Escape

Escape~Ch. 3

Song of the chapter: Set Fire to the Rain by Adele

Chapter 3 :)

          Rebecca awoke with a start and groaned. Her hands were behind her back and pins and needles shot through them as she tried to shift. Her legs were falling asleep, and she couldn’t breathe very well for two reasons—one being that her arms were forced behind her back and two, her chest was tight, and her head, mouth, and throat felt like they had been used to pack cotton.

          “You’ve woken up, princess,” a man’s rough voice startled her. He grabbed her hands and none too gently untied her hands and legs, gripping her upper arms tightly and pulling her up. She took the chance to observe the room and frowned.

          It was tiny! With black bars, a small, not-white-anymore toilet, one cot, and a dim light with moths swarming around it, the room was not even one fourth the size of her freaking bathroom!

          “Don’t call me that, and unhand me! What in the world am I even doing here?” Rebecca demanded, frowning.

          He laughed. That man had the nerve to laugh!

          “Shut up right now!” The princess snapped. He only chuckled harder.

          “Honey, you have a lot to learn if you think that you’re always going to get your way in life,” he said. Before Rebecca had the chance to respond, the door was kicked open, and a body was thrown into the room.

          “Well, princess, meet your roommate, Jasmine Kinsley,” the man smirked.

          All Rebecca saw was a blur of purple and black before the man with the rough voice was on the ground.

          “What the freaking… am I… doing here!” A girl’s voice was punctuated with the smack of skin on skin and some choice curse words.

          “Get off of me!” The man pushed her off to the right side, and the girl collapsed onto the ground with a whimper, grimacing and holding her knee.

          Rebecca raised her eyebrows, her eyes widening as she observed the girl. She looked about sixteen with a mop of streaked bright purple and black hair with many other colors mixed in, thick, dark eyeliner, skin-damaging tattoos, leather everywhere on her body—well, the bare minimum of her body; the rest was all skin—and the blood. There was a mess of it running down her right knee, showing up through her black see-through lacey tights.

          “There will be more soon,” the rough-voiced man growled. As he walked past the freaky girl, she bared her teeth at him and called him a bad name. In response, he kicked her where all the blood was coming from, and she winced, trying not to show how much pain he just caused her.

          “I will be back later.”

          Rebecca got up slowly, staring at the girl. She stared back boldly. Finally Rebecca did the right thing. Almost crying, she lifted up a piece of her beautiful, now tattered, gown.

          “Dude, don’t flash me!” She yelped, eyebrows coming together. Rebecca glared, deciding that she did not, in fact, like her “roommate”.

          “I’m not. Shut up for a second.” With a rrriiipppp! the—gasp—satin tore.

          “Don’t tell me to shut up!”

          “Shut up.”

Rebecca blinked, and she was on the ground, pinned by the girl that that man had named as Jasmine. Man, she was tiny! The Princess was about 5’6. Jasmine looked about 5’0.