Chapter 1 What about my cigarettes?
Alyth turned and walked out of the cigarette store. The sale was unbelievable, only 13.99 for a carton of Marlboro Reds. She couldn't pass up a deal like that, and had in fact bought fifteen cartons. She couldn't believe her luck, right as she left the bank she had noticed the sign. Alyth got in her beat up old Chevy truck and drove for home with a huge grin on her face. She was driving back from school, she lived in Denver but had moved to Fort Collins to go to school at CSU. It was now summer vacation and her stuff was all packed and ready to go home for three months. Her parents had begged her to stay with them, and she had agreed halfheartedly. Three months with her parents didn't seem like the greatest of ideas, but she didn't have anywhere else to stay, and the price was right, being free of course. As she made her way to the highway she couldn't help but notice the heavy traffic and sighed in annoyance, Alyth hated the highway. She wanted to turn her car around and go back to her dorm room, but gritting her teeth she turned the wheel and moved onto the highway.
"Colorado drivers are insane," she mumbles to herself as a man, weaving in and out of traffic, cuts her off and slows down from eighty to sixty. "Bastard," she yells, flipping him off and passing him on the other side. "Only another hour and I'll be home."
Suddenly Alyth hears a loud bang, bang, and the beat up old Chevy swerves into the other lane, almost hitting the other car. With reflexes like a cat she swerves back into her lane, and quickly moves the car off of the road. Turning the hazard lights on Alyth gets out of the car and takes a look at her truck. Two tires were blown. "Shit," she yells at nobody. "Why couldn't it have been one? One tire I can fix but two? Damn it." She was at least fifteen miles from the nearest exit. "Well looks like I'm walking," she muses, going into her car and pulling out a small duffle that held her money, a few changes of clothes, and her newly acquired fifteen cartons. 'Why couldn't I have bought a cell phone like everyone else? That's right, I have no money," Alyth ponders as she takes off in the direction of the nearest exit, Greeley, she hated Greeley. She had an Aunt and a handful of cousins that lived in Greeley, they could help her out.
With a sigh Alyth looked up at the darkening sky. She had been walking for hours now. Alyth wouldn't hitchhike, she had heard too many stories in her life about young girls that were found raped and brutally murdered after being picked up hitchhiking. It was indeed a sick world she lived in. With a sigh of relief the "Greeley half a mile" sign came into view, and she picked up her pace. When she finally reached the off ramp she stopped and waited for traffic to clear, and then charged across the busy highway and up onto the grass beside it. Cursing silently she walked up the small hill, and found herself looking down the long six lane road that led into the city.
"'ey girlie, ya need a ride somewhere?" A voice asked, and Alyth looked up to see a large, black conversion van sitting in front of her, and at least four Mexican's staring at her.
"No thanks, I'm almost there anyway," she says dismissively, willing them to go away. Her heart stops as three of the Mexicans step out of the van and walk towards her. She knew how to defend herself, had even taken karate and kickboxing for most of her life. The Mexican's were huge though, all of them over six feet, and all of them large and muscular, and there were three. She slowly stepped away from them, backing down the hill towards the highway.
"Come on girlie, le's have some fun," one of them says, and suddenly jumps at Alyth, grabbing her around the waist. As she opens her mouth to scream, a hand is put over her face, she gags as her attacker tries to cut off her air. Tightening her grip on her duffle bag, she tries to use it as a weapon, swinging it at the other two. They grab Alyth's arms, and hold them against her sides. She starts screaming silently as they pull her into their van. She's trapped. The one holding her throws her onto the back seat, and she notices another Mexican sitting there as she lands in his lap.
"Leave me alone," she cries, trying to jump up from the man's lap, but he holds her tight, grabbing her arms and holds them over her head as he pushes her down on the back seat. Her duffle bag is still in her grasp as the man grins evilly down at her. He leans down and forcefully kisses her. Tears are falling down Alyth's face as the man on top of her grabs hers breasts hard. She tries to squirm free, but knows she can't get away, he's too strong.
"Please," she whimpers, making the men laugh at her, as the one lying on top of her continues his ministrations to her unwilling body. "Just let me go," she cries. One of the men watching suddenly steps up to her, and punches her in the face. Spots appear before Alyth's eyes, it becomes hard to tell what's going on in the van, but the man on top of her suddenly stops his assault, and jumps off of her as if he were burned.
"What in the bloody 'ell is that?" Alyth hears a voice shout, and a man is hovering over her. She notices suddenly that the Mexican's that had kidnapped her are gone, and in their place is a larger group of men that looked as if they hadn't seen a bath in years. The one in her line of vision has long, dark dreadlocks, and deep brown eyes.
"Please," Alyth whispers, and loses consciousness.
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