Page 73 of Pervade London
A rush of terror left me paralyzed.
Four men in combat gear poured out of the vehicle, trapping me between them and the hedge. My heart hammered against my chest as adrenaline spiked through my veins. With unsteady legs, I bolted left to round the car and escape…
Brutal hands dragged me to the back of the car, violently forcing me onto the rear seat. I bashed my head when I hit the other side, trying to get out.
The men trailed in behind me.
One of them snatched at the hair at my nape, keeping my head still. I looked into the angry eyes of one of my attackers. His buzz cut suggested he was military.
“Careful of my hands,” I begged.
I should never have come here…
“Keep still.”
“Get off me.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped.
The scent of expensive cologne seeped under my skin and I tried to inhale another breath. My scream sliced the air.
The barrel of a handgun was shoved between my lips, bruising my mouth as it crushed my tongue. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tasted the cold tang of metal and froze.
Oh, God, he’s going to kill me.
“Blowjob, metal edition,” he sneered, with a chuckle.
He let go of my hair as the gun was withdrawn. I wiped saliva off my chin as I gasped for the air I’d lost. Turning my head, I refused to look into the man’s dead eyes.
The SUV swerved, wheels spinning, and gravity pulled me onto the floor as we sped off.
Military Man held a boot to my stomach to keep me down.
“Careful with her,” said a gravelly voice from the front seat.
“She defied the boss. I’m letting her know she made a big mistake.”
“That wasn’t the order,” came a warning from one of the others.
“He won’t know.” Military Man tucked his gun away.
“He’llknow,” came that same gravely tone.
I dragged in air, my eyes stinging from hot tears. I was drenched in sweat and being blasted with air conditioning, causing me to shiver uncontrollably.
“Not sure why you care,” said my attacker. “Ballad’s not exactly going to be gentle with her.”
Breathe.
Just breathe.
I hung from shackles with my feet barely supporting my weight, a blindfold pulled taut over my eyes. My lips felt bruised from having a gun shoved into my mouth. Regret filled my every thought, and this time I felt a good dose of rage along with the fear.
“Ballad’s not going to be gentle.”
Trembling, taking deep breaths, I tried to judge how many hours I’d been in this place. I’d lost all sense of time and direction, but it felt like evening. My limbs were battered from the way they’d manhandled me in and out of the car. We’d been driving for what felt like hours in that SUV.
When the vehicle had finally slowed, I’d heard marching, the sound of boots on the ground and a man shouting out orders. If we’d driven through a military checkpoint the guard had failed to see me in the back, bound and blindfolded.
