A Brief note - There is some strong language in this chapter, as well as adult themes and hints at situations that may not be suitable to all readers.
Again, this story is done for fun and I do not own anything to do with Terminator, or TSCC. I do own my characters I create, and the story I am writing.
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This was a tough chapter to do, I hope you will enjoy it.
Moe
Chapter 6: Cruel World
Allison had managed to sleep, despite being tousled around in the back of the truck. She was jolted awake when the truck hit a huge dip in the road. It felt like the whole truck was about to tip over, at the last second it regained its balance, but not until it had managed to throw everyone on top of each other.
Two or three bodies had been thrown onto Allison, but once the truck was upright, those bodies managed to roll back into a more comfortable position, not that they were very comfortable in the first place.
Allison wasn't sure how long they had been traveling, but judging by how much her body hurt and how cold she felt, it must have been hours. The fear inside of her had subsided a bit, but it was still knawing at the back of her mind, a little voice reminding her she was on her own now, no help was coming.
The truck made a sudden left turn, flinging bodies all about in the back of the vehicle. Allison could hear groans and crying as people were yet again piled on top of each other. This time it was her turn to be rolled onto someone else, but she managed to roll back to her spot as soon as the truck finished turning.
Now fully awake, Allison noticed the truck was slowing down. Maybe we finally arrived some where, but where are we? Allison wondered.
She was getting thirsty now and the bindings on her legs and arms were starting to really hurt her. Whoever tied her up, knew what they were doing, for despite wriggling and tugging at the ropes, Allison could not manage to get her hands free.
If only I could get out of these ropes, I could escape, be free and go for help.
The truck ground to a halt, other vehicles behind the one she was in also stopped. Allison could hear the high pitched squeal from the brakes as they were applied, the noise made her wince, as it was very irritating to the ears.
Doors opened and slammed shut, as the armed men got out and prepared to offload the spoils of their attack from the vehicles.
Allison could hear Mikey and Bubba laughing and talking as they approached the rear of the truck. The door creaked and complained as it was opened and lowered, she heard rustling and flapping as some sort of covering was pulled aside.
Allison heard sobs and yelps as the raiders started to pull the prisoners out of the truck
It wouldn't be long until it was her turn to be dragged out of the truck. She braced herself for the rough handling she was sure to receive, so it didn't surprise her when she felt the iron grip of Bubbas hand encircle her ankle.
She squeaked and wriggled in protest, but he held on, dragging her tiny form out of the truck and unceremoniously dropping her onto the hard ground with a loud thud. Sore and angry, Allison voiced her disapproval as best she could, considering she was hooded and gagged.
"Damn, this one is a real live wire." Bubba laughed
"She's all spit and vinegar Bubba. It'll be fun to break this one in, won't it?" Mikey wheezed in his nasally whine.
Allison felt hands roam all over her body, she did her best to roll away from them, but it was hopeless as they held onto her and pinned her down. A moment later her hood was taken off.
Piercing bright sunlight flooded her eyes, she squinted and then closed them. The light was all too bright for her to see at the moment. Well, looks like we musta traveled all night long, but where are we?
Allison opened her eyes a crack, hoping she would get used to the brightness. It was one of the rare days the sun actually shone this bright, most days it was hidden by either a thin layer of clouds, or completely blocked out by a thick blanket of dark grey puffy clouds. This was all courtesy of Judgment Day and the continuing war with the machines after. Cold summers and even colder winters were the norm now, hot sunny days were a rare treat.
As soon as she had adjusted to the brightness, the sun was blocked out by the hulking figure of the Boss. Allison's heart jumped with fright at the sight of the overgrown beast of a man, he was even more repulsive in the daytime. She turned her head to see if she could recognize anything around her, but she was surrounded by vehicles and people and it didn't help that she was lying on the ground too.
"Good morning sweetness." the Boss leered. "Did you have a nice trip?"
He kneeled down to close to her and removed the dirty rag used to gag her.
"Go fuck yourself." Allison spat out, as soon as the gag was removed.
The Boss leaned back and gave a hearty laugh, his massive stomach shaking while he leaned back a bit and slapped his thigh.
"You're just full of it, aren't you little girl." He leaned in and softly spoke to her. His blue eyes hardened to ice chips and he reached behind her head to grab her hair and pulled tightly, making sure she would not be able to look away. "I have plans for you half pint. You and me are going to get along just fine and after I'm finished with you, the boys will get to play with what ever remains."
Allison's eyes widened with fear, her head was pounding from her hair being pulled, she held her breath, not knowing what to say.
"Awww, yer scared now, huh?" The Boss man smiled at her, showing he had only a few teeth left, the ones left were already turning brown and black.
Allison cringed and tried to look away, fear and repulsion getting the best of her.
The big man leaned in closer to her, she could feel his hot foul breath on her cheek.
"If yer a good girl and co-operate, I won't be too rough with ya. Besides I prefer boys, but yer scrawny enough to do for me." He whispered into her ear and licked her cheek.
"Mmmm you taste just fine to me half pint. Oh, and my real name is Blain, but as you see, every one just calls me Boss, cause that's what I am here. I run this place and anything I take, I own. That includes you too half pint, no ones gonna save you, so don't get any ideas into that pretty head of yours."
The Boss let go of her hair, leaned back smiling from ear to ear, and then he stood up barking some orders to the others standing around.
"Okay you dog fuckers, lets gets these newbies into the compound before some of them try to run off."
With that said Allison was pulled up by her arms and half carried, half dragged off to a partly collapsed building, along with at least a dozen others from the truck they had ridden in.
The old building she was taken to, turned out to be a portion of a shopping mall.
At one time it would have been a multi-level superstructure, with stores and boutiques in every corner you looked. Now, the partially standing store and entrance had been converted into a makeshift prisoner camp, not much more than a roof over ones head.
Allison and the others were now at the mercy of their captors.
They could be bought, sold, or traded for anything and everything the Boss and his hoodlums wanted. Derek had warned her about what could happen if she got caught, and now she was going to find out first hand.
Once they had reached the entrance to the prison, the guards at the makeshift gate proceeded to unlock the chains and swing the door open.
"Welcome to your new home. We call it Valencia Manor, enjoy your stay." The larger guard grinned and extended his arm towards the interior, as if he was welcoming guests to a posh resort. The only problem was, this place was far from a resort, it was more like a filthy hole in the ground.
Allison's hands and feet were unbound, then she was herded in through the gate with the other women and children into the dim smelly room. Rotten food, body odors, and the smell of fresh excrement greeted Allison's nostrils. If her stomach had not been empty, she would have vomited right then and there.
As her eyes adjusted to the room, she noticed it was quite large. This must have been a big store or something. She thought as she stumbled further inside.
Instead of large windows, the now open gaps were filled with pieces of steel rebar and wire mess to keep the captives in, but still allow some meager sunlight and ventilation through to the room's interior.
Inside there were some shelves, dividers and counters left behind from when the store had been open. Everything that could be moved easily was placed in a way so as to provide some privacy to those that were trapped inside. Some areas were sectioned off and others were completely blocked off so as to prevent anyone from escaping.
The further Allison looked in, the darker the area got. She figured it was close to fifty meters deep and about half as wide, judging by the smells and flies, this large room was used for captives all the time.
Yelling and cursing from the entrance caught Allison's attention.
She turned towards the gate to see Bubba and Mikey struggling with a blond haired girl.
The hair and clothing on the girl looked familiar to her, but Allison wasn't sure, so she walked closer to the entrance and peered through a barricade. Is that Amanda? It sure looks like her. Allison thought to herself as she squinted to get a better look, actually she was hoping it was Mandy, she was feeling very lonely at that moment.
"Let go of me, you freaks." The blond yelled out, all while desperately trying to break free from the two gangsters iron grip.
Bubba and Mikey just laughed and dragged the girl closer to the gate.
"Looks like we got us another live one Mikey." Bubba chuckled
Right at that moment, the girl managed to get her foot in front of Bubba's leg, tripping him up and throwing him off balance enough to let go of her arm. With her hand free, the girl made a fist and wound up to clobber Mikey on the side of his head. Instantly he yelped and let go of her arm, clutching his ear for dear life.
Now free, the girl made a run for the trucks. Damn, she's probably going to try to take one and break out of here. Allison watched anxiously as the girl ran full speed towards the group of vehicles. She prayed the girl would get away.
It wasn't long before one of the guards chased the blond girl down and tackled her to the ground.
Once they were both down, the guard swiftly punched the back of the young girls' head, whereby she almost instantly went limp.
Two more guards strode up to help the first one up, then the guards grabbed the girl by her legs and dragged her limp body across the ground back to the gate entrance.
Her head and upper back were scraping in the dirt as the men pulled her along.
"Back away from the gate or you'll get the same as this one did." One of the guards barked out as they maneuvered the unconscious blond into the room.
Once inside, her lifeless body was dumped onto the floor, then the guards turned and left.
Bubba and Mikey were outside nursing their wounds, and complaining about the crazy blond girl.
The other guards laughed and made comments about the two men being weaklings and getting their asses kicked by a girl.
Allison smirked to herself as she walked over and knelt down to help the girl. I'm glad she almost got away and those two assholes deserved getting hurt.
Allison turned the girl over, brushed the dirt and loose hair from the dazed blond's face, then her eyes widened and she and gasped. Shit, it is Mandy.
Allison looked around for help. "Is there any water here?" She asked.
"Yes, I'll get some for you." A young girl with jet black hair answered.
The girl ran off to the left and then returned a moment later with some water in a tin cup
Allison smiled at her, took the cup and thanked her. She tore a strip off the bottom of her shirt, dipped it in some water and wiped Amanda's face. Soon the girl stirred and her eyes fluttered open.
Bringing her hand up, Amanda gently rubbed the back of her head.
"Ohhh, my head is pounding."
"Shhhh, just lay down, you'll be okay in a minute or two." Allison smiled and dabbed the wet cloth over Amanda's face.
With the fogginess finally leaving Amanda's head and her eyes adjusting to the dim light, she was able to see who it was that had been taking care of her.
"Allie?"
"Mandy." Allison looked down and smiled at her friend.
"Is that really you Allie?"
"Of course it is silly, who else would call you Mandy?"
Amanda leaned up, wrapped her arms around Allison and pulled her into a big hug.
Allison dropped the cup of water and hugged Amanda back.
Both girls held onto each other tightly.
"Allie, I thought you were either dead, or you had escaped with Derek." Amanda whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
They broke their embrace and Allison looked into Amanda's eyes.
"Mandy, we were escaping, but I was the last to get out of the tunnel and before it was my turn to go out the escape hatch, I got caught by these dickheads." Allison whispered back. "I tried to shoot, but my rifle jammed. I panicked, then I took out my nine mil and shot at them, but they tossed a flash bang and it fucked me right up. I couldn't see or hear anything and before I knew it, they had me. How'd you get caught?"
Amanda thought for a moment, then she spoke. "I was still at lookout, when I heard the explosion and gunfire. I got all messed up and I wasn't sure what to do, so I ran down the stairs to the ground floor to see what was happening. That's when some guy came from behind and knocked me down. Before I knew what was happening, the guy had me tied up, gagged, and hooded, I never knew what hit me. Then I was loaded onto some truck and ended up here with you."
Allison let out a sigh, thought for a moment and smiled at Amanda. "Well now we have each other and I know Derek will be looking for us too. All we need to do is stick together and figure out how to get out of here."
"Easier said than done girls." An older women approached the two girls, she had long auburn hair, was dressed in dirty sweat pants and a faded black t-shirt. She looked tired and her clothes barely clung onto her thin frame.
"What do you mean by that?" Amanda asked with a hint of annoyance from finding out they were being eavesdropped upon by this woman.
"Look, here's how it is. We are prisoners here girls and Club V is our new home, and no matter how hard you two try, there is no escape. These guys will kill you if you piss them off enough, you are nothing to them but playthings, or something to trade for a new shiny gun. Just do what they say and want and you two will stay alive." The woman's gray eyes had a flash of sadness as she told the girls what to expect, she was dead serious about their predicament.
"Playthings?" Allison asked.
"Yes playthings, you know, for sex and stuff." The woman replied nonchalantly.
"Club V?" Amanda wasn't sure what Club V meant.
"Yeah, Club V. This place, we like to call it Club V, instead of Club Valencia or Valencia Manor." The woman motioned with her hand to the surroundings they were trapped in.
"Oh, and by the way, there is no way anyone is going to touch us." Amanda added as she pointed to herself and Allison.
"You'll find out soon enough ladies." The woman replied. "Both of you are young and pretty, so you two will be high on the list to go party with the Boss and his top gang members. Those guys don't take no for an answer, they'll just beat you, then do what they want anyways." She shook her head in disbelief over the two girls thinking they could be safe, or escape. "My names Becky by the way and I'm sorry you two got caught, but I just want to let you know what kind of mess you girls are in. We all are in this mess together and the best we can do is give comfort to each other and pray some one does come to help us."
The two girls looked at each other in disbelief, then looked at Becky. Allison spoke up first. "So you're saying we are going to be sex slaves?"
"Yep."
"We might be traded for guns?" Amanda asked, her eyes were wide with fear.
"Maybe guns, or food, or something else like a radio that works." Becky answered back.
"Aw fuck, we are totally screwed Allie." Amanda put her head in her hands.
"NO Mandy, we are not screwed. Derek will find us, I know he will." Allison put her arm around Amanda to comfort her. "We are not going to let those smelly fuckers near us. I will die fighting before any of them touches me, or you."
"You two can do what you want, but don't forget I warned you." Becky wagged her finger at the girls and then turned to leave, then paused. "Oh, by the way, there are some mattresses over in the far right corner, find one that isn't too dirty and you can use it to sleep on. There might be a couple of blankets too, but don't get your hopes up. Feeding time here will be soon, they feed us daily, in the afternoon. It isn't much, but it'll keep you alive."
"Thanks for the heads up Becky, by the way my name is Allison and this is Amanda." Allison pointed to herself and then to Amanda.
The older women smiled weakly then spoke. "Pleased to meet you two, it's too bad it's in this shithole." Then she turned and walked off to an old display counter to sit with some other women on a mattress that was beside it.
Allison drew in and then blew out a large puff of air, it didn't help, she still felt like they needed to plan some way of getting out, even if Becky had said it was useless. First we need to get some rest. My back is killing me from that ride here and I bet Amanda's head is still hurting. She looked over at Amanda and smiled. Thank you God for sending a friend to be with me, but please help Derek find us and keep us safe too. She finished her silent prayer and stood up.
"C'mon Mandy, lets find us a bed and grab some sleep. My back is killing me from being slammed around in the truck." Holding out her hand to Amanda, Allison smiled and tilted her head towards the place where Becky had told them to look for a mattress.
Amanda stretched her hand out, grabbed onto Allison's hand and pulled herself up to stand. Feeling a bit wobbly, she put her arm around Allison for extra support.
Allison smiled again, put her arm around Amanda and gave her friend a comforting squeeze. "You and me, we'll be fine Mandy, I promise. We can look out for each other, okay?"
"Okay Allie, together we can kick butt and show those fuckers just how tough we can be. That's if my head stops pounding." Amanda was rubbing the back of her head, but spoke with new found confidence and energy. Her spirits lifted by Allison's little pep talk.
Making their way to the pile of mattresses and clothing, Allison and Amanda managed to locate a mattress that was still in one piece. They dragged it over to a clear spot on the floor and Amanda plunked herself down on it.
It was while bouncing on it and testing it out for comfort, that a cloud of dust rose up from the old mattress, prompting Allison and Amanda to cough and choke.
"Pretty dusty, but it'll do." Allison choked out while waving her arms around to clear away the clouds of dust.
"Anything's better than the bare floor Allie." Amanda chirped out while stretching out onto her back and putting her harm behind her head to cradle the sore spot.
Allison noticed Amanda wince in pain when she did that. Thinking quickly, she ran over to the pile of clothes and grabbed something to fashion into a makeshift pillow.
Returning to Amanda, Allison gingerly tucked the item behind Amanda's head.
"Thanks Allie." Amanda smiled warmly and yawned. Suddenly she felt very tired.
Allison was feeling drained too, so she curled up beside Amanda and wrapped an arm around her.
Feeling a bit safer now, the two girls drifted off to sleep.
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It felt like only seconds, but it was closer to a couple of hours, when the girls were startled awake by a loud truck with no exhaust, the rumble it made roused everyone from their spots.
It was feeding time, just like Becky had said.
A two wheeled utility trailer was being towed behind the noisy truck and in the trailer was a large drum with a dolly attached, so the drum could be moved with ease. Beside the drum was a crate filled with tin cups, spoons and bowls. Off the back of the truck were two older women sitting on the edge of the tailgate, dangling their legs off the end and looking very bored.
The truck and trailer stopped at the gate entrance, the two women jumped off the tailgate and ambled over to the back of the trailer. They unloaded the drum and crate, dragged the awkward items through the open gate stopping just inside the store front.
Both Allison and Amanda had not eaten for a while and their stomachs were rumbling as soon as they could smell the food. Women and children gathered around the drum and crate, waiting for the food to be dished out. It was then that Allison took a head count of how many were actually in the makeshift cell block. About fifty women and children it looks like. She thought to herself.
She was glad Derek had taken the time to teach her how to count and read a little bit. She smiled to herself, remembering how Derek had taught her to read by using comic books, magazines, and old packages of food. Counting was always easier, as Derek always made it a game for her.
Allison was pulled out of her daydream by Amanda making a comment.
"I never knew there were so many of us here."
"If they hadn't of shot all the men, there would have been more of us." Allison mused.
"Why did they shoot the men?"
"Probably cause they figured the men were more of a threat to them, besides its easier to bully women and children." she replied nonchalantly.
"I'm pretty sure my parents just left me, when I was little, just so they didn't have to feed me." Amanda said with a sigh.
"It's their loss Mandy, cuz now yer with me Girlfriend." Allison wrapped her arm around Amanda's neck, mimicking a choke hold and ruffling her scraggly hair. Amanda grinned, pulled Allison's arm off her shoulder but held onto her friends' hand.
"I wish you were my sister Allie." Amanda locked her blue eyes onto Allison's, a whisper of sadness showing in them.
"You are my sister Mandy, together forever." Allison beamed back, her smile melting away any doubt in Amanda's mind.
"You're the best Allie, now lets go eat."
Both girls ended up at the back of the line, up near the large drum of food. By the smell of it, they were going to have some sort of stew.
The two women stood by the crate and drum, one handing out bowls and spoons, while the other stirred and served the meal. The two women never looked at anyone in the eye, it was as if they were just zombies, brought there to do just one task. There was no small talk, no smiles, just a certain air of dread around them as they went about their task.
When it was Amanda and Allison's turn, they both smiled and thanked the women, but were met with puzzled stares back. Then the woman serving the stew spoke up.
"Girls, you don't have to thank us, we're all in the same boat here. Dana and me just do what we're told, so we don't get beat up. You two should do the same, yer pretty and young and if you be nice to the men here, they'll treat you well enough, 'till they get bored with ya."
"We don't plan to stick around here long lady, we plan to get the hell out of here ASAP." Amanda spoke up, looking straight at the woman with cold determination in her eyes.
"There is no escape from here girly. You either get traded, die, or they take you into their bed. That's it, nuthin more, you don't get to leave by choice." The woman responded angrily, her fingers tightening around the ladle turning her knuckles white. "Dana and me have been here at Club V for a few months now, we tried to leave, but all it got us was a whole lotta hurt. Show her Dana."
The other woman called Dana looked up and over to her friend, she shook her head. "No, they don't need to see. You told them Kim."
"Just turn around and show them Dana, they need to see so they don't do something stupid." The woman named Kim twirled her finger in a circle.
Dana sighed, turned and pulled up the back of her shirt.
Allison and Amanda gasped at the sight of Dana's back.
No longer was the skin smooth, it was littered with slash marks and welts still trying to heal. Puss was oozing out of some of the wounds and scars were forming where other slash marks were finally healing.
"Oh my God, Wh…What did they do to you?" Amanda was shocked at the sight.
"I got whipped." Dana replied, there was no emotion in her voice, but her head hung a little lower.
"Why did they do it?"
"I tried to escape from here, so they beat me then whipped me. They told me next time they would just shoot me and feed me to the dogs." Dana pulled her shirt down and turned to the girls, a single tear was rolling down her cheek. "You two, don't you try it, don't try to run, they'll just hurt you real bad."
The two girls stood and stared at Dana, the full weight of what would happen to them finally sinking in. Without any further words, they turned and went back to their spot to eat alone.
Allison finished her stew, it had been bland, but at least it was filling. She wasn't sure, but it tasted like dog, coyote, or something like that. It was hard to tell when everything was thrown into a pot and boiled.
Alison looked up at Amanda and noticed she was deep in thought.
"Hey you, what's up?" She asked.
"Nuthin Allie, just thinking about stuff." Amanda was busy playing with her spoon in the now empty bowl.
"Stuff?"
"Yeah stuff."
"Like what?" Allison was puzzled that Amanda was not talking, it wasn't like Amanda to be so quiet.
Amanda placed her bowl and spoon on the ground and looked up at Allison. "Allie, I'm scared about what will happen to us. I've never been with anyone and I was waiting for the right guy. I don't want to be with some dirty greaseball, the thought makes me sick."
"Mandy, don't lose faith. I know we will find a way to get out of here. Don't listen to what Kim and Dana said, they don't know how tough we are." Allison tried to reassure Amanda as best she could, but deep down she was scared too. She didn't want to be a slave, or get traded away and never see Derek or her friends, she wanted to get out before it was too late.
The others had finished their meals and started back to the crate to put the bowls and spoons away. No one said much, not even the children, it was as if they all knew what was about to happen.
The air was thick with fear, dread, and panic.
Dana and Kim gathered up the drum and crate, dragging the items back out of the store.
The gate was closed, the two women placed the drum and crate back onto the trailer and climbed onto the back of the truck box.
The truck fired up and pulled away, its loud exhaust making dust from the ceiling drop down onto the captives below.
Amanda looked over at Allison and smiled.
"What's so funny?" Allison asked, her eyebrow lifting up in question.
"Yer goin' grey Allie." Amanda smirked and pointed to Allison's head.
Dust had settled on top of her chestnut locks, making is seem like she had aged thirty years. Allison quickly shook and patted her head, running fingers through to ensure as much of the debris was gone as possible.
"Better?"
"Yes, much younger now. But your hair is a mess." Amanda grinned.
"Ya ya, you're not much better Mandy. Your hair is all greasy, like a tunnel rat's hair."
"Ewww, tunnel rats, those people are so dirty, almost as dirty as these assholes." Amanda curled up her nose in disgust and pointed towards the guards at the gate.
Allison laughed, prompting the guards to look around and stare. Noticing the guards were looking, Allison stuck her tongue out at them and shot them her middle finger.
The guards just shrugged and turned around, not really caring what the girls were doing, just as long as they were not planning an escape something.
It was a little while later when the loud truck made its way back to Club V.
This time Blain the Boss, Bubba, Mikey, and some others were riding in the back.
The truck pulled up to the gate and the men hopped off.
"Open the gate boys." Blain boomed out.
The guards obliged and as the gate swung open, the group of men sauntered in.
"Since its getting close to dinner time for us, we thought we would pick up some dessert." Blain snickered at his comment while he took a look around.
"What night it is tonight Boss?" Bubba asked.
"Hmmmm, I think it'll be boys night out Bubba." Blain pondered while stroking his chin.
Chuckles from the men followed Blains comment.
Allison looked at Amanda, wondering what the comment meant, but she was met with a similar blank stare from her friend.
The men wandered about, eyeing their bounty and grinning.
One by one, the men chose their prize and dragged the unwilling victim out of the store, kicking, screaming and crying back to the truck box.
Allison was shocked at what she saw. They're taking the boys.
She looked back over at Amanda and saw too that Amanda had come to realize what 'boys night out' meant.
Mothers were also crying, and tried in vain to stop the men from taking the boys, only to be met with a swift backhand, or kick.
Blain swaggered over to Allison and Amanda, his rotten teeth showing as he grinned at them.
"Tomorrow night is girls night out. I'm still deciding if I want blond, or brunette. Or maybe I'll let you to fight over who gets to be with me." Blain chuckled at his smart remark.
"I'd rather die than go with you." Allison shot back.
"Ahhh, still with the fire, hey half pint. I'll break ya soon enough." Blain snickered.
"Fuck you asshole." Amanda spat out.
Blain leaned down, grinning from ear to ear. "Yer another one with spark, eh Blondie?"
Quickly Blain's hand shot out and he struck Amanda across the face, sending her back into the mattress. Allison went to hit Blain, but her hand was caught in an instant and twisted to the point of almost breaking.
Allison cried out in pain and struggled to break free, but Blain just laughed and twisted harder. Finally he let go of her and got up to leave.
"Tomorrow night ladies, I'll have to flip a coin to see who I get first." Blain grinned as he turned to leave.
Allison had tears running down her cheek as she rubbed her sore arm. Amanda reached over and wrapped her arm around Allison, trying to provide some comfort.
Blain walked up to a young dark haired boy, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out to the truck. The gate was locked and soon the truck was making its way back to the main camp.
"Tomorrow, when he takes us, we find any way to hurt him, or kill him, so we can get away. There is no fucking way that slime is getting his dirty paws on us." Allison blurted out while still rubbing her sore arm.
"I plan to do that Allie, I'm fighting too. No way do I want them touching me." Amanda said with a look of anger and determination on her face.
They both remained hugging each other, finding some comfort in the words they had just spoken, but still deathly afraid of what was going to happen to them the next night.
The other women could be heard sobbing, frustrated at not being able to stop the men from taking their children. Many harbored a seething hatred for the captors and some had heard what Allison had said, the word to fight back was slowly making its way around the store.
Tonight they might still be safe from Blain and his men, but tomorrow they would need a miracle.