Scarlet's POV
We were going through the woods, I don't know how big Jared's territory is but I know they were taking me off of it.
I wanted to run, scream, get away. But there were so many things preventing me from doing that. The little guy following behind us still currently waving the knife in my face tauntingly, the mental problems I had keeping me from screaming, and the big guy that had a tight hold on me.
I was sure I'd end up having a wide bruise going around my entire lower back at where his arm was rested. But that didn't matter right now. What did matter is why there were taking me, where, and who "Boss" is.
"Do you think the boss will let me play with her?" The little guy asked a knowing smirk spread across his disgusting face. He had his pointer finger on the tip of the blade while he used the other hand to swirl it around. A drop of his blood ending up sliding down the edge of the blade coating it red in that spot.
The big guy threw me up on his shoulder a little more, making me catch air before I landed back on his rock of a shoulder. Yep definitely bruised.
"I don't know maybe, we have a deadline to deliver her to get the money. Although the guy did say that we could whatever we wanted to her. Apparently she used to a little play." The big guy said with a grunt.
I had a pretty good idea what they meant by "play", and if my thoughts were correct then I really didn't want to play. I tried breaking through the mental barrier like before so I had enough courage to try to escape.
Although with the situation at hand it seemed like my mental barrier glued itself in place. My thoughts kept going back and forth between giving in and having to play, or trying to get away and getting stabbed.
It's not like I haven't been stabbed before, but it's not exactly my most favorite form of torture. If I had a favorite that is.
A rage filled howl pierced the air, but there was something else in it, sorrow.
The two men stopped and looked back to the way we came from. Where the howl came from to be exact. And that gave me hope that someone was coming.
Enough hope to break through my barrier to gain the courage to try and escape.
Lucky for me the brute was focused on the howl enough to of loosened his hold on me. I put my hands palm down and pushed roughly. My whole body fell off his shoulder to the forest floor with a thud.
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