Page 100 of Saints and Sinners

“Actually, yes. I just ran an errand for a friend and need to drop something off. Would you like a ride?”

“That would be great! I will owe you one big time!” I grin and hurry around to the passenger side.

Afaucet drips somewhereclose by. My head throbs, and when I try to open my eyes, I open them to darkness. My arms are numb, and I realize they are behind my back, but I can't bring them forward. Neither can I move my legs. It feels like I'm sitting in a chair, my arms are restrained behind the back, and if I were to guess, my legs are tied to the legs of the chair.

I try remembering the last thing I did, but I'm coming up blank at the moment. It could just be due to the massive headache I've got right now. Either way, I'm fucked, and not in a good way. There is tape over my mouth, so I can't even call out for help, not that I expect any. I'm sure the only ones close by are the ones who tied me up.

Shutting my eyes, I try relieving some of the pain in my head, but it doesn't help much, so I say fuck it and start trying to move my body back and forth, hoping to knock the chair to its side. With any luck, it is wooden, and it will break. It's harder than you think, though. Either that or the chair is attached to the floor.

“Don't waste your time; you will never get it to move.” I jump at the sound over an intercom.

I try cursing them out, but it only sounds like mumbling with the tape over my mouth. They laugh. Suddenly, my head is pulled back by my hair, and a whispered voice next to my ear says, “Try all you want, bitch. Even without the tape, nobody will hear you!”

Whoever it is uses a voice changer, so I can't figure out who they are. Very carefully, I ask, “Why?”

“What was that? Why?” I can sense them circling me, “What? Are you that stupid that you have forgotten about the threat? I warned you all, time and time again, but no one tried to right the wrong that was done!”

They are angry, and I really wish I knew why. Maybe then I would be able to help more. I keep trying to talk, hoping they will remove the tape, but it only gets me a hand across my face.

“Shut the fuck up already! Jesus, are you always like this?” They ask, annoyed.

My face tingles and throbs now. I may not be able to tell by the voice, but I doubt a female can hit like they just did. I'm fucking pissed that this person has the audacity to kidnap me and then hide themselves from me like a fucking coward!

“It's all good because you are going to take a little nap before we call your friends,” they scoff, “To think that they thought they would actually keep you safe. You all have it coming to you. You were just the easiest target. The longer your fathers go without confessing, the longer you will be tortured.”

I feel the tape peel away from my mouth, but before I can say anything, something is shoved into the back of my throat, and my mouth is again covered. They keep my head tilted back and plug my nose. I struggle for air, and in the process, I swallow whatever it is they gave me.

“There we go,” they tap my cheek, “Even if you didn't swallow it, it will dissolve, and you will be sleeping like a baby in no time.”

I try thrashing once again, screaming behind the tape. All they do is laugh as I struggle. When I start feeling sluggish, I curse some more. I'm not going to lie; now I'm getting scared. It's one thing to be awake, so I can try fighting my way out, but once I'm passed out, there is no telling what will happen, and that alone scares the shit out of me.

Igroan as once againI hear the drip of a faucet. I thought maybe I was just having a bad dream, but as I wake up once again, I'm in the same predicament. Something feels off, though. A cool breeze is coming through the room, and I realize I don't have all my clothes on. I'm not entirely naked, but I'm not fully dressed, either. What the fuck happened?

I hear a door open, its hinges giving off a horrible squeak as it does. I hear what sounds like a cart being rolled in, and suddenly I hear that voice again, “Seems as though someone dressed in haste before leaving the safety of the Sinner's place. Tell me, Catalina, were you running from them, or do you make it a habit of wearing men's underwear and dressing in their clothes?”

That's when it hits me. I escaped from the Sinner's Frat House by drugging Jett and putting his clothing on because I didn't have any in his room. I remember I was headed to the dorms. I was going to see Dani, and then he was there, Kaden. He offered me a ride...well, I asked him, I guess, but that's not important. Is that who has me, Kaden Miller?

“I guess it really doesn't matter at the moment,” they say, “How about we get ready for our big debut?”

Suddenly, the blindfold is ripped away from my face. I blink at the bright light coming from a ring light directly in front of me. Once my eyes adjust, I see myself on a television screen tied to a metal chair. My arms are still behind my back, and my legs are duct taped to the chair legs. I look a mess, but that's not what has me freaking out.

I am no longer in Jett's clothing. That may be why they drugged me, so they could untie me to remove my clothes. As I said before, I'm not naked. I'm now wearing what looks to be boy shorts and a sports bra, so I at least have some coverage. I close my eyes and thank God for this, but then I think about how I came to be dressed this way. Did this person change me? If so, did they do anything else while I was passed out?

A chuckle comes from my right side, and I turn my head. A tall figure, too big to be female, stands next to a cart, “What, did you think I was, a pervert like the Lords of Sin? Don't get me wrong, I love a beautiful woman when I see one, but I don't take what isn't given to me freely.” They remove the towel covering the tray, but it's too high for me to see what it contains.

I don't take my eyes off who I know now is a male as he walks over to the video camera pointed at me. He presses a button, and I see a light come on. I'm now being recorded, and for some reason, my stomach drops because this can't mean anything good.

The guy comes back over to me and squats so he's eye level with me, “Let's see if your little boyfriends can light a fire under their father's asses after this. You better hope they care enough about you to do something because I may not be into raping women, but I'm not above physically hurting them.” He chucks me under my chin and winks through his black ski mask before moving away.

I hear metal scrape against metal before I feel him move behind me. You can only see from his chest down on the screen, so I'm the main focal point. With the voice changer still on, he begins talking.

“Good morning, Sinners. I'm sure by now you are aware that you are missing your Saintly whore,” the guy snickers, “You shouldn't let your property wander around at night, especially when there's a crazy stalker on the loose.”

He brings his hand around to my front, and that's when I see the scalpel in his hand. My eyes widen, and I keep them on his every movement. My heart races as he slides the flat part against my chest bone and whistles.

“I'm tired of waiting for your fathers to do the right thing, so let's just say I'm lighting a little fire under their asses. I'm sure your fathers won't care about her life, but I think the Provost does, and I wonder,” he pauses, turning the little knife around and cutting into me just below my collarbone, making me scream, “Just how far are you three willing to go to save your whore?”

He moves to the other side and does the same thing, making about a two-inch incision on each side. I can't help the tears that fall. I want to be strong, but this fucking hurts. This asshole means business, and now I wish I took them more seriously.

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