Prolouge
The room was almost pitch dark, with the exception of the full moon coming in from the patio in the living room. The chair she was sitting in rocked uneasily as the feet of the chair dug into the carpet. Her arms and legs bound by gray duct tape. Blood and sweat dripped down her face, her left eye, nearly swollen from the abuse it had taken over the last few hours.
She looked up at her tormentor and paused, like she was weighing her options on what to do next and smiled.
Her smile caused her face to be reunited with a fist, and it didn’t feel good like ‘Peaches and Herb’. She recoiled from the hit that almost knocked her over in the chair. Her hair hung in front of her face. She flung her head back to move her hair out of her face and smiled again.
"Can you repeat the question, officer?" She smiled, her white teeth tinted red by the blood trickling from her mouth.
"Where the fuck is the money bitch?" He smacked her as he asked again."Don't fucking play with me !"
She spit blood from her mouth "Or what? You gonna hit me again?"
He turned away from her, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He suddenly, in Chuck Norris style, roundhouse kicked her in her chest. The kick lifted her off the ground and flew her back a few feet, hitting the glass sliding patio door and shattering it. The screen door on the other side acted like a safety net, keeping her from flying all the way through it. She gasped for air as he brought his foot down. His face had the smirk of a man who had won in a dirty fight. "Even though I could do this all night, you’ve got about five minutes before I do much worse."
She laid on her side, still tied to the chair and gasping for air. The glass from the door underneath and besides her, cutting her from almost all sides. She thought about how much noise the shatter may have made and hoped that someone would have been able to hear it. That is until she realized the condos on both sides of her were empty and her nearest neighbor was 5 doors down. Not to mention the express way that sat behind the property acted as an inadvertent sound buffer. A curse for asking the property manager for a unit further away from any and everything. She had to rethink her strategy and buy time in the event that someone did hear it.
"You must feel like a big man for kicking a woman, don't you?"
The room was almost pitch dark, with the exception of the full moon coming in from the patio in the living room. The chair she was sitting in rocked uneasily as the feet of the chair dug into the carpet. Her arms and legs bound by gray duct tape. Blood and sweat dripped down her face, her left eye, nearly swollen from the abuse it had taken over the last few hours.
She looked up at her tormentor and paused, like she was weighing her options on what to do next and smiled.
Her smile caused her face to be reunited with a fist, and it didn’t feel good like ‘Peaches and Herb’. She recoiled from the hit that almost knocked her over in the chair. Her hair hung in front of her face. She flung her head back to move her hair out of her face and smiled again.
"Can you repeat the question, officer?" She smiled, her white teeth tinted red by the blood trickling from her mouth.
"Where the fuck is the money bitch?" He smacked her as he asked again."Don't fucking play with me !"
She spit blood from her mouth "Or what? You gonna hit me again?"
He turned away from her, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He suddenly, in Chuck Norris style, roundhouse kicked her in her chest. The kick lifted her off the ground and flew her back a few feet, hitting the glass sliding patio door and shattering it. The screen door on the other side acted like a safety net, keeping her from flying all the way through it. She gasped for air as he brought his foot down. His face had the smirk of a man who had won in a dirty fight. "Even though I could do this all night, you’ve got about five minutes before I do much worse."
She laid on her side, still tied to the chair and gasping for air. The glass from the door underneath and besides her, cutting her from almost all sides. She thought about how much noise the shatter may have made and hoped that someone would have been able to hear it. That is until she realized the condos on both sides of her were empty and her nearest neighbor was 5 doors down. Not to mention the express way that sat behind the property acted as an inadvertent sound buffer. A curse for asking the property manager for a unit further away from any and everything. She had to rethink her strategy and buy time in the event that someone did hear it.
"You must feel like a big man for kicking a woman, don't you?"
