Chapter 2: Importance
Disclaimer: I own Kelland and the plot that's it!
I didn't want to open my eyes. I tasted blood and dirt. My head pounded and pain slammed the rest of my body. I rested on my side, listening…even if I wanted to roll on my back, there would have been no reason or cause to. My wrists were tied together, still. Squinting, one eye open, I growled in pain as I raised my arms over my head. Pop, pop. My flexible joints allowed this to happen. The pain was numbed by the alcohol consumed earlier that day, but my wrists weren't broke. I brought my bound hands to eye level. Professional knotting. The bastard was good at this. I liked rough play, all day. But this bastard was gonna get his. I went to work on the binds immediately with my teeth observing my surroundings. I was in a closet. I vaguely remember the clock striking 12 when I left the bar to smoke my cigarette and got cornered, so I figure it was maybe 1, 1:45 at the latest. There was music in the other room it was loud and dark at the same time, so I figure he was busy. "Where ya think yer goin?" a quiet voice from behind me froze my blood. What I didn't figure, was that maybe…just maybe he never left. I didn't stop chewing my binds. "Away from the fuck you." I managed to snarl around the knot. A quiet laugh followed by a sloshing sound is all that came from him. Final knot and I was free. I tested my weight on the floor beside me with my wrists. They weren't broken. *there IS a God* were my only thought as I flipped around on my butt to face him using my hands and came face to face with a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Thirsty?" came his dry question. I stared at him, the darkness I was used to, and my eyes were well adjusted to see that his face was a mask of indifference but his eyes were glowing in the dark. Daring…taunting…warning. "No thanks." Came my snide answer. "Unfuckin' tie me and let me go. Funs over." He took a swig and winked at me. "Fun's jus beginnin' sweetheart. Now dya gotta be drunk to be cordial or can you-" "UNFUCKIN TIE ME!" I screamed. No longer caring about whom if anyone else was around. No longer craving his touch, I was genuinely annoyed. In a flash I was on my feet, he had me by my throat slammed against the wall. My hands were free. I threw my first punch. Landed, followed by a grunt. The second, I wasn't so lucky. He slammed my head into the wall. Once…twice… now I was dizzy, "Oooh, little girl. You're gonna learn." Came a whisper.