Tyla's POV
I'm blindfolded and put into the back of a van.
I think of screaming but I don't know where I am and it could end in me getting hurt.
I can't cry.
I can't scream.
It won't help.
I sigh and feel the van start, gradually picking up speed.
My stomach rumbles, reminding me that I haven't eaten since last night.
Someone starts crying.
It's Nyla, atleast we're together.
1 hour later
"Get them all," a deep feminine voice calls out.
I assume they're a stud but voices aren't according to labels.
I'm pulled out of the van by strong arms.
What's Tae doing right now?
Does she know yet?
Did they take Ace too?
I try to clear my thoughts and focus on not falling on the ground.
A door is opened and I'm pushed in.
I could tell this fucker to stop pushing me but it's not like they'll listen.
The blindfold is taken off me.
I blink aggressively, my eyes adjusting to the bright light after being in the dark for so long.
As my vision gets clearer I see Nyla sitting next to me.
I look around and don't see Ace.
Atleast she's okay.
I hope.
I jump when I hear a gunshot in the distance.
I sigh and look at the floor.
I'm so hungry.
I need to get out of here.
A pair of air jordans step in front of me, distracting me from my thoughts. By the size of the feet I can tell that this fucker is tall as fuck.
Meaning I have to crane my neck all the way up to see their face.
"Tyla," she says and I look up at her and feel dissapointment when my eyes meet hers.
Alexis.
Fuck.
My first love. Who turned my love into hate for her all by herself.
Great.
I want to stab her Jordans but my hands are still handcuffed on my lap.
She kneels in front of me.
"You miss me?," she says holding my chin.
"No," I deadpan.
"You don't have to lie," she sighs, smiling afterwards.
I laugh.
My laugh echoes through the room.
I look at her and laugh again.
This fucker.
"You're getting on my nerves with your loud ass laugh," she seethes with her eyes in slits.
I laugh again.
I finish laughing and look in her eyes.
Wish I had a fork to poke them.
She looks at me as I remain silent.
"I'm gonna kill you," she huffs.
"So kill me then," I say still keeping my gaze on her eyes.
"I hate you," she sighs standing up.
"It's mutual," I mumble under my breath.
She leaves the room, banging the door.
"Are you okay?," I ask looking at Nyla.
She shakes her head and I sigh looking at the floor again.
The light burns out.
We're left with the sunlight being our source of light. From where it is currently it's late afternoon.
"I hope we make it out alive," I whisper to myself.
"Me too," Nyla mumbles.
We sit in silence for a while until the sun completely sets. In between that time we hear gunshots, knives, laughing, and mostly talking.
Could've been sleeping on Tae's big ass titties right now.
I sigh to myself.
Nyla's been sniffing continuously since we got here. Either she's crying or she's cold. Or both.
The door opens abruptly and Nyla jumps. A person, a stud I think, comes in, grabs her and leaves with her.
"Leave her alone!," I scream trying to get up.
"Shut the fuck up," the fucker says to me.
I sit back as Alexis walks in with a plate of food.
Not good food. As hungry as I am I don't trust that this food is safe to eat.
"You won't eat?," she asks looking down at me.
"No," I say looking at her shoes. A knife would do great work on these.
She reaches for my neck and I break out of her grip. She kneels in front of me and lifts my chin up, making me look in her eyes, again.
"It's not poisoned," she states calmly.
"You're lying," I retort calmly.
She shakes her head and looks at my lips. She leans in for a kiss.
I headbutt her with my forehead, which was painful as fuck but successful.
She stands up rubbing her forehead and looking at me with anger.
I smile at her.
"Drew, make sure she doesn't do anything crazy," Alexis says looking to her left as she walks out of the room still rubbing her head.
"You need to eat," someone says walking in andI recognize them as the nigga Tae told me to stay away from.
They're a stud.
A big tittie stud.
That's beside the point
But they're so big
I shake my head clearing my thoughts.
The stud looks at me with confusion in her eyes. I realise I'm still smiling and decide to keep on smiling.
"How am I supposed to eat if my hands are like this?," I ask squinting my eyes at her.
"Figure it out," she states walking out of the room and locking the door.
Bet.
I lift both my hands up to my chest and take a bobby pin out of my bra.
I fold it over and put it in the lock of the handcuffs.
When last did I get handcuffed.
I shake my head smiling to myself. In the worst situation all I think about is sex. It's a coping mechanism. Most don't understand.
The lock clicks and the handcuffs open up and I grin.
Now to eat.
I look at the plate and examine what's on it once again. It all looks old and stale. It's cold too.
I start eating it, it tastes terrible but I'm too hungry to care at this point. When I finish I look around for water or something to drink but find nothing.
I put the bobby pin back in my bra and handcuff myself again. It might be dumb but it's a skill that could be used later. If they knew I could uncuff myself I don't know what they'd do.
Drew walks back in and looks at the now empty plate.
"How?," she asks mostly to herself.
"I figured it out," I say looking at the wall.
"This bitch is crazy," she says walkimg out with the plate.
We're only getting started.
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