Unbound

Hotter than a Southern day or whatever the saying is

You wouldn't believe how shit my day has been so far, the kicker was that it was only 12:00 in the afternoon. I was literally just sitting in a car driving to where I was probably going to die. Not going to lie life has been pretty bad so far so I can't be too upset. Well, maybe I should be a little upset but I'll just dissociate instead. 

"Hey Bitch,"a grimy hand grabbed at my jaw and yanked it towards the ugly face that the hand belonged to,"You better enjoy these moments cause you're going to be a bloody stump in a couple minutes"

He cackled in my face and the sour smell of cigarettes wafted right at me. GAH DAMN. I wrinkled my nose and tried to turn away, after a minute of just weirdly staring at me he let me go and turned towards the window as the driver made shaky turns.

At this point I was kind of ready to die, I mean I had nothing keeping me tethered to my current life and this is much more exciting then how I had thought I was going to die. At least I knew I was going to be the hottest person in the room, around these guys I looked like a solid 25 on a scale of 1-10. 

The car lurched as we made a sharp left turn and I sadly enough fell straight into the musty guy's lap. I could't even get up because my hands were tied behind my back. Lucky enough for me the car stopped and I was pulled out of the door. 

A mansion.

I was not dressed for the occasion to say the least. I thought we were going a warehouse or something but I guess I got caught up with the rich sickos. 

The man I have now decided to call Joe didn't give me any chance to sulk at my outfit choice and continued to drag me up the marble steps and boy were there a fricking lot of them. I thought about notifying them about my asthma issue but decided they might not be the best people to tell. 

There were two armed guards standing in front of the beautifully crafted french doors. Joe, the driver who I shall call Billy, and the guards began to speak in hushed whispers while constantly glancing at me. 

I couldn't care less about what they were talking about when these doors are in front on me. They were huge, and solid wood! I mean the iron detailing and the color, it gave me an eye-gasm on the spot. 

"Are these walnut?"

They turned and stared but I am trying to soak in the sheer beauty of these doors before I die.

"Oak maybe?"I thought a bit,"No way, could it be cherry, I've heard cherry is really pretty."

Joe decided to speak up,"What the fuck are you talking about?"

I finally gave them the time of day with a bored expression before sighing loudly,"I'm talking about the doors dude."

I was genuinely worried for their eyebrows because they were practically touching in their confusion. 

"We don't know what the doors are made are you stupid or something?"Billy spoke up this time.

"I don't think I'm stupid,"I started to look over the guards for the first time and man was it a harsh wake up call.

I could see I would not die being the hottest in any room. Apparently they send the uggos out to find average looking people and bring them here to make them feel bad, the guards were that good looking. 

I spent so long looking at the guards that they had finished their conversation and I was being pulled through that gorgeous door and into a gigantic hallway past more unfairly good looking people. 

Eventually, we reached another pretty door but I didn't have any time to enjoy the view before I was pulled into a dimly lit room that had some strong gothic vibes, I could dig it. It was honestly a lot like a throne room of sorts but more modern. I mean there was a throne it was just sleeker and less grand. What the fuck did I get myself into. 

Someone kicked my knees from behind and I fell to the floor in the most idiotic and painful way possible. I must have looked like a complete dweeb. Joe took a fist of my hair and shoved my face into the ground. I DID NOT SPEND AN HOUR DOING MY HAIR AFTER MY SHOWER FOR HIM TO DESTROY MY CURLS FOR THEATRICS. 

Regardless, I was powerless and forced to wait for whatever it was that was coming to send me to hell. 

Footsteps echoed and I could hear them coming closer by the second, I don't know how to explain it but it just sounded powerful. I guess whoever it was sat down on the throne thingie because Joe suddenly decided to let me breath again. I looked up to see who it was but Joe freaked out.

He slapped me clean across my face before screaming like a banshee,"SHE DIDN'T TELL YOU TO RISE YET YOU FUCKING DIMWIT."

Even though my mouth hurt like hell all I could think was whoever she was sounded like she was doing a great job of fighting the patriarchy.

I looked Joe in his manic eyes and lost my shit,"Hey diptshit, if you haven't figured it out yet I have no idea what type of shady shit is going on here but because of you I'm probably going to get fired from my boring as job and honestly I just want to go bang my head into a brick wall to try and get the image of your ugly fucking face out of my head."

I decided to just go crazy and slipped my wrists out of stupidly loose bindings and got off the floor waving my hands around like a psycho," And you know what you kind of suck at your job, maybe I don't know check the tightness of the zipties next time idiot, also you fricked up my hair for absolutely no reason so that's an extra screw you. Now, I was promised a death sentence and honestly I'm kind of ready for it after this mediocre kidnapping experience."

I was panting like crazy and poor Joe looked scared for his life.

I was about to turn and face whoever was running this shit show but I remembered a very important fact in the knick of time,"Not to mention you pulled me up all those stairs and I have asthma you bitch."

I pointed a finger in his face and he just looked so confused, his brain was probably lagging. 

Suddenly, somebody started laughing like a hyena. I was startled and looked towards the throne to see her. 

She was crouched down laughing to no end but even through that you could tell she was supremely attractive. With shaggy, short black hair, a lean and tall figure, and dark eyes .She was intimidating even while she snorted like a hog. 

My breath was caught in my chest as I stared at her trying to get herself together. She looked up and made eye contact with me and damn was it hotter than a Southern day or whatever the saying is.