Ally
I woke up in a dull, barren room, it smelled like mold, and it made my nose burn.
My legs and arms were bound to a chair, but I wasn't gagged.
Maybe if someone could hear me scream, maybe I'll find a way out.
"Help; Somebody Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The door in front of me burst open. The same guy who took me looked at me with his Ember green eyes, his fist collided with my cheek.
"Shut up!" he yelled. I looked up and I saw another figure coming down the stairs.
"Brian?" a voice called out.
Brian cursed under his breath. The guy who came down the stairs, he was blonde, chocolate brown eyes
"Dude, I thought you said you would stop this, I'm not afraid of turning you in." he threatened.
I could've sworn I saw a tint of red in each of their eyes.
He shoved the blonde guy against the wall and out his forearm to his neck, like he was going to snap his windpipe.
"Listen, you think I'm afraid of killing my own little brother, how about you two make friends and hope that you two will live by tonight." Brian threatened. He pushed his brother to the ground, and left the room, locking the door behind him.
He sighed, and untied me. "I'm Austin."
"Ally."
He got up, and looked around, when he came back, he handed me an ice pack.
"Thanks." I muttered.
He smiled sadly. "I'm sorry about this, my brother he changed…."
"How did he change?"
"I don't know, after college he got involved in drugs, and alcohol, and kidnapping. But I didn't know it was kidnapping, I just thought it was one of his 'girlfriends'."
"I'm going to get you out of here." He said. I felt myself blush.
Why am I blushing, I mean I just met this guy, and I already like him, but I'm feeling a good vibe from him, unlike his brother.
An awkward silence overcame us.
I sighed, and finally asked the dreaded question.
"He doesn't like…rape girls. Does he?"
"Only to the ones he likes."
"The ones he likes?" I asked
"Yeah, the ones that put up a fight, and not to scare you, put you put up a huge fight, I heard you kicked him in the chin." He said.
I chuckled. "What does he do to the girls he doesn't like?" I asked, regaining my seriousness.
He remained silent for a moment. "He brands them, and sells them as slaves."
I gulped.
The door opened and I trembled inside.
Brian came in with a tray of food, and dropped it in front of us.
I looked at the food, and looked up at him.
"What?No thank you?" he asked me.
I stayed silent.
"What are you mute?"
He rose up his hand and it collided with my cheek.
"Cut it out!" Austin yelled.
"Sit down!" Brian said, and pushed him to the ground.
He clutched my shirt, and punched me in the stomach.
"Why don't you cry?" he asked.
I still didn't say anything; he hit me again, and pushed me to the ground. Austin helped me stand up.
"Because I was taught not to show weakness if I didn't want that person to see me cry, and besides I think you would like it if I cried." I responded, and wiped my bottom lip with the back of my hand.
"Feisty." Brian said. He lifted my chin with two fingers, and leaned in to kiss me. I pushed his hand away rudely, and slapped him. He stood there with his head to the side, he chuckled. "Just for that, this will be your last meal." He said. He slammed the door, and locked the door behind him.
I looked down at the tray of food, deciding whether or not I should eat it.
The mashed potatoes actually looked deformed.
I slowly pushed the tray away.
"Yeah, I'm not eating this." I say.
"How long have you been here?" I asked.
"A year, he wouldn't let me leave once I found what he was doing." Austin explained.
"Now I know where I recognize you, your face is plastered all over town; supposedly your parents are willing to pay five thousand dollars, for your safe return." I explain.