Part 7
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Dark – Chris – Mike – Awake – Card
Angry voices in the dark. No... one angry voice, one petulant one.
The angry one shouted commands. "You're not to talk to her, except to give orders or ask questions." Even at a distance, the bastard's voice hurt my pounding head.
The petulant one sounded almost whiny. "Mike, she'll be scared and not feeling well, with the aftereffects of the drugs. I want her lying down..."
You can want me all you like. Get close to me and I'll kick your balls backwards through your teeth.
"Of course you do. It's easier to f**k her lying down than standing up."
My blood ran cold and I missed whatever the angry prick said next.
"But she's not a threat," the petulant voice whined.
Sure, mate, you believe that until I get close enough to bite something off.
"You don't need to have her tied up like this," he continued.
Fucking right you don't.
I twisted my wrists within the rope – it was a little loose. Not loose enough to pull out of, but I could still move my hands a bit. The rope didn't restrict my circulation. I shifted, rolling on the concrete like an overturned turtle. I still had my clothes, but no shoes. More rope on my ankles.
I had to get rid of the rope. I needed to find a sharp edge to cut it, so I could get free. I squirmed, wondering what in hell was in my jeans pocket. It felt like a really thick credit card.
"Please. I don't think I can..." the petulant voice begged.
Mike said, "Sure you can. Nothing to it. She's tied up so she can't escape. You don't need to say a word to her. If you're lucky, she might still be unconscious. You can stick it in and be done before she wakes up to think about fighting you. Easiest lay of your life."
I heard the smack of flesh on flesh. Did Mike slap Chris on the back? Or did Chris slap Mike for saying what he did? s**t, who cared?
I managed to get two fingers into my pocket, almost dislocating my shoulder in the process. Wincing, I pinched the strange card between my fingers. Slowly, I edged it out, wishing my hands weren't tied behind my back. I wasn't sure how to bring it to my face so I could see it. I explored the edges with my fingers, trying to work out what it was.
I heard something scrape across concrete.
"What the hell is that for?" Mike sneered.
It was the Swiss Card I'd bought Jason for his birthday. This was in my bag – one of them must have stuck it in my pocket. Someone was trying to help me.
"In case I get hungry or thirsty. You said she's mine all night." Chris sounded uncertain.
Mike laughed. "Yeah, you would need a snack to keep your stamina up for more than a minute. Have fun with her. Tell me about it tomorrow."
I heard heavy footsteps leaving.
I desperately tried to pull a blade out of the card, but I couldn't seem to find one. Oh s**t, oh shit...
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