Her fingers wrapped around the throttle, a tiny part of her wishing to let go. A soft hissing came from the back of her throat, a signal that it had to be now. She quickly slammed the lever into drive and slammed the brick onto the gas pedal, speeding towards the wall. She wished for a quick end, the kind that they talk about in a dreamy state. A pair of arms wrapped around her and drug her out of the car, breaking the door open in the process. She lay on the ground, covered in blood and asphalt as the car she had just stolen slammed into the building. Her eyes groggily shut, covering the miserable world from her view.
She awoke in a cold room on an even colder surface. When she opened her eyes, she realized that she wasn't dead, because everything hurt. Especially her ribs and arms. It also came to her knowledge that she had something shoved into her arm, not done professionally. She looked down at her left arm, in a dazed attempt to figure out it was. There was a sloppy IV in her arm, attached to a bag of green liquid.
"Jesus..." she muttered, quickly pulling it out with a wince.
The area started a sprout quite a bit of blood as she searched the room for something to wrap around it.
The room was small, covered in peeling white paint that revealed the deep red behind it, that she could only hope was paint. Her eyes glanced down at the gray tiles before jumping gingerly off of the metal table. She limped over to the door as she attempted to tighten her flowy gown.
"They couldn't even find a real fucking hospital gown... It-It's just lingerie," She murmured as she grabbed a hold of the door handle that was just as cold as the floor she stood on.
As she swung open the door, she saw a group of guys sitting around a table.
"Rose, my precious garden flower, come here," a slippery voice cooed in her direction.
She crossed her arms, covering her chest in the sheer, short dress. Her cyan eyes glanced over at the man who had her entangled in his life.
"I saw you look at me, you can't be mad, come to me baby," he muttered, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Her vermillion hair hung in front of her face as she looked at the dusty floor. She was pretty sure that she had gotten her name solely because of her hair, but she couldn't quite remember.
"Rose," the voice sang, sort of stretching out her name.
She drug her feet over to the man, who had his arms outstretched. She slipped her arms around his waist and felt his strong arms embrace her. He smelled of a rich cologne and the smell brought tears to her eyes. She could sense the other men staring at her almost bare ass, and it seemed as though the man who held her could tell as well, as he moved his hands down to cover her.
"Don't ever do that again," he hissed into her ears. "Because next time I won't be so nice."
She shuddered and squeezed him. "I-I didn't mean to... It was the other voice in my head, I told you about it. There's something evil there. It's not me Roy, I promise you... You have to believe me."
Leroy kept one hand on her ass and moved the other to delicately play with her hair.
"I love you baby. I just need you to stay with me," he gripped her hair and tugged at it, "Is that understood?"
She nodded painfully. "Yes Roy."
He dropped her hair and kissed her forehead. "That's better."
