I leaned back against the wall next to the toilet to calm my breathing. Attempting to muffle my cries, I buried my hands in my face. Who knows what could set these guys off. I didn't want to cause a commotion and have them come in here again. After a few deep breathes I stood up and walked over to the desk and opened it. To my surprise there was a single orange worn down crayon and one piece of paper. I closed the drawer and walked to my bed to sit on it. I looked around at my setting once more. No way I was going to dig my way out of here, at least not without a tool. Exploring my options, I knew there was no way out unless they deemed it to be.
I wish I was able to change into some decent clothes instead of my black pajama shorts and an old baggy navy-blue t-shirt. There was no mirrors or objects I could pull apart and use as a weapon.
I think Vee has done this many times before because he seems to have thought of everything. My stomach started to growl. There was no clock or windows around so there was no way I could have any sense of time here. All I could do is wait.
Time was endless, what seemed like hours or possibly a day went by and I hadn't slept much if at all. I was only allowed to drink sink water for they had no intentions of feeding me. They are probably trying to keep me in a weakened state since they knew I would fight for my life. I finally heard the sound of shuffling feet outside my door and I froze, praying to god they wouldn't come in but the shuffling stopped. I paused for a moment before I snuck closer to the door and put my ear up to it. Vee spoke softly to his men, "The traffickers want to pay more money than the ransom I gave her family so we will move her this afternoon."
I threw myself backwards in shock I didn't want to believe what I was hearing. It seemed like I had just arrived at this god forsaken place and already I was doomed! He is playing my family dirty and I could do nothing about it. I took a couple of deep breaths yet again. Panicking wasn't going to get me anywhere. I went over to the desk and took out the paper and crayon. I just simply wrote.
My name is Brook. If anyone finds this, please tell my family everything is going to be okay.
I quickly finished up writing my families address down, folded the paper up, and stuffed it in the waistband of my underwear. I then went over to the corner of my room farthest from the door, sat down, and waited for the inevitable. I was so exhausted but my hunger was keeping me awake. All I wanted was to eat and sleep. My long brown hair was starting to get greasy and I was starting to smell. There wasn't even any soap in the sink so I could wash up. I had no choice but to stay a mess. Just then, I heard the sound of the door being unlocked and I quickly got to my feet, crushing myself into the corner of the room even more to stay as far away as I possibly could. Vee walked into the room with his hands in his pockets.
"Okay honey here is the deal." He pulled his hand from his pocket to reveal two white round tablets.
"You are going to take these so we can transfer you without injury, otherwise we will force sedate you and we all know how much of a hassle that is, so just be a good little lady and take the meds alright?" He walked closer to me for me to take the pills from his hands.
"If you think for one second that I am not going to stop fighting you, you are dead wrong." I growled.
Vee sighed and snapped his fingers for his lackies to come in. They wasted no time to rush me as I tried to evade them. They each grabbed an arm and put them behind my back. I screamed and struggled with all my might to escape but they quickly hand cuffed and slammed me to the floor. I flopped around and kicked at them hard but they easily apprehended my legs and started cuffing them together as well. They were less aggressive this time, they knew as well as I did that I had so much less energy now then before. After my legs and arms were bound they grabbed my arms and started dragging me out of the room. I was trying my hardest to pull and hop away but nothing worked. It was just a sad pointless attempt. All I could do is look around at my surroundings as they dragged me up some stairs through what looked like a huge mansion. I screamed out for help again hoping someone would hear. But nothing, they dragged me to the front of the house more violently now.
"When can we give it to her Vee!? Jesus she's annoying." Randel grunted.
"Not till she's in the vehicle, we need to time it accordingly." He said, frustrated.
"Please just let me go I won't tell anyone I swear! I just want to go home!" I pleaded.
As we approached the double doors I tried to kick away from them trying to not let them open. But just then Briggs grabbed me from behind and crushed me to him while Randel opened the door. The light outside was blinding as I squinted my eyes to try to focus on my surroundings and saw the black van in front of us.
"No please don't do this!" I pleaded again.
Randel opened the back of the van up as Briggs tossed me in like a rag doll. I turned around and scooted deeper into the vehicle to get away from them but I watched as Vee pulled out a syringe and a small glass vile from his vest pocket and handed it off to Randel. My eyes widened and I froze again. I was so weak as it is, why would they possibly have to advance further.
"Well, this is Goodbye Brook." Vee Grimaced. But I had my eyes fixated on Randel as I watched him pull off the plastic cap from the needle with his teeth and spit it to the floor. He pierced the top of the small jar and turned it upside down to extract the clear liquid from it. He jumped in the back with me and slammed the doors closed as Briggs walked to the front of the van and started it. It was just Randel and I. He stared at me like a lion watching prey, waiting for the right moment to strike.
"You don't have to do this." I pleaded. "Please, I'll go quietly."
He kept his gaze and didn't say a word. He knew that I was full of shit. The Van took a hard turn left and caught me off guard as gravity slid me over to Randel, stopping me when I bumped into him. He snatched a fist full of my hair and I screamed out in pain. He tilted my head backwards and jammed the needle into the side of my neck. After a few seconds he let me go and I kicked away from him fearing he would do further damage. Suddenly I felt heavy, I couldn't move and my body felt almost numb. I was no longer physically uncomfortable, in fact, it was almost euphoric. My eyes were getting heavy and I couldn't fight staying awake any longer. I succumbed to unconsciousness before I knew it.
I was slipping in and out of consciousness as I heard Briggs and Randel yell at one another about speeding. It seemed like I was being tossed around a lot in the back but I couldn't feel it. Suddenly I heard the breaks slam. Briggs jumped out and I heard bullets fly. Still feeling weak and heavy I was wondering if this was actually happening or not. I kept my eyes closed, I didn't have feelings of worry or sorrow. I just wanted a swift end to all this. I heard Randel scream something out as the back doors opened and one single bullet was shot. With the last bit of energy I had, I forced my eyes open and glanced out of the back of the van and standing in front of the open doors was a tall man with long raven hair and a nice three-piece jet-black suit. He was staring down at me. Surely this must be death to take me away. But that was the last thing I saw before darkness engulfed me again.