Chapter 8
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I was waking up. I was waking up, and regretting it, dearly. Everything was too blurry, so I didn't even bother opening my eyes, and my head felt like it was split in two. Not only that, but now the effects of not eating were setting in, badly. My stomach felt like it was being kicked repeatedly, and not to mention how weak I was. To sum it up, I felt like complete shit as I began to wake up. Finely, and very slowly, I opened my eyes. Everything was still very blurry, but I tried to focus. I could hear muffled yells and calls, as well as laughing men. I moved my head to my left a little, and found a figure sitting just to my left. I could make out a blue shirt, and tan colored pants.
"Jason?" I asked weakly, shaking my head, trying to clear everything up. More muffled yells, and more laughs. I moved my fingers a little bit, to find my hands bound above me. After a little more patience, my vision slowly cleared up, but I wish it hadn't. I was in one of those cages like I had seen at the camp, but just by one look at the surroundings, I knew this was a different camp completely. To my left, was the rest of the camp, and behind me, I could hear barking and something that sounded like a roar, almost. In front of me, were a lot more of these cages, and to my right, was a extremely steep hill covered in trees, to a point where it may be extremely difficult just to move around the trees, plus going up the hill. The muffled and frantic calls caught my attention. I looked back over at the figure I had mistaken for Jason, and blinked a couple of times. It wasn't Jason, but he looked similar to Jason, but just a bit younger looking. Same brown hair, just a bit darker, and he had brown eyes, unlike Jason. He was also pretty beaten looking, and looked terrible. His wrists were bound above him to the cage, like mine, but his mouth was covered, while mine wasn't. I swallowed back a little, and rested my head back against the cage for a moment. He was making muffled noises through the cloth over his mouth, and he was looking at me with surprised eyes. Barely, I was able to make out a word.
"Jason!" He was yelling through the gag over and over again.
"Jason?" I suddenly started pulling at the binds. "Shit. Where is Jason?" I growled. I listened to him constantly try to talk through the gag, until it finely was just pissing me off. "Shut up." I said to him. "Hold still." I sighed. He was clearly eager to talk, but there was no way I could make out any words he was saying.. I could reach him, but only with my foot. I pulled against the ropes, and reached with the tip of my shoe. I missed the first time, and my foot just fell to the ground beside him. "Damn it." I sighed softly as I readjusted my body. I watched as the cloth slipped from his mouth, down onto his neck.
"Oh holy shit..." Is the first thing he said, his breathing hard. "Oh god." He moved his jaw a little, as if to stretch it out.
"Now. What were you saying?" I asked, looking up, and pulling at the ropes again. I found though, the more I pulled on them, the more they got tighter. I didn't know how long I had been here, but my wrists were already pretty red from the ropes.
"You said Jason, right?" He asked. I nodded, still trying to figure something out for the ropes.
"Jason. Jason Brody?" I suddenly stopped, and looked at him.
"Yeah.. I thought you were him for a moment."
"Not quite... Jason is my brother." I just stared at him for a moment.
"Wait." I paused. " Riley?...Holy shit" I began working at the ropes again.
"You know Jason?" He asked, pulling forward at his ropes. I just simply nodded. Finely, I had to give up on the ropes. They were rubbing my wrists until they bled, and it hadn't even been five minutes.
"Fuck." I sighed. I looked at him and hesitated. "How long have I been here?"
"Only about thirty minutes. Two pirates were dragging you along, and tied you up."
"They say anything about someone named Vaas?" He gave me a strange look.
"Yeah.. One of the guys started to put a gag in, but the other stopped him, saying Vaas would be by to talk when you woke up... Who is he?" I doubt Vaas wanted to actually 'talk'...
"The crazy guy with the mo-hawk." I answered.
"Oh shit... Not that guy." Riley's voice was shaky, and scared. Softly, I leaned my head back, and sighed.
"How the hell did I let this happen..." I whispered, closing my eyes.
"Wait. What about Jason?" He asked. I nearly groaned, but instead, I just looked at him again.
"Jason is alright... I don't think they found him.." I reassured. Riley hesitated, but then I watched as he nodded. My stomach felt like it was getting tighter and tighter, causing more and more pain. I ground my teeth, and hit my head back against the cage. "Fuck." I exhaled slowly. I looked up at the sky, and could see the sun, but it was on its way down, thankfully. "Tell me. Are there anymore in this camp?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Yours and Jason's friends. Are they here?" I lifted my head to look at him again.
"Oh. Uh. I don't know.. I haven't seen any of them..." Wonderful. I groaned as I crossed my legs on the ground, and sighed. Riley suddenly fell silent, and seemed to sink back against the cage.
"Here he comes." He motioned with his head. Behind me. Slowly, I turned my head, and sure enough, here came Vaas carrying a black bag. I eyes the bag for a moment. What was it? Vaas didn't speak as he stopped in front of the cage. He just looked at me with those strange eyes, and then set the bag down, and kneeled down behind it. It was a black gym back. Just a regular black gym bag... He flipped the strap over on the other side, where I could see it. On the strap, a piece of blood red tape was wrapped around it.
"Oh shit." I said softly as I laid my head back, and looking blankly off behind Riley.
"What's wrong, hermana? You know what this is?" I could see him smile from the corner of my eye.
"My bag.. From my hotel room.. You sent people to my hotel room? Really?!" I growled, snapping my head to look at him. He just continued with the smile he had.
"You are correct, Bambi." He took hold o the zipper, and quickly slid it down, and opened it up. I watched as he slowly reached in, and began to shuffle around a bit. I stared him down as he lifted a wallet from the bag. He laughed faintly for a moment. He put his elbow on his bent knee, and held the wallet in the air, and just smiled at me. Fuck. I knew my ID was in there.. He opened it, and stopped for a moment. Finely, he took out a small card, and held it in one hand as he read it.
"Fuck." I whispered softly to myself.
"Christina Anderson. Age, 22, birthday is March third. Five foot, six inches, and one hundred and twenty six pounds." He went through my bag a moment longer. "How funny. You work out." He seemed to be fully enjoying this. I just shook my head, and leaned my head back. He took the little money I had in my wallet, and tossed it to the side. Finely, he just took the bag, and turned it upside down, and dumped everything on the ground. Well, that was nice. Riley was watching him intently, but I couldn't care less at this point. He was to busy going through my shit, then actually trying to get anything from me, so I was content. "Hey. What's this?" He suddenly laughed . Slowly I turned my head and looked at him. My heart sunk a little. He was holding an empty needle, and a small plastic bag in the other. He shook the bag a little, and looked at me. "This shit will fucking kill you, you know that right?" Then why wasn't he dead yet? "So, what's going on. Just a little fun, or something more? Hm?" He asked. I just looked away, and tried to ignore him. "Hey! Look at me when i'm fucking talk to you!" He demanded. When I didn't turn my head back, I heard him move. Suddenly, I felt a hand grabbed me by the jaw, and force me head around. I stared at him with wide eyes, fear now starting to rise. His expression was pure anger and hate, but he just stared at me for a moment. Slowly, the anger and hate faded to the usual sadist type look, except with a smile. He let me go, and stood up. Quickly, he took the chain holding the door to the cage, and opened it with a key. He opened it, and I watched as Riley brought his legs in, trying his best to avoid any contact with this man. Vaas walked past him, and stopped in front of me. There was plenty of room in the cage for a third person to be put on my right, and it was tall enough for Vaas to stand up straight in it. These were stable cages, built to hold. The bamboo poles making them up, left spaces large enough between each other so a pair of arms, or a head could be put through. I looked up at Vaas for a moment, before he crouched down over my extended legs. He watched me, and I watched him. Finely, he brought his hands up, and took each side of my head in his hands. After a moment, he softly brushed a stand of hair from my eyes, and smoothed my hair back. Now, I was pretty much shaking from fear again. "Do not be scared, Bambi. All you have to do, is cooperate, and you'll be fine." I could tell he had a bad habit of lying to his captives... "So tell me. Why do you have heroin in your bag? Hmm?" I was about to speak when I felt my voice get caught in my throat. I gave a very faint cough, and looked down, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Just some fun when I got to Bangkok." I admitted. He slightly moved my head up, so I snapped my eyes back up to look at him. By the looks of it, Vaas could be a user himself, but there's no telling what kind of shit he did here. No, I knew he used drugs.. There was no way in hell he didn't. He seemed to study me for a moment, before giving a some what smug smile.
"You are really fucking bad at lying, you know that right?" I swallowed back and looked down again. He let go of my head, and brought up the small bag. "Bambi. This shit, is bad for you.. It will fucking kill you."
"You're giving me a lecture on what could kill me?" I asked softly, not trying to sound threatening, but it was still in a smart ass way. To my relief, he just smiled.
"So tell me. How does someone become addicted to this shit, and still look like you look?" He was enjoying the torment again.
"Probably the same way you do." Before he could speak, a heard something like a radio go off on him. I watched as his expression changed to a irritated sort of look. He stood up, and walked back out of the cage. He locked the door back, and took his radio out.
"Yeah." He actually sounded calm as he talked into it.
"I got- I got it Hoyt!" He yelled over the constant sound of the radio. Only after a few short moments, the sound cut off, and he put the radio away. He turned to us again, and a almost pleased look appeared on him as he leaned on his forearms on one of the bars of the cage. "Well, Brody. You better say good bye to your friend." He laughed, and then he walked towards the left side of the camp.
"Wha- What is he talking about?" Riley asked, suddenly sounding a lot more scared, while I was sitting there wondering who Hoyt was. I looked at him, and spoke, but my voice was just as shaky and scared as his was.
"I have no idea.. Just hold on, we-" He cut me off.
"Holy shit! Keith!" He yelled. Riley started pulling at his ropes again, his attention focused over near the camp. I turned my body slightly to look. Keith was one of the names Jason told me, and I instantly recognized him as the guy from the club I hit. I pulled at my ropes, despite my pain and weakness. "Riley!" I heard the man yell. Two pirates were dragging him along, despite his efforts to fight back. Vaas walked behind them.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" I yelled over. My voice actually sounded strong, confident, and demanding at Vaas. He said something to his men, and they stopped, getting Keith up to his feet instead of dragging him now. Vaas looked at me, and casually walked over. He looked down at me, and smiled.
"Well, you see, Keith here, just got sold." He motioned his hand, and I listened as Kieth started to struggle again as the men dragged him. Riley was in panic mode. He was pulling, kicking, and yelling. I, on the other hand, was completely silent. Just like that? Just like that, anyone could be sold, and to any one who had the money. I took in a small breath, and leaned my head against my arm, but didn't speak. Vaas stood there for another moment, but then walked back over, and followed his men drag Keith from our view. Riley was still frantic. It must of taken him five minutes just to calm down. By now, he was even worse then before. His voice was completely breaking, and I could just see the sadness and fear in his eyes... It was heart breaking to me.. He just slunk back into the cage, and swallowed back, keeping his eyes down. Finely, I lifted my head, and looked at him. Softly, I tapped his foot with mine. Almost cautiously, he picked his head up, and looked at me.
"Don't worry." I reassured. "We'll get out of here, and we'll get you and your brother, and friends home in no time." He just looked back at the ground.
"How are you so sure? We could all be sold before the day is over.." I was guessing either he knew already about the whole slavery thing, or if it just became that obvious by now.
"Because... I know." I gave him a soft smile. " You're going to get home safely.. I promise. Alright?" I was almost a little surprised when he returned the soft smile. He nodded slightly, and then leaned his head back against the cage. I don't ever remember breaking a serious promise to someone and I was praying to god I didn't have to start now. I would make sure he got out of here, even if it meant I didn't.
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