BUMP……BUMP……BUMP……BUMP……BUMP…..BOOM!!
The old bus came to a slow stop, shaking and vibrating, giving an angry jerk as it finally gave up the fight and stopped moving all together. The engine gurgled and popped, another loud boom erupted from under the hood and smoke began to steadily rise.
"Oh shit!" The bus driver grumbled, sliding out of his seat and smacking the button above the door. It swung open as the fat, sweaty man lumbered out onto the dusty road. "Stupid bus….. I told them a million times to trash the damn thing…….they don't listen……they never listen to me, of course not! Why listen to a man like me….." He grumbled to himself, popping the hood angrily.
The teenager slumped down in her seat, the cuffs clicking and rattling as she angrily fought against them, letting out a small whine as her bandaged arm gave a small pang of pain which drew the attention of the guard. He stared at her hungrily, his eyes running over her body, mentally his hands following.
She shot him an angry glare, but didn't say anything, continuing to pull at the cuffs, her wrists raw.
The guard snorted and laid his gun down on the seat next to him, standing up and smiling at her. "You better get comfy, we're gonna be here a while." He hissed, walking off the bus to help the driver.
The girl let out a frustrated sigh, licking her dry lips and looking out the grimy window.
It was hard to see past the lip marks and finger smudges covering it. Not to mention the crusty snot and spit dried to it. But after several minutes of concentrating her eyes, she finally looked past at the bleak desert before her.
NOTHING was around them but sand and a small strip of lighter sand that proved to be the road.
She swallowed hard, trying to wet her throat. The air was thick, making one feel like they could hardly breathe.
Just sitting there made her sweat, her crimson red tank top clinging to her like a second skin, doing nothing but make it even more miserable for her.
She hated this bus. All she could think about was being anywhere but there.
The bus creaked and groaned, the angry bus driver kicking and smacking the bus out of rage. "DAMNED BUS FROM HELL!" He yelled.
"Calm down calm down, while you fix it, I'll walk her down." The guard assured him, stepping back onto the bus and smiling at the teenager.
He moved over to her, unlocking the cuffs and pulling her to her feet which drew another whine from her as his fingers brushed her throbbing and swollen arm. He pulled her arms behind her back, placing the cuffs around her wrists once more.
She groaned, shifting uneasily, hating the way he examined her every move, his eyes especially interested in her chest.
She turned away, licking her dry lips again and looking at her backpack on the seat next to her. "What about my stuff?" She croaked, her throat sore and aggravated.
"I'll carry it." He growled, picking up the backpack and his gun in one hand, grabbing her arm and shoving her down the isle with the other. "Get moving" He ordered once they stepped out onto the sand.
The teenager groaned again but slowly began to walk forward, constantly being prodded and poked as they walked, though there was no reason to, he just liked to push her around.
After about 30 minutes of walking the guard told her to stop and looked around, not a drop of water in sight, not a cloud in the sky, but ever so often they'd pass a little cluster of holes, all 5ft deep and 5ft wide.
He looked at the girl, who was dripping with sweat, gasping in dry air as she looked around for water. A thought hit her. She turned around and looked at him. "Can I get something out of my back pack?" She asked quietly.
"What exactly?" He hissed.
"A water bottle." She replied.
Calmly he unzipped her bag and fished through her clothes and such till he finally pulled out the water bottle. She smiled faintly but it faded as she watched him unscrew the cap and begin to guzzle down the water, letting it run down his face and lips, soaking the front of his shirt which had already been drenched in sweat.
Once the bottle was empty he threw it on the ground and looked at her. "That was refreshing. Thanks." He smiled, zipping her backpack up once more and pointing his gun at her again. "Get moving, we've still got another mile and a half to go." He ordered, pushing her forward.
She wasn't in shock, she had partly been expecting it, but she had hoped he wouldn't. She swallowed hard, her throat dry and her lips beginning to crack. She licked them again as she began to step forward, more sweat dripping off of her body.
The guard watched her, licking his own lips, but it wasn't to wet them. He watched the way her hips swayed slightly as she walked, and his eyes locked on her butt. His fingers twitched but simply tightened around his gun. 'Those boys are gonna be in for a surprise.' He thought, laughing softly as he pushed her forward with his gun once more.
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