Page 76 of Beg Me Angel

Growling, the first man snapped, “Just fucking do it.”

Feet shuffled around me, going distant, coming back close, walking away again.

Slowly, I peeled my eyes open to a thin crack. There were trees around me, the sun was coming up over the horizon, a fire was burning right beside my head.

The two men were standing somewhere behind me, their words ominous and blood- curdling. “I want her,” one of the men said, but I couldn't see which one. Everything had this haze, a foggy color I couldn't shake.

“Fine, I'll take the other one, I don't give a fuck.”

You have to run, get up and run!I wanted to take charge of this, take charge of my body and do something to stop these two assholes before it all got worse.

I knew Sara must have been next to me or near me, I just couldn't move enough to see her. I was trying like hell to get up, to do anything at all. But every part of my body felt heavy, weighted down by an imaginary force.

“Is she still out?”

“I don't know, let me check.” A hard boot crashed into my side, crushing my ribs and making me scream inside my head. I think I might have mumbled or made some form of a sound, but I couldn't be sure.

Whatever it was, it wasn't a scream, it wasn't a cry or any sound that I could repeat. Trapped inside my own body, my voice was there, but the sound was missing.

A heavy hand dug into my shoulder, sticking my skin with sharp nails and lifting me up slightly. I stayed as still as I could, trying not to breathe too heavy or move my eyes under the lids. “Yeah, she's still out. How about her?”

I could hear feet and a shuffling sound. Then I was hit by a surprise. Sara screamed, she let out a gut-wrenching, horrified screech. She sounded more like an animal than human, it wasn't a natural scream.

Forcing my eyes open, the sound of feet hitting the ground gave me something to focus on. I saw a blurry image that was hard to make out. But I knew instantly what it was.

“Fuck! Go, go get her!”

Sara had taken off running. I wanted to scream at her to run, to run as fast as she could. But all I could do was root her on in my mind, giving those men a solid 'fuck you' and middle finger to go with it.

“Shit, grab the truck and meet me on the other side.”

The truck started up as heavy feet pounded into the distance. This was it, this was my chance to get away, to hide, to do something.

Using all the strength I could find, I started to drag my body across the ground, using my nails to grip the dirt and my palms to pull me forward. It was excruciating to move, all my muscles were tensed, cramping under the skin and shocking my nerves.

But I couldn't just lay there. They would be coming back for me, I had to get away. I wouldn't have another chance, there was no way they would let their guard down now.

Dragging myself inch by inch over the ground, I felt the feathery hands of leaves against my head and cheeks. Pulling my body as far into the bush as I could, I lost my fight.

My brain began to throb, my vision was doubled as my lids fought with my eyes to close. I didn't want to go to sleep, I didn't want to let myself drift off into the unknown, but I wasn't being given much of a choice.

I didn't have anything left. I was broken, I was shattered. . .

I was done.

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