Fire and Ice

Chapter 02

I woke up with a jolt. When I opened my eyes things were still dark. I hadn't been sure if I was just blindfolded or if I was in a dark room. Soon my eyes adjusted and I realized I was in some basement like room, lights off. Feeling around I was tied to a wooden chair, all four limbs immobile. My gun was gone, my coat was gone, all my protection was gone. Looking at my surroundings I saw a few sharp objects I could use, a mirror I could shatter if it got to that. I instantly started planning. I weighed my consequences, I had absolutely no clue what I was up against. What if I kill one guy and another more angry one comes in? So I chose to figure out my situation before acting.

Soon a metal door in the distance opened and a steady footstep came near. I hadn't been nervous, I tended to handle situations well, always good at getting myself out of things. This man was the same man I saw before I was knocked out. I remembered getting knocked out and I winced at the pain in my head.

"You're up. That's good, things will go faster." The dirty man said.

I hadn't replied. I really didn't need to talk, I needed to listen and decipher what he said.

'Make what go faster?'

The man began shuffling things around, I couldn't see but it sounded like something in a bin... little items clanking together. Then I heard more footsteps.

'This is bigger than just a psycho man that kidnapped me, there are more men.'

This man turned on the light. He was younger than the dirty man, he had sandy blonde hair and seemed built. If the circumstances had been different I'd most likely flirt with him in hopes of a fun night.

He looked at me and smirked. His eyes traveled from my face and worked down my body. I couldn't tell if he was stripping me in his mind or deciding what limb to cut off first.

"What's your name?" His voice came raspy.

I stared at him, memorizing his expression. His face contorted when I didn't reply. Instantly I knew these people were capable of things I couldn't begin to understand.

"Fine. Don't talk. You'll beg soon enough."

I chuckled under my breath and his eyebrows knitted together.

'I'll beg. Funny.'

"What first boss?" The dirty man asked Blondie.

"Hair. I want it 3 inches under her shoulders and curled."

'They are cutting my hair. Fuck.'

I glared at them. Blondie smiled.

"We only have 3 hours until the men get here. It's our responsibility to get her ready."

'This keeps getting worse.'

I decided then that it was time to get out. Even if there was a lot of men here, more were on their way.

Blondie started walking up the steps and the door opened and shut. Plan A begins.

The dirty man began moving towards me with a pair of scissors and a spray bottle.

"Nice rich blonde hair, this color has been popular this year." He stated with a hideous laugh following.

"You seem like the type that enjoys the girls who beg. I don't beg, but I do make deals."

He stopped and looked at me. His face seemed dumbfounded as if I were Santa Claus or something.

"Why do you think I'll do anything for a little bitch like you." He growled out.