The Seven Sins

Were all going to die

Four unconscious girls lay in the trunk of big black truck. One of the girl stirs and sits up dizzily, rubbing the back of her pounding head. How did the men get her in the back of the trunk? Are the other girls awake too, it did they die somewhere in the process. Suddenly it all comes back to her. The slap across the face. The taste if her own blood pouring from her nose. The seven men had led them, dragged them more or less, out of the house past Aburn'a hysterical mom. She was tide to the kitchen table. A normal person could probably move the table out of panic strength, but Auburn's mom, even in her hysterical state was small and frail. Auburn inherited a lot from her mom.

Once their kidnappers had them out side of the house they opens the trunk to the van. No. No. No. No. They would not get her in the back of the truck! The awkward silence of the girls turned into madness once again.

Kicking. Screaming. Wailing. Punching. Four screeching girls. Seven desperate men. Seven metal sticks. Four unconscious girls. One crying mother. Seven sins to be faced. Four naughty secrets. Don't try to help them. It's already too late.

Crimson rubs her head again. She was hit the hardest, why is she the first one up. She bats her dark eye lashes trying to focus on her surroundings. There is more light in the trunk than the house and it isn't hard to breath. The murders must want us in good shape. She thinks.

1,2,3,4. All four of them are here. Auburn sobs softly in a way that makes it hard to tell if she is still knocked out or not.

"Auburn?" she whispers touching her back. The tiny girl doesn't reply. Neither does any of the other lifeless sounding girls.

Crimson leans her head back against the trunk and blows out stream of hot air out of her quivering lips. She isn't the brave one. Her mind races with everything that could be labeled as the worst casanario. She is also a very suspicious and easily afraid type of person. Five words push their way to the center of her jumbled head.

We're all going to die.