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lumy12You still can't see. A firm hand grabs your chin and moves your head from side to side while Ned keeps hold of you. You grunt... try to jerk your face away... to no avail.
"Excellent," the new guy purrs; it's his rough hand clenching your face, and you can't help noticing that his hands don't match his soft voice. "Is she completely unblemished? Or just her face?"
"Uh... yeah, no, we didn't have to hit her. We only chloroformed her. Right? You didn't...?"
There's a rumbling among the hunters (you think there's three or four of them again) that no one hit you. And now there's a sort of... vibe of uneasiness in the room. No more shit talking or dicking around.
"She a virgin?" asks the silky-voiced man.
Omigod why are they so interested in my virginity, for fuck's sake?! Why does that even matter?
There's an awkward pause. One of the hunters clears his throat. "...Er... were we supposed to check? 'Cause... I thought you had to personally--"
"Did you ask her," he replies patiently.
Another murmured consensus: no one asked you.
You feel the bandana being tugged out of your mouth... you immediately try to bite the closest fingers (they don't want to blemish your face, so what's the worst that can happen?), but the hand pulls away too quickly.
"Easy now," Silky Voice says calmly. "Unless you enjoy having this... filthy rag in your mouth. Now... if you'd be so kind as to enlighten us. Are you a virgin, sweetheart?"
...sweetheart? UGH... You know your face is bright red, but that could be due to how massively fucking PISSED OFF you are... You're certainly not going to dignify that with a response.
"Ever... been with a man?" the guy rephrases, as if you're unfamiliar with the term 'virgin.'
You squirm, which of course does you no good, but seems to serve as a little bit of an outlet for the discomfort of having all these disgusting hunters staring at you, waiting for you to talk about sex.
"She's shy," Silky Voice deduces. "That's sweet. Hon, you can answer the question, or we can just go ahead and see for ourselves right now. Now, I daresay some of these gentlemen might enjoy that... immensely... but I get the feeling you'd rather not subject yourself to the humiliation, hm?"
What does he mean 'see for ourselves'? You can't, like... SEE if a person's had sex or not... you can't tell by looking at them... and if they WANT me to be a virgin, they can't... um... make me NOT be one, just to find out if I'm... unbroken? Right? ...or can they?!
"You look confused," Silky Voice observes. "I could take that as a 'yes' and spare you the indignity..."
"I think we should check," another hunter chimes in.
"Me too--"
"Yeah, good idea--"
"You're giving her new panties, right? We can just rip hers off--"
"You take that leg--"
"Fucking stop it!" you scream as they close in on you -- and there's at least five or six of them, not three or four. "Yes, okay? Yes, I'm a virgin!"
You almost managed to kick one... a couple of them are still coming toward you. The light finally drifts off your face, and you see Silky Voice holding an arm out as if to hold the assholes back. "She answered, so there's no need for your services. I'll verify it myself before delivery."
You're squirming with rage now. "If you're just going to verify it yourself, then why the fuck did you even bother to ask me?!"
He chuckles, and it sounds so... fucking normal. Somehow, the normalcy makes it that much creepier. "Because you're such a pleasure to talk to, my dear. Don't you fret about it, now -- I won't touch you. That would defeat the purpose. If you're a good girl, I'll do it while you're sleeping. You won't even know. Now, I know what you're thinking: how can I possibly sleep in the presence of this horrid man? But you will. I will ensure that you have a deep, dreamless sleep. Possibly the last one of your young life. So, tell me: are you going to be a good girl?"
Your mind is spinning, trying to take in everything he just said and figure out what it might mean. "Fuck you," you mutter angrily.
"Mm. Let's keep the gag, I think... oh, but first -- what's your name, sweetheart?"
"Fuck. YOU."
Your belligerent replies have zero effect on him. "How rude of me -- I did not introduce myself. My name is Thomas. You may call me Tommy, if you like. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss... ?"
How can this disgusting man have the same name as Joel's brother?! But that's a ridiculous thought, of course; there are probably dozens of creeps in the world named Tommy. He's THOMAS to me. You just scowl at him.
He makes a little snapping motion with his fingers, and Perv jerks the bandana back into place. Thomas hands him something... something shiny? Ned finally lets his arm go slack, but before you can even think about taking advantage, your arms are violently yanked behind your back, handcuffs clapped around your wrists. Handcuffs! FUCK--
"You might wanna do her legs in here, too," Ned suggests. "She's a kicker."
"I'll take my chances," replies Thomas. "I think she understands by now there's no escape for her. And if she's smart, she'll make this as easy on herself as she can." He takes you by the arm and starts marching you to your doom, the hunters following in your wake... for entertainment purposes, you guess? Except they stop, just outside the house. Only one other guy accompanies you past the porch steps.
With the freedom of the long, dark, empty streets beckoning, you try to wrench your arm free -- try to twist around and kick Thomas, or the hunter on your other side -- try to slip away somehow, because if you could just make a run for it and disappear into the darkness -- but all such attempts are easily thwarted by the two men. Thomas ends up holding you the same way Ned did, crushed to his chest, pushing you along in front of him. "Maybe you don't understand yet -- you're not in control here," he coos in your ear... almost like he's trying to comfort you? But his words very much contradict his soothing tone. "Even if you had managed to flee just now, what did you think would happen, hmm? Those boys back there would just... watch you run away and wish you well? No. And trust me when I tell you... you're better off with me."
You can hear some of the hunters snickering to each other as you leave them behind... and you don't want to listen to them, but you can't tune it out: "Dude, how do I get HIS job?" / "If you had his job, none of the virgins would stay virgins, shithead, and you'd fuck up our pay" / "If they're not virgins, he can fuck 'em if he wants to" / "Yeah, sign me up for THAT" / "I don't think he does, though... he just cleans 'em up and--" / "Of COURSE he does -- why wouldn't he?!" / "Pretty sure this one's really a virgin. How old you think she is? Fourteen?" / "Naw, man, tits like that? At least sixteen, seventeen" --
You're spared from hearing any more of this shit when you reach the back of a white van. The other hunter opens the doors and climbs inside.
"Step up here, now... Cal will help you in." Thomas pushes you up into the other guy's arms. There's an overhead light on, so you can see around you... can finally see these two motherfuckers... "Kindly take a seat on that blanket." Thomas makes it sound like a polite request, but Cal pushes you down roughly, then fetches a coil of rope.
You try to stand... as if I can just run out or something? You suppose it's just... instinct. Of course, the two assholes prevent you from getting anywhere. You kick at them, but Thomas calmly holds your legs down while Cal starts tying them together above your ankles with some kind of... weird plastic-like thing that zips them up tight in two seconds. You were so fucking determined not to cry in front of them, but you feel the hot tears pricking your eyelids now.
Once your legs are secured, Thomas slides up beside you and pets your head, as if soothing a child. You squirm away from him, into a corner. You're trying not to look at these creeps, but from glances, you see that Thomas is... probably around Joel's age? Maybe a little younger? He doesn't look like a hunter. He's clean shaven, for one thing -- but somehow, this doesn't surprise you.
"I know you're upset... and rightly so," he purrs. "But I won't mistreat you. I promise. I think if you let go of some of your anger and fear, you might even come to enjoy our time together. You're going to have a nice warm bath... sleep in a cozy bed, safe from anyone who would harm you... I'll see to that. New clothes... a little more feminine than this get-up you're wearing. They were supposed to feed you, as we have a little bit of a drive ahead of us, but if you're hungry, you can have a nice hot dinner as well. Full breakfast in the morning. All of your questions answered, to the best of my ability."
Other than the 'feminine' clothes, that doesn't sound so bad... ...oh my God, how can I even THINK that? This man is AWFUL--
"I have a feeling that by this time tomorrow, you'll be wishing you were still with me," he tells you... in case you were starting to think he was nice? (...and because he seems to get off on being your preferred choice when faced with nothing but shitty options) He gives you the creepiest fucking smile, pats you on the cheek, and starts to leave. "I know the accommodations here aren't the most comfortable, but it will only be for a few hours. Try to relax, hon. See you soon."
The doors shut... and the light goes out, leaving you in total darkness.
A few hours?! And those are vehicle hours...
Joel, where the fuck are you?! you plead silently to his sixth sense. Did you follow them here? If you're waiting for the right fucking MOMENT... um, it better be like... NOW. Actually, if Joel was around, you're pretty sure he would have had to take action when the hunters were threatening to tear your clothes off, if not before.
The van hums to life, and you feel it start to move... It's taking me away -- how is Joel ever going to find me now?!
You have to operate under the assumption that he won't be able to. It's up to you to escape the hell that awaits you. If you don't...
Well. You highly doubt you'll actually end up as anyone's little sex doll or whatever; as soon as these guys see your bite scar, they'll just kill you. So... is that a good thing, or a bad thing? You'd rather die than go through hell... but then you'll be dead. You'll never see Joel again... and he'll never know what happened to you! He won't be able to stand that -- you can't do that to him.
You have to escape, quickly -- before anyone discovers your secret -- and find your way back to Jackson somehow. That's all there is to it.
...Of course, if Joel's already dead...
NO -- he's not!
He's alive! And he HAS to find me... he's not dead, he's just fucking NOT. If I can't kill the motherfuckers or escape somehow, I have to find a way to make them keep me alive, no matter what it means for me -- endure and survive, right? Because things might change. I'll figure out how to get away, or... Joel will never stop looking for me... never!... and he's good at hunting... he could find me someday...
But you want him to find you RIGHT NOW. You want to feel the van lurch to a stop... hear gunshots or explosions or something... see the back door burst open and Joel come flying through it, telling you it's okay now... that he's taking you home.
...but that's not happening... it's a dream, a fantasy...
The farther you travel, the less hope you have that he'll be able to catch up to you in time, even if he does learn where you're going. You need to come up with some kind of plan -- multiple plans, for various scenarios -- scenarios I don't want to think about right now-- I can't-- I fucking CAN'T--
Your brain is rapidly degenerating to useless mush, warped by a terror you've never known before. A refrain of "Joel can't save you now" dances through your head, taunting you... unraveling the comforting lies you've been clinging to. You can't stave off the despair any longer: you begin to sob in earnest, the bandana gag muffling your cries and soaking up your tears.
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Carlos
Date: 2020-06-04 03:51 am (UTC)So I have a question. All the stories are going to have a happy ending if we chose the right path? or stories can end sadly nomater what we chose?
Re: Carlos
Date: 2020-06-04 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-10-30 12:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-10-30 02:08 pm (UTC)But hey, she could have escaped somehow...