Dirty Deeds (Part 2 of 'No Good Deed'

Director's Chair. *triggers*

           *Cia's POV*

          I awake, bound in the corner once more. The sounds of struggling snapped me out of slumber. Levi is shooting in the morning. The realization smothers me as I immediately start to fret. I hear the door crack and the light of the hallway blinds me and I shift to relieve myself of the offending glare clouding my vision. Several men enter with Levi and I see them dragging a woman.

      My heart thuds relentlessly as we take one another in. She appears to be mid twenties. Light brown hair with honey streaks and beautiful dark eyes. Caramel skin. Maybe latino? Her lips quivers as she takes in my naked, restrained state. She has not stopped crying, and I can't blame her. My eyes water too. I'm so sorry. I mouth to her. I will try whatever I can. She nods in thanks while they focus on one another. I feel motherly towards this beautiful woman. I want to fight for her. Protect her. I can't even save my damn self. I'm pathetic. I don't want to let them hurt her. I ignore my tears as I take in the room. Five men total. Five. I'm injured, and I'm nettong she is too. I'm dehydrated no doubt, and starving. My whole body is a continuous throb.

       Five men. Two injured women. Much smaller than even the puniest one. Goddamn it. I'm so sick of this. Every day. Every day, it is a fight to survive and to now I once again have another life to protect. Can I live with her on my conscious should I fail? My heart sinks further into a puddle of my internal despair. My legs are free, hands are not. I can kick, spit, bite,  headbutt, stomp and flail. But that's it. I need weapons. Equalizers. You can't use those with your feet though. I try to think on my feet. I decide to cough dryly and try to direct their attention from her, as I can see she's not restrained.

       The men were stripping the bed down to it's plastic protector. The floor would mop easily. My old friend nausea returns. There is a mock director's chair and several others staged near it on the side where the lights and camera are staged. The men look at me annoyed, as I hack and wheeze. Levi immediately releases the girl to come to me. 

       "I'll be right back guys. She needs her bottle. She's had no water since last night." Levi leaves the room and the men laugh at him.

       "Fucking creep. She needs her bottle.  Why? They always kill them anyways? Why even bother?" One remarks.

       "Because, it's his new sister. The gold digger died, so I guess that..." He gestures to me. "Pathetic thing is his and Charles's new toy."

       "Ew. Good money, but the people you meet in this shit." The woman has slinked a few feet back. A thick, black flashlight is on a chest feet from her. I look to her, catching her gaze, then desperately towards the night stand. Get it. Quietly. I'll get their attention. She nods. I lean forward and make retching sounds, hu ching my shoulders and gagging loudly.

       "Nasty bitch." My sounds are gut churning and realistic enough, I let them get louder and louder. I might not be able to save her, but I can give her a chance to save herself. I dramatically collapse onto my face and I go limp. I can sense them staring now, half entertained at the morbid spectacle and half alarmed. I have to get them to me, and farther from the door. I prepare myself for pain as I fight against my own aches and convulse as realistically and hard as I can.

       "What the fuck!" I hear them approach me as I continue my exhausting and painful fit. I do not dare crack an eye to see what's happening. Several footsteps follow the door and the door shuts. But I only heard three feet, so I continue on. The man steps closer, and I feel him touch me. I keep jerking around until I can kick his leg out and he crashes. I continue to convulse with a cracked eye as I see the woman sneak up on him. I make a gargling sound and thrash more.