killed her. Now, even death doesn’t scare her.

Their faces were smartly hidden beneath skull masks, and they were clad in jeans and dark hoodies.

“Shut your mouth, bitch!”

One of the men yelled at her, his voice sounding tough, and aiming to be intimidating, but to their shock, Minnie laughed.

“You both are crazy bastards,” She mocked, “I don’t have to waste my words with you. I need to speak to your fucking bosses!”

The man, who had earlier spoken, raised his hand and slapped her hard across her cheek. Her face was flown to the side, due to the severity of his slap. Minnie could feel the pain surge through her jaws, massaging their way to the rest of her face. But, she looked right back up to them, ignoring the pain and the tears which had gathered in her eyes.