Heart of Dixon
Chapter 16: God, it hurts good!
Robin's POV
I don't owe the Walking Dead.
I screamed as the man yanked on my hair, he yanked again trying to pull me out of the seat. I held on to it with one head and scratched at his hand with the other. I knew there was so chance in winning, but I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I just wish I had a weapon that would tip the odds in my favor.
"She's got a lot fire in her, she'll be really fun." One man laughed.
"I love it when they fight. It's all the sweeter once they've been broke." The man with my hair agreed.
"I'm getting tired of her shit though; knock her out before all her screaming attracts some walkers." Another man snarled. I yanked back with my head and drove my nailed further into the man's hand, but I was quickly losing strength. My body was still so tired and sore from the fall. My head was still the spinning when a fist came down on my head and then everything was black.
When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. Something was covering my eyes and my hands were bound together. My head hurt so bad, worse than when I first fell. My head felt so fuzzy, it hurt to think, but I needed to if I was going to get out of this. Right now, my reaction was to panic and cry but if I could keep calm and think then I may have a fighting chance. I swallowed my fear and the tears that were threatening to fall and tried to focus; I ignored the pain and pushed past it.
I could think a littler better now, so first thing I needed to do was figure what where I was. I was answered right away by the sound of an engine and being jostled around. I was in a trunk. I wouldn't be able to tell where they were taking me from in here. Maybe I could open the trunk from the inside; this was going to be fun.
I forced myself to focus again and ignore the throbbing pain in my head and body. I rolled onto my stomach, pushing arms up to search didn't feel good in the slightest after laying on them, but I ignored that pain too. I searched the roof of the trunk blindly and pulled anything but I didn't hear the sweet sound of the trunk popping open. Just as I think I have it, the car stops. I listen quietly, maybe they'll leave the car for a moment and I can escape then. No dice…
My hand pulled me out roughly as soon as the trunk opened. I knew fighting at this point would be dumb, I couldn't see and my hands were behind my back. I would have to wait until the right moment. I could only hope the right moment came before these men took their turns raping me. The fear and pain came out quickly making me stumble while walking.
"Don't you even think about fighting!" A rough voice growled right next to my ear. He nipped at the shell of my ear causing even more fear in me. I took a deep breath. Breathe and think, Robin. If you can't think clearly then you won't be able to get out alive. Jacob's voice filled my head; I was able to relax, but only slightly. By the way, it's easier said than done, my entire body was at war with itself between freaking the shit out and being smart.
"Quiet ain't she?" A voice to my left said. Amusement was thick in his voice. He had one of those creeper voices that made you feel dirty after hearing it, "I hope she's a squealer when I ripping into that tight ass."
"I bet she'd like it. Look at how submissive she is. She knows her proper place." The man pushing me, his voice was raspy like Daryl's but I liked hearing Daryl's voice. This man's voice sounded like a piece of sandpaper that learned to speak, kind of like a smoker's voice.
"We have to wait until Tony gets her first though." I never heard him speak. His voice was younger than the others; he could have been younger than me, "You know what he did last time one of us had a girl before he did."
"Greedy bastard, I wish a lamebrain would take a chuck out of him. I'm tired of getting pussy leftovers from him." The raspy voice one said, "I think I should get her first." He grabbed my boob squeezing it too hard; I let out a scream before I could stop myself. Instead of fear at the moment, I felt my temper rise up. You just wait until I get out of here!
I heard a loud creek of a door before I was shoved through inside. We walked up some stairs and down a hallway then I was shoved into another room. They continued talking while I listened to what they were doing. Something was dragged on the floor…a chair. My hands were untied then I was abruptly pushed onto the chair. Two hands kept me from moving or running away from the chair. My hands were forced behind my back and taped, no doubt with duct tape. Lastly they put a strip over my mouth. When they were done, my blindfold was ripped off my head.
Finally I could look at them, they were five of them. I guessed they were only three but maybe the other two weren't talkers. The one who was the raspy voice was tall and built like Merle with shaggy black hair and matching bear. The creeper was middle-aged man with strawberry blond hair, hazel eyes, and a creeper smile. The one with the young hair had short brown hair and brown eyes, he avoided eye contact with me, but he still admired my tied down body. The other two were dirty blonds; one had green eyes, the other with brown eyes.
"You like what you see?" The bearded one asked with a smug grin.
Of course I couldn't answer but if I could I would have answered him with the beautiful and eloquent gag noise. Not the smartest thing to do I know, but I really wasn't the smartness when I was angry or terrified.
"I don't like the look she's giving us." One of blond men smirked at me.
"You're right. She must think she's better than us." The other blond agreed. I narrowed my eyes at them more. The breaded man walked up to him with a smug attitude, with a quick hand he grabbed my face by my chin making me look up at him.
"Most women would be crying and begging, but haven't said a word." He brushed his thumb over the tape that covered my lips. If this tape wasn't covering my mouth, I'd bite that finger off, you creepy creeper!
He looked at me with lust filled eyes sending chills down my spine, after an intense stare down he spoke, "Come on, boys. Let's get something to eat. We're going to need a lot of energy once Tony gets done with her."
"When are we going to reconnect with the other group?" The younger one asked.
"Why you scared something will happen to us while we're gone? Man, grow some balls." The blond spoke up smacking him upside the head.
"No, I'm just wondering." He mumbled.
"We'll get back with them tomorrow. So no one touch the girl before then. If Tony even smells dick on her, he'll kill all of us." The bearded creeper said.
"Tony doesn't have to know that we found a girl." The smiling creeper said giving me a look that made my stomach drop. Panic welded back up as he looked at me.
"Nah, I think I want to keep this one." The bearded creeper caressed my head.
"Aw, are you in love, Jed?" The smiling creeper teased.
Jed, bearded creeper, scoffed, "Hell nah, I just want my own pet pussy is all. Now come on, I'm starving." Finally I was left alone so I could drop my tough act and finally panic and that's what I just did. I cried silently and prayed for some idea-anything to help me get out of this mess.
"Robin, calm down." Jacob appeared beside me. If only he was real, he could help me, but he was only a trick in my mind, "Remember you were just acting calm and thinking smart.
But I don't think I can do it again, Jacob. I don't think I can get out of this. I'm tied to a fucking chair! They're going to rape me! I screamed in my mind.
"You can get out of this. I know you can. Now think! Look around you, see what you can use." He spoke so calmly that I felt a calm settle over me. I nodded to him and looked around me. There was nothing in this room except for me and this chair-so mark that out. It was hopeless.
"It's not hopeless, you can figure something out. I know you can!" Jacob's voice was angry now.
Please tell me how I'm going to get out this one?! I'm not fucking MacGyver!
"Robby, remember your 12th birthday party?"
My 12th birthday party? Erin wasn't even two when I had my twelfth birthday party. There was no way he could remember that. I'm not even sure I could remember it. I know I had all my friends at the time have a large sleep over with me. We watched all kinds of movies….Light bulb! One of the movies we watched was a spy movie that Jacob picked out…
"I dared that you could never escape from being taped down to a chair." Jacob's face looked shocked.
And I did…Thank you Erin!
"You're welcome!" Erin smiled proudly.
Suddenly the door opened, it was the smiling creeper doing what he does best-smiling and creeping. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, looking at me for a moment with a grin that earned his named.
"You're such a tempting thing, aren't you?" He leered, "Jed hasn't ever wanted a pet before now, but we both now that's not what you want."
You think? I thought.
"You obviously want me." He smiled bigger, this time it looked a combination between rapist and love-struck.
Say huh? I believe you've lost me.
"I could tell. Without words you told me. You say it when you look at me. You want me." He came in closer and caressed the side of my face, "You don't know how bad I wanted to kill them for just looking at you. You're mine." He grasped my throat squeezing slightly. Normally I found a guy doing this nice, if Daryl did it, I'm sure my ovaries would have exploded, but with creeper-my skin crawled.
"Don't worry my dear blossom. I won't let the others touch you." His face was too close to mine now and her breath stank something awful, "We'll leave when they all go to sleep and no one will ever keep us apart." He kissed my forehead and then quickly left.
I sat there for a second shocked, grossed out and now really afraid. My chances of escaping just got narrower. I wanted to wait until they fell asleep too make my escape, but now I was going to have to work quicker. There is no doubt in my mind that I can do this without being heard. In fact I think they'll all come a running when I do this, but I have to try right….?
"It will be alright, Robin, you can do this." Jacob and Erin encouraged.
With a deep breath, I stated my plan. First thing's first, getting rid of the tape on my mouth. All I had to do was lick my lips and it unstuck. I caught it quickly in my mouth, I would need it. My next step was going to be painful. I threw all my weight to my left side, immediately falling on my left side causing a loud crash though all I could hear was the loud pop from my shoulder. All my weight landed on my shoulder dislocating it. I screamed around the duct tape while biting hard on it and my bottom lip. When I finished screaming my lungs out, I could taste the blood in my mouth.
It took me a moment to think past the new pain in my body. I listened for anything but no one was coming up the stairs. Arrogant jerks, they probably think a woman could never escape them.
Luckily my second step is no longer valid, I was worried that I would have to move my arms around the chair, but the thing was broken into several pieces. That gave me another idea; most of the ends were jagged and sharp. I'm going to go all Buffy the vampire slayer on these assholes.
Now for the third and most horrible step, I had to put my arms in front me; that was going to be a blast now that I had to use a dislocated arm. I curled up into fetal position. I took a deep breath; I was really going to have to push past the pain in my arm to do this. It was going to hurt like hell using it. Slowly and painfully I slid my legs through the gap between my bound hands. I bit down harder onto the tape and my lip making it bleed more.
What felt like several decades later, my hands were finally in front of my body. I sat myself up with a groan. Now with the final step, getting this damned tape off my hands. It was off in a jiffy since I chewed through the tape. Now completely free-though not pain-free (pardon the pun), I stood up, and that boys and girls is how your escape from being taped to a chair. Please do not try at home.
It was just as I was doing my little victory dance (not really, there's no way I'd be dancing being in this much pain) I heard someone walking up the stairs. I grabbed one of the broken pieces and waited by the door. It was the blond with green eyes that walked into the room. He wasn't able to get a word out, before I drove the piece of wood through his Adam's apple. I lowered him to the ground quickly and shut the door.
I refused to look into his eyes as he bled out. I searched him finding my gun with the four bullets and a knife. How wonderfully coincidental, I had four bullets for the other four bastards. Let's just hope that my aim improved enough to hit them somewhere that would kill them. It would be my luck that I'd just hit them in the foot or graze them. Enough of that negative attitude, Robin!
I made a temporary sling out of my 'Free the Saints' hoodie, and set my dislocated in it close to my body. It would be hard to fight them off like this, but I was going to try. Oh, Connor and Murphy lend me your strength!
I stood at the door almost in panic mode, reaching mid-way for the door. I abandoned my 'keep calm and don't panic' mode and was devolving back into chicken mode. Come on Connor or Murphy wouldn't chicken out like this. Do what they would do!
"Come one, Robin, you can do this." Jacob appeared again by my side, "You're wasting time. What if they all come up to check on that guy?"
He was right, of course. I had to move now, but I was frozen in place. What would Connor do? What would Murphy do? I was using these questions hoping they'd give me strength, but I got nada.
"What would Daryl do?" Erin asked.
He'd kickass and take some names all while looking extremely mouth-watering. Most important he wouldn't be standing in front of this door like a total chicken. With that, I felt the fear melt away replaced by new strength and anger.
I opened the door and walked out. I took each step slowly so no one would know that I was coming down yet. The stairs led into a living room, asleep on the couch was the other blond. Good, they were already starting to fall asleep. Another question popped in my head, should I go ahead and kill this guy or leave him be? There's a chance he wouldn't know I was escaping until after I was gone, but then again the others might catch me leaving and call him. I didn't want to, but it was either me or them. Right now all I cared about was me.
I walked up to the couch above him, he was sleeping peacefully. I took another look before bringing out my knife. I wanted to kill him instantly, though the rapist didn't deserve it, I didn't want him to call out to his buddies while he died. I drove the knife through his temple.
Two down, three to go. The couch wasn't far from the door. I looked out the side window; no one was on the front porch. What are the odds of sneaking out of here without letting the other three know? With your luck…zero to none. Shut up, me! Your negative attitude it's helping. You got to believe!
I guess I didn't believe hard enough, I walked out onto the porch right when the bearded creep came around the house. He saw me right away, "How'd you get out!?"
"Oh, shit." I panicked and ran back inside. I waited inside the door just like I did with the man before. Not a second later, the bearded man ran through the door and onto my knife. I brought out my knife just as he ran in, impaling him through the heart. He gave me a shocked look before falling to the ground. Wow, so far three easy deaths, maybe my luck is improving. Crap, I hope I didn't jinx myself. Knock on wood.
I snuck over to their car which was about five feet away from the porch. The darkness helped me blend it more, but I was still nervous. There still two others, the young man and the creeper. I'd rather deal with the young man than the creeper. I opened the car door slowly praying it wasn't one of those squeaky doors. I hopped in, but to find there were no keys inside. Damn it!
People hot wire cars all the time in movies, maybe I can try. If not, I'll just make a run for it. I opened the door again, and climbed out so I could reach the wires. When I pulled the wires out, I knew then that I already failed. I should quit while I was ahead. Speaking of heads, someone grabbed mine.
I bite my lip again to stop from screaming. I was jerked out of the car and thrown onto the ground by none other, Mr. Creeper. I tried to get up to run but he just kicked me back down, "What do you think you're doing, darling?" He snarled. He straddled my body.
"You were supposed to wait until I came and got you. Now you've gotten yourself hurt!" He pinned down my good arm.
"Get off of me!" I screeched. I bucked my body trying to get me to loosen his grip, but I was just tiring myself out. This wasn't going to help if I was too tired. I have to think smart.
I stopped completely, "I-I'm sorry." I pleaded, "I couldn't wait to be with you." I just mentally gagged.
His face changed from angry to adoring, "I know, my love, I know. I could barely control myself either." He looked up around. Growling was coming closer.
"Honey, we have to leave now. All the commotion has drawn several lamebrains to the area." He got up from me and helped me up.
"I don't know where the keys are, so we'll have to make it on foot." I pulled out my gun just as he turned around.
"Honey?" I said sweetly.
"What is it, darling?" He turned then.
"I think we should break up." I smiled and shot him in the leg. He let out a loud and unmanly scream.
"How-How could you?! We were meant to be together! We were so in love!" He screamed at me.
"Sorry, but I don't think we'd work out. Besides I like another guy." The growling was really close now. Limping over to us was a female walker.
"Don't worry, hun. There's another woman who's taken interest." With that, I ran off not caring about the fifth man. Behind me his screams got louder. I couldn't believe what I had just done, but it was either him or me and I chose me. So I pushed past my disgust at myself and kept running without stopping. My body was exhausted but I kept going. Even when I could no longer run, I walked, and then I limped. I fell many times, but I just got back up and kept going.
I was so exhausted now they I didn't even know where I was going. My brothers weren't there to guide me around, but my head no longer hurt so I guess the hallucinations stopped. Now, more than ever I wanted to see him. I wanted to hear Jacob's snarky voice and Erin's precious laughter. It was almost night now, but I kept walking. I can't believe I walked an entire day without resting.
I fell again but got back up fairly quickly and started walking again. I bumped into almost every tree but it didn't even register. I saw movement in the corner of my eye, but I chose to ignore it. A tiny part back in my brain told me to look, but I didn't want to. Finally the little voice was getting annoying so I stopped and turned to it.
The figure was hunched over with his head in his heads. His entire body shook as he dry sobbed. Why was he so sad? I stared at him until he looked up. The moment our eyes met I felt like I could cry or jump for joy. I never felt so happy in my entire life. I really felt like I was giving up and then out of the blue I see him. My Daryl.
With shaking hands, he lifted his crossbow at me. What was he doing? Was Daryl going to shoot me? My voice was so hoarse, I could barely talk. When I tried to came out croaky, almost like a growl. Oh God, he must think I'm a walker. I need to give him so sign, anything. My throat was too dry, I can't speak. What do I do?!
Without thinking, I raised my hand and waved at him. He looked at me dumbstruck; did he not get the message? Next I flipped him off, then a peace sign. Last but not least, the Spock sign.
"Bitty?" Daryl asked. I nodded smiling. Daryl got up and ran to me holding my sore body close to his. God, it hurt so good.
Daryl's got his Bitty back! Now all is right with the world...well besides the dead are walking around eating people...but everything else is right. Lol. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
'Til next time, I love your faces. ^_^