Stitch Jaime Lewis (miss read books txt) 📖

two, and she started to wonder how many guys were surrounding her.

“I did give her the drugs.”

“Yeah, after you had already knocked her out, genius.”

She swallowed the acidy bile, and she took a deep breath. No wonder she felt the way she did. Not only had the asshole hit her in the head, he had injected her with some sort of drug.

The fear of everything hit her. She had to be brave. If she wanted a chance at escaping, she needed to be smart.

“I don’t know what you want with me.”  She said in a low, shaky voice.

She felt a hand slide up her inner thigh and her body tensed up. Why is this happening to me?

“She’s got some muscles on her.” The guy said, and she tried closing her legs but couldn’t due to the ties shackling her ankles to the chair.

“Please stop.”  She whispered.

“What was that, honey? You want more?” He laughed, and she shook her head.

“Hey, hands off the merchandise. You know the rules.”

“Oh, come on, man.” He cupped her breast, and she reacted by jerking her head and ended up smashing the guy in the nose.

“Fuck!”

The others laughed at him.

“Dude, I think she broke your nose.”

“Yeah, real fucking funny.”

She wasn’t prepared for the blow she took to the stomach, knocking the air out of her. Then a backhand landed across her face, and her cheek exploded with pain. Her chair wobbled slightly, then suddenly she was airborne. She and the wooden chair slammed into the floor, causing the wooden chair to splinter on impact. Her body felt numb, and she wondered if she had broken any bones. She was in too much pain to even try to move, so she just laid still. The blindfold she was wearing had slid down a smudge giving her a little visibility of where she was.

Three guys were huddled on the other side of the room. Two of them looked to be tending to the guy’s nose she had broken. She lifted her head and saw an open window just above where she laid. No wonder the place was freezing.

She stole another glance at the guys who seemed oblivious to her presence. Maybe they thought she was knocked out. She weighed her options. Did she stay, or did she try to make it out of the window?  Before she could decide, she heard footsteps approach, and she tensed, waiting for another round of punches, but it never came. Instead, a hand slid over her ass, and she tried to keep calm, but then his hands slipped between her legs, and she clamped her legs together, trapping the hand between her thighs. Her head was yanked back when the guy grabbed a handful of her hair. She swore a chunk had been ripped from her scalp.

“You know you broke my buddy’s nose.”

“Maybe next time he’ll know to treat a lady with respect.” Mia had no idea where her brazenness had come from, but it felt good to say that. She wanted to say a lot more but was interrupted.

“Bitch, respect is the last thing any lady deserves.”

He hit her face several times, and she tasted the blood as her lip split open.

“Please, stop!” She screamed as he kicked her hip. She tried to curl herself into a ball on the floor, praying for the torture to end.  He didn’t stop as she took blows to her shoulder blades and other areas of her back. She bit her lip to prevent from crying out in pain. Tears leaked through the material covering her eyes as she lay there, helpless on the cold floor.

“Knock it off, asshole!” Someone shouted, and the man stopped, but not before giving her one last hard kick to the back of her thigh.

“Hey man, we were just following the boss’s orders.” The guy chuckled. “We may have gotten a little carried away, but we wanted to have a little fun. It would be a shame not to fuck the little beauty before we had to off her.”

Mia heard a grunt.

“Why did you punch me?”

“Just shut the fuck up. The boss is not going to be happy with what you’ve done. Go load up the truck.”

“What about the bitch? We can’t just leave her.”

The guy looked over where Mia laid motionless on the floor. “She ain’t going anywhere. Come on, we’ve got a shit ton of materials to load, and I don’t want to be here all night.”

She heard a few mumbles, then footsteps followed by a door slamming.

She panted hard, and each breath was as painful as the previous one.

The material tied around her head had slid up a little more, and she saw there was no one around. She waited a little longer to listen for any sign that the men were still inside the building. She took another peek under the slit of her blindfold and confirmed the coast was clear, but there was no telling when they would return. If she had a chance to escape, now was her moment of opportunity. She couldn’t hesitate.  It was now or never.

She slowly rolled and tried sitting up, which was a hard task with her hands still tied together. It was a small movement, but so painful. She ached all over. She channeled a phrase her brother used to say to her when she needed a good push.  “If you want something bad enough, you’ll do whatever is needed to succeed.”

Repeating those words to herself, she reached up with both hands and grabbed hold of the window sill above her, and pulled herself up. She didn’t waste time as she slid the remainder of the window up. She shivered as the cold air hit her wet clothing. She wasn’t sure which way would be easier on her body to get out. She didn’t have a lot of options, nor did she have much time to debate it, knowing she could have company any second.

She pushed past the pain and slid onto the window ledge, then swung her