Page 3 of Snatched Princess

Lara

Dumb, dumb, dumb. That’s what all of them are.I pace back and forth. What are all these cardboard boxes? This dumpster they got me in? I look behind the closed door. There’s a toilet. Okay, good. I got a place to go shit. I should shit in one of these boxes, better yet throw it in their face since that punk Snatch wants to talk to me like that.

Coke’s got my hyped and I’m sweating from my pupils. I shake out my hands as my heart pounds loudly. I try jumping jacks to get my energy ramped up matching the coke.

Shit’s good too. What a waste.

How did that bald headed freak have the nerve to snatch me up from my own turf? I jog on the spot for a minute. “Argggh, shit. Come on Savages come through, get me out of this hell hole,” I say aloud, pumping up my legs and arms furiously.

Do they even know their fucking with Biker Royalty right here? That psycho-looking motherfucker says he recognizes me, but he doesn’t know who I am.

Oh no but wait till he finds out.

My teeth chatter and clang together as I tire myself out and lay down on the cold hard floor. I let my chest rise and fall as I think about the revenge, I will take intense pleasure in.

Ahhh, I can't wait can't til the boys come and fuck all the Dark assholes up! It's going to bring me such pleasure to see my father put a bullet this in fucking asshole Snatch. Motherfucker!

I can’t stand it. I feel like I want to rip off my own skin. Like I ripped at the skin of the barbarian earlier. Fucked up their coke. Oh yeah. I turn off my forearm to see why all these crawling, tingling sensations are filtering through my body. I scratch at my own arm as I crunch down on my teeth.

When my father gets here, he’s going to pump some serious lead in these bastards. I make a pistol sound, pointing it at the wall in front of me. “Pew, pew. You’re dead. Watch ‘em fall, like dominoes.”

They’ve got some bimbo calendar on the back of the door. I rip it down, tearing it shreds, giving myself something to do. I take each page and tear the glossy papers into smaller shreds. I put them in my mouth, chew and spit them out all over the walls.

“Yeah, now you’ve got my spit on your walls. I’m christening the place for the take down. You fuckers!” I scream at the door. I start banging on it, kickin it, but it’s hard and I stub my toe. Again, I drop down and lay on my back bicycling on my back with confetti papers all around me.

What if Break doesn’t come for me? What if I have to be the captor of these dirty angels? Are they gonna kill me? My chest gets tight as an imaginary hand grip around my throat tightly. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. Oh yes, I can. There it is, oxygen baby. I gotta get out of here. I can’t be here anymore.

I sit cross legged trying not to bite my tongue. Shoulder raises help me pass the time. I run my fingers through my messed-up hair as I feel around for sore spots. Can’t feel it anyway. I got that good stuff in my system. I touch for any lumps. There’s none. He hasn’t done nothing. Wait, my head’s a little sore on the left side. Tender. I smooth my fingers over my strands and back to my skull, searching for patches of bald. Nada. Okay, I got my hair.

Snorting in hysterical laughter I envision how bad my brothers are going to give to them. We already stole their coke because they’re dumb and think their shit don’t stink.

Newsflash!It smells like your ass. I jog around the three by four room punching empty boxes with forces knocking them all down from the shelves. Food, fuck there’s food in here!

There are stacks of tinned spaghetti on one shelf. It’s one of those easy snap opens. I peel that sucker back and gobble it down. Ah, so good. Hitting the right spot.

I have to escape. Savage Outlaws come get your queen. This place is a hell hole.

Darkness takes over me and all I want is sleep. There’s a double mattress posted up in the corner, but I want to decimate the place first. How dare they kidnap me.

I drift off on the cold, marble floor with the cardboard behind my head as a pillow. Sleep. Nice. Wait… bitch, there’s a bed. Sleep on the bed. This might be somebody’s old room doubled as a storeroom. I stare around me, thinking I must have been hallucinating to think it was a storeroom. It’s not. It’s a whole ass room. I thump the side of my head feeling woozy. Shit it’s bigger than I thought.

Did I eat spaghetti? The room is whirring around like a spinning top. Make it stop. I hold my head; it’s knocking like the drum in my chest.

Shit, you did too much coke bitch. Too much. Lay your ass down.

Hmm, these covers feel good. Ah, sweet, fluffy dreams to me.

A lock turning at the door makes my eyes flutter awake. I wipe the slobber from the side of my mouth as the prick who picked me up stares down at me with an ugly sneer.

He’s got this little sneaky vibe to him. He’s not big. I’m the same size as him. He’s wiry, there’s a little muscle trying to peek through. I can take him I reason. His eyes are sly, brown, and sly. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans and he’s got that stupid beanie on his head.

Narrowing my eyes to slits I death stare at him. Shit, my high’s gone. If it wasn’t I could have fought him. I ain’t got the juice to do it anymore. A slow smirk fills my face as he flips the light switch. I got him good. His face has tiger-like scratches on both sides.

Ha-ha you’re a bitch.

His large, open eyes stare around the room at my handiwork as he crosses his arms.

“Busy huh? Making yourself at home.” Every syllable riding off his lips flames my pussy with heat.

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