Kristine is whimpering at Warren’s feet, a total mess of snot and tears. Warren scowls down at her. “She’ll be a turn on for someone who likes the sniveling kind. Silence her before I change my mind.”
I reach for Kristine but she tries to scramble away, in the direction of the injured girl. Before I can take hold of her, Warren’s pointed shoe connects with her ribs. Her mouth opens in a silent scream and more tears fill her eyes. I grab hold of her, one arm around her waist and the other over her mouth.
Warren glares at the waiter standing by the door to the balcony. “Bring this one,” he points to Riza. The waiter rushes to the girl and he throws her limp body over his shoulder. The way he’s carrying her makes the dress ride up, exposing her ass.
I lift Kristine off the ground and follow the waiter. Her hands come up, gripping hold of my arm. Sharp nails dig into my skin. She tries to fight but she should know it’s useless. She’s no match for me.
~*~
Chapter Four
Kristine~
This is not happening!
This can’t be happening!
That man just hit Riza! He could have killed her.
It’s all some horrible nightmare. We are not in the back of a van being taken to God-only-knows-where.
My stomach and ribs ache something fierce from where Warren kicked me. I tear my eyes away from Riza, who is still unconscious. I’m so worried about her. I pull Kelly closer to me, trying to comfort both of us.
The van slows down. When it comes to a full stop, it causes all my muscles to tense and quiver. I send up a silent prayer. Please, don’t let them hurt us!
The sound of metal turning on metal makes me press my back hard into the wall behind me. I pull Kelly tighter against my chest. The van door swings open. Garrett looks very unhappy as he glares into the back of the van.
“Put her with the others!” Warren commands and then he shoves a plump girl into Garrett’s arms.
“Let’s get back to the house. We need to get started,” Garrett says as he picks the new girl up and forces her into the back. She scrambles over Riza to get to the other corner. She looks terrifies. I’m sure we all look the same, scared out of our minds.
“Can’t wait to break them in,” Warren says with a dark smirk.
Break us in? What the hell is he talking about?
My eyes meet Kelly’s terrified ones, and fresh tears spill over my cheeks. The realization of what happened and what is happening hits hard. Oh my God! We’re being kidnapped!
“Close your eyes,” Garrett whispers.
My eyes dart to his and I can’t believe they fooled us like that. He doesn’t look like a killer. I was actually starting to like him before they took us. They all look so decent. I would never have suspected any of them being able to hurt a fly, no less any of us.
“Close your eyes,” he whispers again. “There’s nothing you can do. It will be easier if you try to get some rest while you can.”
He slams the doors closed and I hear the lock engage. My heart rate picks up and my throat clogs with fear.
Riza starts to move, regaining her consciousness after what feels like hours of being stuck in the back of the van. She’s confused when she comes to and tentatively lifts a hand to her forehead. “Ouch,” she whispers, bringing her fingers away from her head to check for blood.
“How do you feel?” She sits up and looks around. Her eyes widen when she realizes we’re in the back of a moving van. When she looks at me, I see the horror in the eyes that’s taken root deep in my stomach. I hold out my hand to her. “Come sit with us.”
“No!” She starts to cry uncontrollably. “Where are we? What’s happening?”
“They’ve taken us,” I whisper, thinking the softer I talk the less of a blow it will be to her.
“We’re being kidnapped!” She shrieks and crawls to the door. She starts to pound on the steel, all the while screaming. “Help! Somebody help. I don’t want to die. Help!”
“Riza,” I whisper but she doesn’t seem to hear me. I clear my burning throat. “Riza!” I shout. “They’ll shoot you. Don’t make them angry!”
She doesn’t listen and keeps banging on the doors.
“Is she your friend?” the girl in the other corner asks.
“Both of them,” I say softly, too upset and drained of energy to raise my voice above a whisper. I cover my mouth with both my hands as a sob escapes. Riza’s screaming and panic is making my panic and fear escalate. Kelly’s silence is killing me.
I’m so scared.
The girl inches closer to me. “I’m Cathy.”
“Kristine,” my voice disappears at the end and I clear my throat again. “My name is Kristine.”