Because I’m here. I asked for this. My hands drop from his back and he turns a little, letting one of my hands slip down to his hips and come to a rest over a lump in his pocket.
His knife.
I swallow hard. My head is a lot clearer now, the drugs he gave me wearing off. I feel the outline of the lump in his pocket. Not a knife. I slowly slip my hand inside, one fraction at a time, until my fingertips come in contact with his secret.
Syringes. But are they empty? Or full?
There are three of them. I wrap my tiny hand around the bundle of plastic and slowly withdraw them. When I get them out I flick the caps off, one at a time. I don’t know if they are empty or not and it’s dark, so I have no hope of finding out.
So I do the only thing I can do. I stab him, with all three at once, and push the drugs in.
Only two depress, and I’m not even sure how much he got, because I’m thrown onto the hard wood floor before I can finish.
“You fucking cunt.”
“Right place, right time. Best escape advice out there.”
– Sydney
I slide across the floor and hit my head on the wall. He grabs my arms, like he’s got some super night vision and he knows exactly where I am in the blackness, and pulls me to my feet. He squeezes my arm so hard I cry out.
“Bitch,” he laughs. “The dose was way too fucking low to drug a guy as big as me.”
He throws me against the wall again. I hit it harder than the last time, the back of my head bursting with pain. My vision blurs and I start to fall to the floor.
But he’s there again, holding me up. Not the way he carried me to the tub to clean me up. He slings me over his shoulder and stumbles towards the door, falling forward. Once again I hit the floor. But he loses his grip and I crawl backwards, feeling for the wall. I find it at the same time he finds me and then a hard fist crashes against the side of my head.
“You think you can play me?” He’s breathing hard, his anger spewing out with each exhale. “You think you can trick me, you stupid whore?”
Even in the dark, the next blow makes the room spin. Makes my brain spin.
That’s three hits. I’m not sure how many more I can take.
He lifts me up over his shoulder again and stumbles forward. This time we do not go down. I kick my legs and flail my fists against his hard body. But he’s got me tight.
We go through the door and into a living room. There’s a small light on in the kitchen, so I can at least see where I am. But we walk past that and towards the back of the cabin.
I need to get away. If he puts me back in there—
He throws me down on the ground. The air rushes out of my lungs, knocking the breath out of me. I gasp, trying to make my lungs work. I feel like I’m drowning. Underwater choking. But I’m not. I just can’t seem to draw in enough oxygen to make up for the blow.
He fumbles with the door handle for a second, and I’m just about to start crawling away, hopeful that some of those drugs are gonna kick in, when he finally manages to pull it open and turn back to me. His eyes are filled with rage.
I don’t know Merric Case that well. Hardly at all, in fact. But I know the look of evil. I know the look of a monster. And he’s definitely one of them.
He takes a step and falls.
I crab-walk backwards just as he reaches out for my ankle. He gets a hold, but I kick him in the face and he lets go. I get to my feet as he starts to crawl after me. He’s so much faster than me, even drugged. Because he gets to his feet again before I can even turn.
He lunges at me, grabbing hold of my waist this time, and we go down together. He lands on top of me, and once again, I’m gasping for air.
And that’s when his hands find my throat.
“I’m just gonna kill you now, Syd.” He sneers the nickname he’s not allowed to call me, and squeezes.
Fight, Sydney!
I turn, my knees up, pushing him off me. And even though I get some space between us, his arms are so long it does nothing for the
His knife.
I swallow hard. My head is a lot clearer now, the drugs he gave me wearing off. I feel the outline of the lump in his pocket. Not a knife. I slowly slip my hand inside, one fraction at a time, until my fingertips come in contact with his secret.
Syringes. But are they empty? Or full?
There are three of them. I wrap my tiny hand around the bundle of plastic and slowly withdraw them. When I get them out I flick the caps off, one at a time. I don’t know if they are empty or not and it’s dark, so I have no hope of finding out.
So I do the only thing I can do. I stab him, with all three at once, and push the drugs in.
Only two depress, and I’m not even sure how much he got, because I’m thrown onto the hard wood floor before I can finish.
“You fucking cunt.”
“Right place, right time. Best escape advice out there.”
– Sydney
I slide across the floor and hit my head on the wall. He grabs my arms, like he’s got some super night vision and he knows exactly where I am in the blackness, and pulls me to my feet. He squeezes my arm so hard I cry out.
“Bitch,” he laughs. “The dose was way too fucking low to drug a guy as big as me.”
He throws me against the wall again. I hit it harder than the last time, the back of my head bursting with pain. My vision blurs and I start to fall to the floor.
But he’s there again, holding me up. Not the way he carried me to the tub to clean me up. He slings me over his shoulder and stumbles towards the door, falling forward. Once again I hit the floor. But he loses his grip and I crawl backwards, feeling for the wall. I find it at the same time he finds me and then a hard fist crashes against the side of my head.
“You think you can play me?” He’s breathing hard, his anger spewing out with each exhale. “You think you can trick me, you stupid whore?”
Even in the dark, the next blow makes the room spin. Makes my brain spin.
That’s three hits. I’m not sure how many more I can take.
He lifts me up over his shoulder again and stumbles forward. This time we do not go down. I kick my legs and flail my fists against his hard body. But he’s got me tight.
We go through the door and into a living room. There’s a small light on in the kitchen, so I can at least see where I am. But we walk past that and towards the back of the cabin.
I need to get away. If he puts me back in there—
He throws me down on the ground. The air rushes out of my lungs, knocking the breath out of me. I gasp, trying to make my lungs work. I feel like I’m drowning. Underwater choking. But I’m not. I just can’t seem to draw in enough oxygen to make up for the blow.
He fumbles with the door handle for a second, and I’m just about to start crawling away, hopeful that some of those drugs are gonna kick in, when he finally manages to pull it open and turn back to me. His eyes are filled with rage.
I don’t know Merric Case that well. Hardly at all, in fact. But I know the look of evil. I know the look of a monster. And he’s definitely one of them.
He takes a step and falls.
I crab-walk backwards just as he reaches out for my ankle. He gets a hold, but I kick him in the face and he lets go. I get to my feet as he starts to crawl after me. He’s so much faster than me, even drugged. Because he gets to his feet again before I can even turn.
He lunges at me, grabbing hold of my waist this time, and we go down together. He lands on top of me, and once again, I’m gasping for air.
And that’s when his hands find my throat.
“I’m just gonna kill you now, Syd.” He sneers the nickname he’s not allowed to call me, and squeezes.
Fight, Sydney!
I turn, my knees up, pushing him off me. And even though I get some space between us, his arms are so long it does nothing for the
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