Hostage

As the rain came down, the car glided on. The wind-shield wipers were not helping at all; they only smeared an otherwise clean window. The driver cursed, miffed by the sudden down poor. He glanced to his partner and whispered something, just quiet enough to leave me out of it. He turned his head back to the road, and in a raspy voice, started to ramble. "So, do you like the rain then Girly?" Not waiting for my answer, not that I could answer, he continued. "Does it make you feel at home?" I choked on the rope in my mouth. He laughed at my pitiful noises. His partner just stared. She seemed to say 'How can you be such a monster' but she dared not say a word. She knew better.

A while later, the driver pulled off the side of the road. The gravel crunched and protested at our approach. The man got out first, not bothering to be gentle with the door. It slammed, scattering rain drops into the vehicle. The girl winced. She turned to me and pleaded with her eyes 'Let him do what he wants. Don't fight him' then, as the man opened the door, she quickly turned her back to me.

"Girly, you wanna complain?" I just stared at him, not believing what he was saying. He smiled his wicked, tobacco teeth smile, and grabbed me from the car. I made protesting sounds, but I don't think he heard me.

"You wanna go home?" He kicked me. I yelped as the pain came, I welcomed it. It was some sign of reality. "I SAID, DO YOU WANNA GO HOME GIRLY?" Another kick, another yelp. This time blood fell onto the gravel. I cried out, fiercer than before. I wanted to go home, yes, I did.

"I WILL KEEP YOU HERE! THERE IS NOTHING, NOTHING, YOU CAN DO TO ESCAPE!" He kicked me higher this time, in my chest. I felt the blood come up my throat. Felt it soak the cloth tied to my mouth. I closed my eyes, only wanting this to be over. I didn't cry, didn't fight it. I knew I would die, just, I hoped to go out with some dignity.

Suddenly, he ripped me off the ground, yanking me up by my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut, ignoring the pain as best I could. One more kick, and I was dead. One more stab of pain, and I knew, knew in my heart that I would die.

All too soon, he ended it. He kicked me in the gut one last time, and I felt my whole body go limp. Another, another, and another. Then he flung me to the ground. To beyond pain, I didn't feel the gravel scrape my skin. I didn't fell anything.

I watched his shoes walk away, watched the car pull out. Leaving me behind, to wallow in pain. Only wishing that I could die.

Epilogue

The white overcame me, I let the peace take over. Death was sweet. Death was peaceful. There was no more pain, only bliss. There was nothing, not even sound. It was peaceful. It was silent. Heaven was coming, Heaven could save me.