5. A Call for Help
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“You won’t lie to me, right?”
She hated him. It was him and Kenzy that she would enjoy killing the most.
She couldn’t help it when she glared back at him. If she didn’t have the ball gag in her mouth, she would have spit at him.
He shook his head in disappoint. “I wished it wasn’t like this. Kenzy here was such a good girl. She promised you would be too.”
Harley wretched.
The sound erupted from her and she doubled over as more spit gushed out from behind the rubber ball.
Sam darkly looked at her.
“That’s very disappointing.”
He yanked her back by her hair.
She howled as he stood up and dragged her across the floor.
“I hate liars. But do you know who I hate the most?” He twisted her head back so that he could stare her right in the eyes. “Thieves.”
Harley shook her head.
She didn’t know what he was talking about. She didn’t steal anything. She didn’t even know him.
Sam sighed. “You’re lying. I told you not to do that. You know that pisses me off.”
He tapped her nose.
The brief touch was followed by a harsh slap across her face.
Her head whipped to the side. She cried out, the sound muffled, but not silenced. Her head rang from the force.
She felt something trickle from her nose. She couldn’t see it, but she guessed it was blood.
The force of his hand had shoved the ball further into her mouth, pushing her jaw to the breaking point.
He clenched her hair tightly and shook her head back and forth.
“Don’t fall asleep on me.”
She was trying to, but not for his sake.
Blood was in her mouth now. She could taste it. She didn’t know where it was coming from. The pain was blooming all over her face. Her sight was blurry for a moment before it cleared.
He wasn’t glaring at her anymore. There was a pleased look on his face.
“There we go. Be good now. I’m going to give you your punishment.” He pulled her closer and pressed his lips to her ear. “Scream as much as you want. No one’s going to hear you.”
If Harley hadn’t been so terrified to the point where she was going to wet her pants, she was now. The man’s voice sent shockwaves through her. It felt like he was skinning her alive and he hadn’t done anything yet.
Terrified, her gaze shifted from him to the men leering behind him and Kenzy. Sweet Kenzy who Harley thought was too nice to hurt a fly had hurt her like this. There was still a sliver of hope left inside of her, but most of it had been overtaken by the dark betrayal. She tasted something foul on her tongue. She was filled with the taste until she was drowning in it.
So this is what everything had come to. This was her life. And this was where she was going to die.
She wished she’d been able to do more with her life. She’d been nothing but a jokester, hurting people because she thought that made her a bigger person. She hadn’t learned her lessen. Just last week she scammed some helpless guy into giving her twenty bucks for gas when she ran out at the four stop. She’d spent all her money the weekend before getting drunk and high off her ass.
She was sorry now. She really was.
But that wasn’t going to help her now.
Kenzy wasn’t looking at her. She was scared to. Harley could see her fear in her shaking hands and the stray tears that were falling down her rosy cheeks. As much as Harley wanted to believe Kenzy was sorry for what she’d done, Harley couldn’t. Kenzy was lying.
Harley wasn’t a thief. She might lie and scam people with made up stories, but she didn’t steal right out. She got people to trust her and give her things. That was the extent of stealing she did.
Sam shoved Harley’s face down to the ground. She had no way to fight so she went down like a bag of bricks. Her face slammed into the cold cement. Her teeth smashed into her gums, only protected by the rubber ball in her mouth that was tearing her jaw into two. She was full on stabbing now, squeezing her eyes close.
Her mouth pooled with blood. It was running down her nose, lips, and chin. When she cracked her eyes open—blurry from being knocked too hard—she saw it dripping onto the concrete. The dark red liquid ran into the crack in front of her, creating a river of blood. Her head was pounding. She couldn’t breathe, swallow, or think.
There was just pain. A dark looming pain that filled her up like a hot air balloon to the point where she truly believed she was going to burst.
“There is an easy way to do this.”
Harley tried to say “f**k you”, but it came out sounding like nothing more than a gurgle.
He was so full of himself. Cocky. He thought himself untouchable.
“Tell me where you put the money and I’ll get you a nice spot in my whorehouse.” He gave a dark laugh. “Or I just might keep you for myself.”
Harley coughed behind the gag. Her stomach lurched by both ideas.
“Of course, there is the hard way,” he said. It was obvious he didn’t like the sound of this one. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll let my men f**k you one by one until you’re bleeding from all holes. I’ll let them f**k you until you’re dead. Maybe I’ll record it. Maybe I’ll sell it and millions will watch you’re dead corpse get railed.”
Harley gagged. She was about to puke. There was no way that she was going to be able to stop it.
Sam stood up. He stomped down on her stomach.
She lurched forward, screaming.
“I’m going to let you think about it. You have fifteen minutes until I get back.”
He turned his back to her. Him, his men, and Kenzy left Harley heaving on the cold ground.
As she watched them disappear and she was left in the darkness, she prayed.
Please, she called out. Anyone. Help me.
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