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Chapter 2
The beating hot sun mercilessly bathes the scorching hot grounds of Texas with its intense rays, along with anything possibly outside in this heat. Katrina continues driving on down the same road for what seems like forever, but has only been an hour since she left the air conditioned diner.
Her bare waist and face have been subject to direct exposure to the sun's harsh rays this entire drive, as she is wearing a top which stops just below her ribs. The shirt is dark grey and has long sleeves. She is also wearing dark grey jeans which match the shirt along with black boots which stop about 3 inches below her knees. Her exposed skin becoming increasingly beat red as she continues her drive, praying the sun will fall eventually.
Her gaze shifts from the road to a sign at the side of the road, which welcomes her to a small town known as Travis County.
"Finally I have reached somewhere, I'm so done with seeing nothing but empty land everywhere." She says to herself quietly.
Eventually the sun begins to fall as she spots a small inn within the town and parks her bike in a parking spot and removes her biking helmet. From what she can see outside, this inn barely ever gets any service at all.
She pockets her keys and enters the inn and spots an older man behind the table used for checking in, the man is leaned back in a chair with a cowboy hat on, shielding his eyes from the lights in the room.
Guessing he is asleep, Katrina approaches the counter and knocks on it loudly, startling the man.
"Ah!" He yells as he drops his legs to the ground and shoves his hat out of his view as he spots Katrina, "What ya' want, girl?" He states, rubbing his eyes.
"A room." She tells him, arms crossed, "This is a motel, is it not?"
The man eyes her as he clears his throat and nods, "Indeed it is, my apologies ma'am. It's just we here don't get much service no more, the silence has a tendency to drift me off to sleep."
She nods, "You don't say."
The man fetches for a key hidden under the desk as he hands it to her, "yer room number is 142."
"Thank you." Taking the keys, she heads off in hunt for the room she was given.
She settles in pretty quickly, but she isn't surprised to find the room in poor, cheap condition as the ceiling seems as though it may collapse at any time. The wallpaper on the walls has begun to peel, tear and become a less appealing color with age.
Katrina enters the bathroom to find it looks pretty much just as old and ancient as the main room itself.
She sighs and removes her clothing as she takes a shower.
Once she finishes the not-so-pleasant shower, the water quickly got cold half way through her shower, she pulls the towel onto her body as she dries herself. She observes the blazing skin on her face and waist and slowly dresses into her clothes once again, not having any sleepwear with her.
5AM
Katrina awakens to the sound of someone banging on the door of the room, she listens as she hears the familiar voice in which she hated with her very soul from beyond the door.
Sam found me.
Rushing out of the bed Katrina runs to the window, good thing this fucking motel is only on one level.
Opening the window she picks herself up and perches on the window frame as she drops herself out of the window and lands on the ground a yard below the window. It must have begun raining a while ago in the night because the ground basically sucked her boots into its dark soil as harsh, heavy rain hit her just as she kicked herself out of the window.
Standing she takes off in the direction of the parking lot, planning to take her bike and continue on her journey away from this fucked up life of hers.
Once she runs around the corner of the motel, the parking lot is in her sight, causing her to freeze.
An entire biker gang spots her from their resting bikes in the parking lot, they are surrounding the bike of hers.
Fuck!
She takes off running as the guys chase her.
"Tell Samuel we got her out here!" One of them yells to some of the others.
A heavy weight slams onto her as she crashes down onto the ground, the mud pooling on the ground coats the front of her body as she collides with it.
She feels rough hands on her arms as she is forced to rise to her feet, her entire body muddy and dripping intensely from the rain.
"Put me down! Let go of me god damnit!" She shouts at the man holding her as she struggles to get out of his grip as he drags her to the parking lot and to the group, to Sam.
"Shut your trap, bitch!"
She submits as she is brought in front of Sam, his gaze full of hatred and a hint of satisfaction.
"Well, well, well. Seems like you are out of luck now Katrina." Sam says to her.
"What the fuck do you want with me you cheating motherfucker."
She cries out as she feels her arms behind her back criss-crossing to the point she feels her joints and bones ache terribly because of the stress as the man finally stops.
"Oh, I'd love to do many things to you right now, Katrina. And you wanna know why I cheated on you? We dated for so many years and you never gave yourself up for me. So I got sick of it and got some anyway, even if it wasn't you, I didn't give a fuck."
"Of course you didn't."
"Now, I know you have those keys on you." He begins feeling her pockets, lingering over her back pockets to savor the touch of her. She wanted to scream at him for touching her in such a manner, but she kept her mouth shut as she clenched her teeth together in anger.
He found the keys and pocketed them.
"There," she said, "now let me go."
"Not so easy there, Katrina. I'm not done with you yet." His eyes rest upon the man holding her. She feels the man nod as he drags her into the woods as a few of the bikers follow, a few head home. Sam follows the small group of 4 into the woods.
"What are you doing!? Let me go! I gave you what you wanted!"
"Not everything I want, though."
The man carrying her tosses her roughly to the ground as he kneels above her head, holding her arms down to the ground as mud coats her backside and gets knotted in her hair.
Sam holds her legs down as he forces them apart, another man holds her feet down so she can't kick at him.
"I was just going to kill you," he begun, "but that wouldn't be so fun."
She screamed as he begun unbuttoning her jeans, "Get the fuck off me!"
A harsh, burning sensation rises from her cheek as she realizes she was slapped, hard.
"Shut up bitch!" Sam yelled, "This could be easy, or it could be rough! Either way, I will win in the end. I will finally get what I waited for so many years, your virginity."
Katrina screams out, hoping someone would help somewhere within the trees, but there was no one.