Love Bites & Bullet Holes

The Devil You Don't

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About thirty minutes later I was hauled back out of the make shift room, feeling violated and exposed after the very thorough examination I'd just received. He'd preformed it himself and the embarrassment I felt was monumental. He led me towards the other nine girls that had been grouped together with me and I harshly tugged my arm out of his grip, moving to stand by them. They looked just as shaken as I probably did, but had no other visible signs of harm. He gave me what I could only assume was a warning look at my actions, before turning towards his men and rattling off orders in Japanese. I hated this. Hated that someone else had full control of my life and I just had to stand here and let it happen. Surely there was a way out of this? My gaze started wondering around the warehouse, once again uselessly searching for anything that could help me escape. My eyes landed back on the group of girls standing by me, a crazy idea filling my mind. What if I could convince them to try escaping with me? If it were a group effort, maybe we'd stand half a chance. I mean, at this point wasn't it worth the risk? We had no idea what these men had in store for us but one thing I did know, was that it wouldn't be good.

"Hey". I called out as softly as I could, trying to grab the attention of the girl next to me. She was a tall slender brunette, with sultry light brown eyes and sun kissed skin. She looked like the type of girls you see in magazines. All long limbs and effortless beauty. In fact, all of the girls in the group, though each uniquely different, held the same beautiful quality. The kind that stood out from the everyday appearance. She glanced my way ever so briefly before looking forward once again. I shifted a little closer, keeping my movements slow and unhurried as to not draw any unnecessary attention and tried again. "Hey". Her eyes shifted down to the floor before finally lifting to look at me again.

"...I don't think we should be talking." she whispered, casting a nervous glance at the man in the suit. I could tell she was scared, we all were, but I couldn't just be led to the slaughter like a clueless lamb. "Listen. I know you're scared...but we have to try and escape." I retorted in a low hushed tone. Her expression grew alarmed at my suggestion and she shook her head. Turning her gaze from me once again and looking ahead. "Look," I pressed, "These are clearly bad men. It's only going to get worse for us from here on out. But if we work together, we at least stand a chance of-"

"HEY!"

I jerked at the sudden aggressive male voice, and straightened away from her. My body tensing up and my eyes going towards the man approaching us. "What do you think this is? A meet and greet? Keep your mouths shut unless we say otherwise. Got it?" I was surprised by the English, even though it was a bit muddled by his accent. I had assumed all the men working for the suited up bastard spoke strictly Japanese, save for the few lines they'd asked us earlier, but clearly I was wrong. I nodded, forcing myself to keep still when he gave me a once over followed by a smirk that made my skin crawl. He walked back towards the other men that were still talking to the man in charge and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I glanced over at the girl to see her fidgeting, her eyes a little damp from tears she was clearly holding back. She probably thought we were about to die when that man came over. Gun cocked and aggression blanketing him. Damn it! It would be no use to try talking to her again so soon. A sigh left my lips and my shoulders slumped a bit in disappointment. I wasn't giving up on my plan, but I knew I needed to wait before approaching any of them about it again. I just hoped that whatever they had planned for us next wouldn't be too horrible, and that it wouldn't be too late to save ourselves.

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Hopelessness. That was what I was feeling over the last few hours as we moved from location to location. At first, when it became clear we'd be leaving the warehouse, a spark of hope blossomed in my chest and my mind started conjuring up multiple ways I might be able to escape. Perhaps if my plans were solid enough I could convince the other girls to work with me. But then the spark flickered when they blindfolded us and once again tied our hands behind our backs. We switched vehicles twice, and despite my now limited senses, I was able to figure out that the first one was a truck. I could tell instantly from the hollow feel and the lack of seats. Leaving us to sit on the cold hard floor and jostled around harshly by every movement it made. Often toppling over or bumping into each other when a particularly sharp turn sent us skidding across the open space. At one point I tried to say something to the other girls, only to have a rough male voice bark me back into stunned silence. Causing my heart to pound like crazy as I was unaware any of the henchmen were in here with us. Something I should have expected.

The second vehicle was much smaller and I was positive it was a van. I had to both climb up and duck down to get inside and I was met by seats. I was forced down onto one and then aggressively buckled in, the other girls forced to do the same. Various sounds of either anger, fear, or distress left the girls from the rough manhandling and I realized with a frown that only four of the other girls were with me. It was funny but, even though I didn't know them, they shared in my predicament and that only grew concern for them inside me. These girls were just like me. Hurt, scared, and confused. And now more than ever we all needed each other. One of the men climbed into the front seat and another into the seat beside me. Rapid Japanese was fired off between them and the driver, and then the van jerked to a start.

"Wait!" I cried out. My body strained forward, trying to get as close to the driver as I could. "Where are the other girls?" I asked anxiously. When no one answered me I grew more determined for a response. It might be stupid or maybe even an act of insanity, but I needed to know. Were they dead? Or have they yet again sectioned us off into two groups like back at the warehouse? All these thoughts swirled around my mind demanding clarity. "I said hey! I know you can understand me! Where are they!! Answer me damn it! Answer m-" A yelp left me and I fell against the window as the man next to me slapped me across the face. Breathing hard in both shock and anger, I wrestled with both the urge to stay down and take this as a sign they had no intentions of telling me anything, or to continue asking until maybe I'd annoy them into a proper response. The former won out and a long shaky exhale of frustration left me as I struggled to readjust my body from it's currently slumped position. Something that was challenging when your hands were bound.

"It's okay...they only split us up so they can take vans to where we're going next, instead of the truck...Something about avoiding suspicion." The softly whispered voice surprised me and I barely stopped myself from turning around. Having to keep in mind that I couldn't see her even if I did, and from the henchmen's reaction earlier at the warehouse, I figure they wouldn't appreciate us talking. Turning my face toward the window and away from the impatient gun wielder beside me, I lowered by voice to a whisper and asked the most pressing question on my mind. "You can understand them?" She didn't answer right away, and I wondered if maybe I'd spoken far too quietly and she hadn't heard. "A bit, yes...not enough to know much but...enough to pick up on a conversation or two...now please, just stay quiet."

I digested her words and did as she asked, pressing my lips together and keeping quiet for the rest of the ride. Maybe, just maybe, I'd found my first ally.

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AN:

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