I’ll kill you.
“Let me taste those lips of yours, bitch,” Mike purred, grabbing Claudia’s neck and leaning in for a kiss but then, the sharp sound of a siren pierced the air.
A car was approaching the bridge slowly, its lights faint but unmistakable.
It looked like a police patrol vehicle.
Claudia, who had already resigned herself to fate, suddenly felt a surge of hope rush through her veins.
Her eyes widened, and a fire reignited inside her.
“Help! Someone help me!” she screamed with everything she had.
If she yelled loud enough, maybe—just maybe—the officers would hear her.
“I’m here! Over here!” Claudia shouted again, her voice ragged.
“Shut up, bitch!” Mike growled, his jaw clenched as he delivered a brutal slap across Claudia’s cheek.
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as her head snapped to the side.
“Let’s move her. Now. Before we get caught,” Mike snapped, rising to his feet.
His companions nodded quickly.
“Let’s make it quick,” one of them muttered. “It’s weird that a cop car is heading this way anyway.”
Claudia’s heart dropped. “No… please… don’t take me,” she pleaded, panic rising in her voice. “I swear I won’t tell anyone… just let me go.”
But Mike was already motioning to the others.
Claudia saw it in his eyes that he meant every word.
If they take me somewhere else, I’ll never get out, Claudia thought, terror knotting in her stomach as her breathing quickened.
“Helllllppp!” she screamed, her voice trembling, terrified they might strike her again.
Claudia’s heart raced and she needed a way out of this nightmare. She had to escape, and it had to be now.
“What the hell, bitch? Shut your filthy mouth before I shut it for you,” Mike snarled, quickly shoving his dick back into his boxer briefs and yanking up his trousers in one swift motion.
“Please… please, let me go,” Claudia begged, her voice cracking with desperation. “I swear I won’t tell anyone about this. I won’t… I won’t even breathe a word to a soul. Just please…”
Claudia’s words fell apart, one after the other, as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.
Mike scoffed, shooting a glance at his companions, a twisted smirk curling his lips.
“You won’t breathe a word to anyone?”
Claudia nodded instantly, as if her life depended on it.
“Hahahaha!”
Mike’s mocking laughter echoed across the dark space.
“Yeah, right,” he spat, shaking his head. “You won’t breathe a word because I’ll kill you right after I ruin that virgin body of yours.” He purred as his tongue dragged across his lips like a man possessed.
“Let’s move,” he ordered coldly. “That’s probably a patrol car.”
At Mike’s words, his companions loosened their grip on Claudia.
“Stand up, bitch,” one of them snapped, trying to steady Claudia on her feet. “Let’s get out of here.”
He grabbed one of her arms while the man with the flashlight illuminated the path, holding onto her other hand.
Claudia shook her head, pressing her bare feet firmly into the cold concrete.
She wasn’t sure when she lost her shoes, but that didn’t matter now. All Claudia cared about was escaping.
Think, Claudia. Think of a way to draw the cops’ attention, she urged herself, dragging her feet and resisting with all her strength.
She forced herself to become slower, trying to sit down despite being pulled like an animal.
“Stop slowing us down and fucking walk,” the man with the flashlight barked.
“I… I think something’s poking my foot. Maybe a nail,” Claudia lied, sniffing and glancing down at her foot.
Her words made Mike snatch the flashlight from his companion.
They halted, and the grip on her arms loosened slightly.
Mike knelt down on one knee, shining the light toward Claudia’s legs. “Is it your right foot?” he asked.
Claudia didn’t answer.
She bit down on her lower lip, praying that staying silent would buy her more time… just enough for the cops’ car to reach the bridge.
Why the hell is that car moving so damn slow? Claudia cursed inwardly. It’s crawling like a damn tortoise.
“Hey! Didn’t you hear my boss ask you a question? Which foot is hurting?” one of the men barked.
Claudia swallowed hard. “Umm…”
Before Claudia could form a sentence, a heavy slap landed on her cheek, snapping her head to the side as strands of hair fell over her face.
“Speak! We can’t afford to waste any more time!”
Like a puppet under command, Claudia nodded quickly. “I… I’m hurt in my left leg.”
Mike sighed, crouching down as he grabbed Claudia’s left leg, lifting it slightly as if to check for a shard of metal or glass.
He lowered his head, shining the flashlight on her bare foot.
That’s when it hit her.
Without a second thought, Claudia rammed her feet into Mike’s face. He reeled back with a pained cry, clutching his nose as blood streamed down.
“Fuck!” Mike cursed, his voice muffled by his hands.
The move caught him and his companions off guard.
Claudia didn’t wait.
She turn around and took off running, her heart hammering, legs burning.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going!” one of them shouted, lunging after Claudia with outstretched hands.
Despite wearing only her panties and a bra, Claudia pushed herself to run with all the strength she had left.
“Pfft,” Claudia panted, her hair falling into her face, obstructing her vision, but she didn’t stop.
She darted out from beneath the bridge and sprinted straight toward the cops’ car.
“Hey, I think that lady’s in danger!” the female cop behind the wheel exclaimed to her colleague, who sat beside her.
She shifted gears, and the car lurched forward at full speed.
Seeing the patrol car charging toward them, the two men chasing Claudia abruptly turned around.
“We have to go,” one of them muttered as they fled back toward the shadows beneath the bridge.
Still, Claudia didn’t stop. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she ran past the cops’ car, breath hitching.
What if the cops are also bad guys? Claudia thought.
At this point, she couldn’t trust anyone.
As Claudia continued down the lonely road, a black jeep suddenly sped towards her direction.
Claudia froze, eyes brimming with tears, gasping for air.
“I… I hate this life,” Claudia whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her eyes rolled back into her eye socket as they turn white and she collapsed onto the ground.
With a screech of tires, the jeep slammed on its brakes, skidding to a halt just inches from Claudia’s motionless body.