Chapter 102 Eye For An Eye

Chapter 102 Eye For An Eye
The hold on her legs sent her to ground, but the person with their hand in her hair kept a tight grip, dragging her across the ground.  A foot slammed down hard on her gut. She choked. 
"Fucking bitch! That fucking hurt--"
"Don’t damage the goods too much. Those old geezers are still expecting a product."
“Fuck them.”
“We’ll tenderize her enough. They’ll be thanking us by the time she gets there.”
They laughed. What the hell were they on that none of them had stopped or slowed or even seemed affected. 
She done a hell of a lot of damage, damn it.
The man dragging her stopped for a moment, just long enough for her to get her feet under her and twist. 
"Not going to work again---" 
As soon as he leaned into the twist, she loosened her grip enough for her hands to slide around his wrist until she faced him, then tightened her grip again. She tucked her knees up and slid forward. 
He laughed, dragging her head toward his crotch. "Eager now, aren't you bit---" He howled as she punch him in the dick. Once. Twice. Three times, until he crumpled and finally let go. She stood, bending low and ran toward the biggest shadow, aiming her shoulder into his gut. 
The clink of a belt buckle hit the air when she tackled him and reared back, driving her fist down into what she assumed was his face. She struck once from her shoulder before a band of darkness rushed toward her. She threw her arm up to catch the belt and leaned forward until she could kick and run, sneakers screeching across the ground. 
A glint of blue caught her eyes as the tile became clearer and the glint of light on stainless steel drew her forward. Adrenaline made her hyper aware and pushed at the haze in her vision.
She tossed pan after pan behind her, fighting and clawing her way away from the freezer. She grabbed the rack of extra pots and hauled herself up. The red of an exit lit drifted into her peripheral as she threw a pan, a top before her hands wrapped a thick cast iron and swung. slamming into someone' chest. 
"For fuck's sake. Grab this bitch!"
She slipped forward, crashing into a stove, an pot on the stove? 
It was square. 
The grill's grease trap bucket. She grabbed it tilting it and heaving it until the oil splashed up and out. 
Fucking raggedy cooks not dumping it might have saved her life. She heard the splat of it, saw the athlete coming after her, through the wave of dark grease and scuttled back toward the stove. Her hand landed on a knob. She sloshed the grease to make a trail before turning on every eye she could and ducking aside as soon as the flames flicked on and leaped forward.
The flames roared high over her head. He cried out in pain. The scent of burning flesh followed. She kicked at his shins, sending him to the ground with a cry.
"Fucking---" Jason snarled. A white haze followed, snuffing out most of the fire but she rounded the table and shoved it, catching Jason and the athlete in the slowly dying flame. 
Gavin's arm wrapped around her neck. 
"I'm fucking sick of your shit. Fuck those old geezers. You're not making it out of here breathing if I have anything to say about."
She jerked against his grip.
“And no one’s going to fucking care because you’re no one.”
She jerked her elbow back, but the angle wasn’t right.
“Maybe we’ll go after your mom next. I’ve choked a few cougars in my life.”
She dropped her weight, slipped side ways and jumped, pulling him up and throwing him onto the prep table before it swung back her way. 
“Fuck you!”
She whirled and someone slammed into her from behind, taking her to the ground. She twisted and flipped until she was on her back and planted her feet, pushing up and rolling off. Another hand grabbed her leg and pulled her back. 
"Let me go, you son of a bitch!"
She struck out, reaching for anything, kicking at his hand as he slid her over the tile back toward the freezer. He grabbed her other leg, fighting to keep her on her stomach. She pushed up, catching a leg in her arms and yanking it from under whoever it was until they fell. She caught her hand on a rack and held tight, forcing him to pull harder until it fell. Her hand grazed over a pan lid. Sh grabbed it, twisted and threw it at the asshole dragging her. 
"Too late now." Jason snarled. Belt clinking, "I've been waiting a long time for this."
She blocked the belt again with her arm. His boot slammed down on it, then  his body weight on her back until the belt wrapped around her neck and tightened. Jason laughter echoed and blended with Thomas’. 
"No more of that kung fu bullshit now, eh?"
 A foot slammed into her side. Then her other, the belt dug into her neck as one let go of her legs Jason dragged her back by the belt around her neck. 
"Fucking bitch, though it would be that easy. "
She reached, vision going out, the other hand, digging under the belt as she kicked her legs to get some breathing room. 
Gavin grabbed her legs. She landed one kick to his face before he tucked them firmly against her side. 
"Let's try this again, gentlemen." She was jerked aside, pulled up, up, up until she was standing, wavering on her toes, fingers, trapped against her throat beneath the belt so she could breathe. 
The athlete tied the belt off. Then, a knife danced in her vision, cutting through her jeans, scratching her skin until the cold air lifted goosebumps on her skin. 
They laughed. "White? Bitch, you're no virgin."
"Who are you kidding?" Jason hissed. "What that stick head think you're pure?" 
Gavin's pants were open, his bloody hand fisting his cock. He spat a glow of bloody saliva into her face. 
"Hold on," he drawled. "Before we fuck her, she's got a debt to pay for poor Sterling's face."
Sterling had to be the athlete. Gavin stripped off his shirt and tossed it away. Even in the dim light of the emergency light in the freezer, she could see the burn he got . Jason's shirt was singed, but Sterling's face was a burned. He snarled and he bled. They all had to be high to still be standing, still be committed to raping and killing her. 
"You’re not getting out of this, and you’re going to pay for being so fucking difficult about getting what's coming to you." Sterling pulled out a lighter. "Eye for an eye right?"
The flame danced closer. She held still, sucked in a stream of air and blew it out, before lifting her other hand, grabbing the belt and lifting.