Chapter 143 Provocation
"Why am I here?" I rasp out. "You know Rick is going to come and beat the shit out of you, right? He won't let you hurt me! I bet he's got the cops looking for me!"
I can hear the chuckles coming from the shadows that refuse to get closer to me. I wonder if I'll recognize any of them? I wonder if they knew my parents too? Were they involved in their deaths too? So many questions are spinning through my mind.
The slap across my face burns, and tears sting my eyes. I know I probably should keep my mouth shut, but I just don't give a fuck anymore. I'm really good at pushing buttons lately. "Listen bitch, you only speak when I fucking say so."
"No wonder Rick hates you so much," I sneer, only to be slapped again. I chuckle darkly. Yeah, I think I've lost my mind too. It's better than letting him get to me. I'm not going to let him do what James did. As long as I can keep my mind focused, I can survive this. I have to. For my baby.
But seriously? A slap to the face is not gonna fucking do much. I hate to say this, but maybe Beth did me a favor in desensitizing me to pain. It's been a while since someone hit me, but even if he punched me, it's still nothing I haven't endured before.
"Don't fucking say his name! He's my fucking son!" Dean rages, growling at the audience in the dark. I don't know what the hell he's trying to prove! That he can hurt a little girl tied to a fucking chair and unable to defend herself? Does he really get off on that or something?
I don't fucking care. If he's going to treat me like a fucking toy, I'm going to teach him I'm stronger than he thinks. Or maybe just stupid and stubborn. Either way, I'm going to make sure he doesn't think I'm easy to push around!
"NO shit!" I snicker. "You can hit me all you want bastard. It's not going to change the damn question! Why the fuck am I HERE?" I demand, growling at the idiot captures.
Finally, another voice speaks up. But it doesn't help the situation at all. In fact, I wish I was free so I could punch them in the fucking face.
"Feisty," one of the shadow men chuckles.
I can hear others chuckling along with him, and it just turns my stomach... Or maybe that's my baby reminding me this is not time to play. I need to do whatever I have to, to keep my baby safe.
"Can't wait to break her," another responds.
That's what they think? They are going to break me? And how the fuck do they plan on doing that?! The moment I get out of here, I'm making sure every one of these bastards is caught. I don't need to see their faces to recognize a voice.
"This is gonna be fun to watch!" yet another man snickers.
I'm not unused to being the center of attention. After all, once upon a time, I was made for the stage and dancing. They mentioned dancing earlier, but I've got a feeling this has nothing to do with ballet.
"You bastards! Let me go or you will all be sorry!" I snarl out, only to be slapped harder to keep my mouth shut.
I close my eyes. God, please let Rick find me! I don't want to be here! Come find me soon-
But I'm pulled out of my prayer by Dean cutting the rope from my body, and before I can react, he's pulling me from the fucking room, chuckling darkly. That is never a good sign. It means this is exactly what they wanted to happen.
And if this is what they wanted, it's probably the exact opposite for me. I don't want to freak out or anything, but I've got a sinking feeling I'm jumping from the pan into the fire.
"You are so eager to know why I've brought you here. Well, I guess I'll just have to show you!" He snarls, yanking my arm with more force than necessary.
Someday I really do need to learn to keep my damn mouth shut.