CHAPTER 12: Pigs
Lindsay's PoV
When I finally came to, I was next to Emma in a dark room with no windows. There was no one else in there with us.
"Linds?"
I lifted my head slowly, it took all of my efforts to do so, "Emma?"
"Hey, are you alright?"
I looked down at my shirt, there was blood all over me. "Shit... that's why my head hurts... that's head blood right?"
"Ya," Emma leaned forward to look at my face.
"Fuck my head kills." I winced as my head throbbed beneath the matted bloody hair.
"I can imagine."
"Where are we?"
At that moment the only door burst open, "I hear voices, you're awake."
"Aye! Fuck you!" Emma tried to sound intimidating but it only made it worse.
"THAT. Is not polite. I give you a room, together... and this is how I am repaid? Maybe I should separate you. He walked towards us and grabbed Emma by the arm and ripped her up.
I shot up and blinked away the dizziness, "No! I'm sorry, we're sorry. Please leave her!"
"That's better."
He let go of Emma and backhanded me and watched as I dropped to the ground. "Maybe I will fuck you. Animals show dominance that way-"
"Are you saying you're an animal?"
He took another step towards me and hit me again, "You're not helping yourself here. You are MINE. Understand this and your time may pass easier."
I stared at him defiantly, don't show your fear.
Three days later, Emma and I were still tied up. I wasn't sleeping, I couldn't seem to make myself. It was cold, and we hadn't eaten, not even water.
The days seemed endless without a clock and not even the sun to try and see the time. We did nothing in the dark, empty room but wait.
I'm positive Murphy and Connor are cooking something up, they wouldn't leave us. In fact I'm positive that's why this is happening.
Emma and I stayed huddled together in a corner out of fear and the cold. Every now and then someone would come in to either yell at as, beat us, or strip us. We're both covered in bruises, cuts, dirt, and in my case scratch marks all down my back from that fucking sex-deprived Russian. My bottom lip is split and swollen, my eye is black, there was blood in my hair and all over my clothes; I want a shower, however that's the least of my worries.
I don't know what to do, Emma is almost passed out on my shoulder; she's lost a lot of blood.
Another day gone... I think... it feels like it, anyways. I feel so weak, I've barely slept and still haven't eaten. I'm so afraid I'll lose the baby, I need something to eat. I need something in my stomach. My wrists were so cut up and bloody, I had been pulling to try and slip the handcuffs but it wasn't working. There isn't even a chair in here. Murphy, where are you...
Murphy's PoV
"If they touch her I fucking swear to Christ they're not living long."
I kicked over the chair in front of me, "Connor we have to go now."
"Murphy we don't know where they are what the fuck are we supposed to do?!"
"I dunno something!" I hucked a bottle into the sink where it smashed into tiny pieces scattering all over the room. We're in our old place together, trying to think of something.
"Da, any ideas?" I looked over to see him at the window.
"The most I can say to do right now would be to get ready."
Connor looked back, "Guns?"
"It's the only thing we're sure on so far." I took a deep breath, I had hoped I was done with this.
"Aye, fair."
"I'm calling Smecker." I stormed towards the phone on the table.
"Murph, wait, we don't even know if he's still with us after the courtroom. His comments on the TV, that we went too far... he didn't look like he was faking it for the camera."
"She's FUCKING PREGNANT. I want this done NOW. Maybe he has something on these guys we can use." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I leaned down on my fists on the table.
"Wha?" Connor took a step towards me.
"Lindsay. She told me just before those fucking Russian's came in. She's pregnant. We're having a baby... And I REFUSE to believe anything other than that." I punched the table before I straightened up and stared at the ceiling, taking another deep breath.
"Murph, we'll get them out. We'll get her back." He clapped a hand on my back, "and we'll kill 'em all. Make them suffer... I'll call Smecker, you can pick out some shit with Da, I know that's your favorite." He was trying to make me smile, not gunna happen.
Lindsay's PoV
My hands were cuffed in front of me, yes, but my legs were still free.
Earlier today I put up a good fight as two Russian's attempted to have a little fun.
"We're so hungry, can we even just share a piece of bread? Please?"
"Oh, I'll give ya somethin' to eat," he started frantically unzipping his pants as he stared me up and down.
"Oh fuck you!"
"Oh I'll fuck you if you'd rather, come here girl." He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me forward, ripping my shirt off my body so I was left in my bra and a pair of leggings.
"That Irishman isn't going to want you when I'm done with you," he punched me before he dropped his pants; I don't know why you would put the most sensitive part of your body into an angry girls' mouth. I bit him. Hard.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH MOTHER FUCKER!"
I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes getting the absolute shit kicked outta me and he left me in the center of the room. Emma was crying and half crawled, half dragged herself over to my half naked body on the concrete floor.
"Lindsay?!" She shook my shoulder with her cuffed hands, "fuck, Lindsay!?"
All I could do was let out a small barely audible groan, I have no energy, no spark, no fire, no nothing left in me. I was literally lying in a puddle of my own blood and I couldn't make myself move.
I'm so fucked.
Murphy's PoV
Connor put down the phone awkwardly and turned to me, "they're at the meat packing plant..."
"Wha?"
"Smecker said they had a call of a mass murder in the meat packing plant, only one escaped and reported it. They were Russian's."
I punched the wall with both fists, "I'm gunna fuckin' kill every single last one of those mother fuckers."
"They killed everyone at our work, kidnapped our girls, and they think they're fucking untouchable. Fuck this, suit up Murph," Connor grabbed a duffel bag off the ground near the door and headed for the car.
"Fuck ya let's get this fucking done. Oye Da! You comin'?"
"Just grabbing my coat, son. Wouldn't miss this for the world."
We pulled up to the meat packing plant, it's abnormally quiet. Connor tapped my shoulder, "This is eerie,"
"Aye, it'is." We were both staring straight forward with unspeakable amounts of fire in our eyes. "Time to slaughter the pigs."
