Page 44 of Killian
Ellie
Needless to say,I was kidnapped. It wasn’t a fun time and never, not ever, would I want it to happen again. My head was groggy, and the bumpy roads were not helping as I bounced on the seat, unable to control myself. My wrists and feet were taped up, and a dirty ass rag was lodged in my mouth, laying on my side.
Squirming did nothing except rub the sticky tape on my wrists to the point of pain. Fighting to clear my mind, I decided to take in what I could around me. I needed to be smart to survive. We were in a four-door car, and two men were sitting in the front. The driver had a blondish red copper color to his hair with a full beard. The passenger I could only get a profile of. Short-cropped brown hair and a prominent nose.
Neither of these men I knew.
Scared wasn’t even the right way to describe the feelings bursting from me. Even though fear was on the forefront, I pushed it down and started thinking about a way out of this mess. Who knew where these men were taking me. Who knew what they were going to do to me. Who knew if anyone knew I was gone.
Even pushing the fear away didn’t stop my hands from getting clammy. I had to get out of here. This entire situation was going to end badly.
Vane was nowhere to be seen. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it clogging my throat. I felt like I had an elephant on my chest. Every breath was hard to inhale.
“She’s a pretty one. We need to ride her before we take her in.”
My vomit caught in my throat, but I swallowed it. Ride me? They wanted to rape me? No. That was not happening. I had to do something. I couldn’t allow them to violate me.
Reaching back, I tried to search for something sharp. Something that I could use to get this tape off of my wrists. Each time I moved, pain shot through my shoulders because of the angle my body lay.
I couldn’t find anything, and the car looked clean as a whistle. Shit. Why couldn’t they pick me up in some beat-up car with shit everywhere? Then I’d at least have a chance of finding something to help me.
Even though it hurt to do, I started moving my hands back and forth to try to loosen the tape. I should have paid better attention when Elliot made Bri and me watch that stupid video of women getting out of bad situations. There was some trick to breaking tape around your wrists, I vaguely remembered.
“Can’t. If we’re not back in fifteen, it’ll be our heads on a platter. I’m not dyin’ for some piece of pussy.”
The passenger guy chuckled. “Me either. Maybe when he’s done with her, he’ll let us have a go.”
“If you’re into that shit. I don’t fuck someone who has the come of another man inside of her.”
“That’s why you use a condom, idiot.”
I listened to this idiotic conversation, wanting to scream and kick. But if I did, they would know I was awake. Right now, my leverage lay in their ignorance to study me and know I was no longer passed out. Hell, the only tool I had to catch them off guard. No way I was squandering this.
The tape barely moved, clinging to my skin with each turn. It wasn’t working. If I could reach my feet, at least I could get my ankles free. I bent my knees and tried to reach my feet. It was a stretch, and I barely could touch it. I tried not to give up. In my head, I kept saying I would certainly start yoga next week. I needed more flexibility. Not that I could have ever seen this shit coming into my life, but if I had done yoga or Pilates, maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much.
I could hear cars which meant we were around people. If I got out of this car before we got to wherever they were taking me, I could get help. People wouldn’t ignore a woman with her body tied up and a gag on her mouth, right?
The tape was strong, and even using my pincher fingers trying to tear it wasn’t helping. If I just had something to get it started. That would be ideal. I didn’t, so I kept trying.
A cell rang, and the driver engaged his phone. “Yeah.”
Then a pause. “Five.”
He started to turn to look at me, and I closed my eyes, feigning sleep. “She’s out.”
Another pause. “Yeah.”
“What did he want?” the passenger asked.
“Make sure we got her, and we’re coming.”
I squinted my eye open, seeing no one was looking, then got back to my task.
“He’s a paranoid sonuvabitch.”
Driver man shrugged. “Maybe, but you say that shit, and he’ll skin you alive.”
Passenger man looked as though he shivered, and he wasn’t a small man. If he was this scared of whatever mystery man we were visiting, I really didn’t want to go there.
