Kylie started coming to. She was trying to push her thoughts past the throbbing pain in her head. When her mind began to push through the fog she found that she couldn't see anything. Blindfolded, she began to panic.
Then someone spoke, "Looks like the princess is awake."
Kylie started, but that lead to the revelation that her hands and feet were bound. After a few frazzled thoughts she finally began to speak, "Sack…" she whispered in a panic, "Half-Sack?" she called out.
A man laughed, "He ain't here, sweetheart."
"Where am I? Who are you?" she asked. She was on the floor, on her side.
"We're the guys who want SAMCRO out of town," he replied.
Kylie paused. If she hadn't been so terrified, she would've laughed, "That'll never happen," she muttered, resting her head back down on the concrete ground.
"We like to keep our optimism," he replied. She could tell that he was approaching her. "We'll admit," he continued, crouching down beside her. "SAMCRO…they're pretty smart…they've got their heels so far dug into Charming…even when we throw them out…the soles of their shoes will still be there…" the man chuckled.
"They'll kill you first…they'll kill you for this…" Kylie spat.
"If they can figure out who it is…" he said taunting her. "But we're not unfair…we're not bad people, princess…we'll give 'em a warning…"
She felt his hands on her and she began to recoil, but someone else held her shoulders. The man ripped open her shirt. "What are you doing?"
There was a moment in time when there was nothing…she was just held down by a pair of hands…no one spoke and there was movement somewhere off in the room.
But when she felt the presence next to her again, and moments later there was a hot, searing pain on the skin, just above her left breast. She screamed and fought against the hands that held her down- but they just hung on tighter. The man continued to scrape her skin. She could tell that he was writing something…or just taking his fine time.
The immense pain continued for what seemed like ages…until finally, they both pulled back. They left her crying on the floor, unable to tell what was on her chest- only able to feel the blood trickle down her skin.
She had no idea if they were going to kill her…leave her there for the Sons to find…
She didn't want to die, "Please…" she breathed, heaving, "I have a baby…"
"You're death…it ain't up to us," the main man began. He knelt down next to her. "It's up to your precious Sons of Anarchy if you live or die." He proceeded to place a plastic bag around her head. But no matter how hard she fought, she couldn't stop him from tying it around her neck. And with her hands bound now to her feet, she couldn't reach it. She was going to suffocate. Trying not to panic- to conserve air, she could hear one of the men get on their phone…and that was the last thing she remembered.