Quinn's hair stuck to her cheek due to sweat dripping down her face despite there being a winter storm outside she was drenched in her own sweat. Her wrist we bloodied from the rope holding her hostage and she shifted uncontrollably in her spot. She'd been subjected to hours of sitting on the floor.
"Are we seriously just gonna stray from the mission? We were supposed to deliver her." Mel spoke. Her hand behind her back supporting her to walk around with her pregnant belly.
"We know how important this is for her." Owen hisses back. Mel looked down at Quinn's beaten face. Blood dried up on her lip. The blood from her stab wound started to seep trough her pants.
"I'm gonna bandage her up." Quinn's head shot up and she frowned. "Don't you dare fucking touch me."
Of course she didn't listen. "If you want to make it you're gonna have to comply." She muttered.
"Like it matter, I'm dead anyways." Quinn knew they'd take her to that psycho of a doctor and that'd be it for her. Just like her mom. Quinn closed her eyes trying to remember her mother's face but it was starting to fade. She hated it. How could her brain forget the face of someone she loved. Why couldn't she remember her mother's voice. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't picture it.
"Get her up." Mel spoke and Jordan complied. He had been so willing to torture the girl. Mentally and physically. He was a narcissist really. Ego better than his dick, or so that's what Leah his girlfriend often said when she was pissed off at him.
"Stop being a pain in the ass." Jordan slapped the back of her head making her stumble. Quinn's eyes travel to the short haired girl observing her.
"Fuck you Mel." She spat. Mel had been a good friend of her mom's. A former firefly. She acted like she was nice, like she cared about her well-being but here she was delivering her towards death. Not saying anything every-time Jordan took pleasure in using her as a punching bag.
That's why she had the most hate for her. Quinn stayed quiet the whole time Mel took care of her wound.
"I'm sorry it has to be like this."
"It doesn't. You can let me go." Another feeble attempt to convince the raven haired girl before her to let her go.
"You know I can't do that." Quinn rolls her eyes and smiles.
"There I was hoping you had a heart. You know..." Quinn pauses.
"You are going to be a shit mother. A mother protects, and you? You have no maternal instinct." She taunted and watched as Mel's face reddened with anger.
Mel finished up tending the girls wounds and roughly pulls her up from the chair when she's done. The action send Quinn into a hysterical fit.
"There you are. See not so hard to show who you truly are you fucking rat!"
"Quiet! Or I swear to god ill fucking shoot you right here." Jordan takes over. His face getting so close to Quinn she can smell his horrid breath.
"Fuck you." Jordan's nostrils flare and he backs up with a smile.
"Should've kept your mouth shut." Jordan raises his fist and it collides with her face. Slowly the room darkens and the girl falls unconscious.
When Quinn finally wakes up from the beating she realizes she can't see anything. There was a soft cloth covering her eyes and duck tape on her mouth. Her breath quickens and panic starts to settle in. She hated the dark. Just the thought of not knowing what was coming next terrified her.
A loud thud makes the girl jump. The room was awful quiet which was a rare occurrence. This continues for about thirty minutes before Mel speaks.
"Don't you think his people will come looking for him? Abby we should finish this and leave."
"Shut up, he's getting what he deserves." Nora chuckles. "Fucking pig."
Abby strikes whoever they were talking about again and that's when Quinn realizes what was happening. Her heart drops and she feels sick to her stomach. If it wasn't for the tape that was firmly pressed against her lips she'd surely wouldn't threw up. A few moments of their sick and twisted game and Quinn feels the door next to her bump into her body indicating someone else entered the room. From the sounds that came after the person that came in wasn't part of the group. A fight had broken out and everyone started to argued.
"Pin her down." Nora yells.
"Get off me." The intruder yells. A female. Maybe she had a chance. If whoever this person was could free her or if she came with a group she could actually make it out alive.
"Get the fuck off me." The girl yells.
"Bitch." The sound of them ganging up and beating whoever this girl was dimmed any hope she had of making it out of the situation alive. Fuck if she was gonna give up though. Quinn was a fighter, her mom had thought her to be. While everyone was distracted the raven haired girl started to wiggle her head trying to get the piece of cloth off her eyes.
Nothing she did proved to be successful. Even as she tried to free herself from her restraints all it did was burn at her skin. The rope was too tight. Too secure. She can't say she blamed them. She had tried to escape once resulting in the gun shot wound she not had on her thigh.
Finally they decided it was enough and stopped beating the girl. That didn't stop her from screaming her lungs out threatening the group.
"You're gonna fucking die." The girl yells. The strain in her voice evident and it reminds Quinn of her mother's death. How she lost her voice watching her die. Screaming.
"We gotta get out of here before the whole town shows up." Owen finally agrees with Mel.
"What about her? We have to get her to the hospital." Nora points to Quinn.
"Fuck it just dump her outside. She won't survive in the cold."
"But what about Isaac? I need her." Nora argues.
"It's not like she was gonna be useful to us don't act like you don't know that. You and that doctors sick fucking plan." Owen groans in disgust. The attention turns from Quinn back to the girl who started to beg.
"Joel get up."
"Joel fucking get up." She cried and Quinn wondered what the man name Joel meant to the woman.
"End it. Now." Owen orders Abby to finish what she started.
"You dump that bitch outside."
Not long after Owen spits out the orders Quinn feels Jordans skinny fingers pull her by the legs. Quinn starts to kick and squirm from his grasp.
"You're disgusting." Quinn cries as soon as the tape is ripped off her mouth. The saliva that had piled on her mouth came spitting out at Jordan and that pissed him off.
"Let's see how loud you'll be when you're out there with all those clickers. Maybe then you'll keep that pretty mouth shut."
Her face is met with a slap and she cries. Allowing herself to finally beg the man in-front of her for mercy.
"Please don't do this." Quinn begged before one last and rough pang was heard in the room.
"Nooo." The girl's cries filled the room and she knew that Joel had surely met his death on Owens commands.
"Burn in hell pendejo." One of them said and Quinn opened her mouth.
"You'll be the one to burn in hell, you fucker." Jordan slaps the girl again and she holds back her sobs.
"I'll fucking kill you." The girl on the floor sobbed Her voice quivering. Quinn heard a gun click and she knew that was the end. They'd kill the girl and then they'd kill her.
"No! She's just a kid." Mel interrupted and this surprised Quinn. The girl laughed. She laughed so loud everyone turned to look at her, even the girl on the floor finally taking notice of her presence.
"Ellie!" Someone called out from a distance. "She in here." Another voice said.
"Fuck. Let's get out of here." Owen spoke.
"What about her." Jordan spoke.
"Just leave her!" Mel yells.
"Bitch." Jordan spits at her and knocks out Ellie with one punch leaving Quinn tied up and defenseless. Quinn can hear all their footsteps rushing to get away leaving the man's limp body on the floor.
Quinn's voice quivers and she starts to cry. Half of her felt safe and the other half didn't. She was no in the grasp of a group of strangers. She just hoped they weren't as cruel as the WLF.
"Oh my god, Dina get in here!" A male voice spoke.
"Ellie! Ellie. Fuck who would do this." His voice shook.
"They killed Joel." Dina spoke in a soft grieving voice. Quinn feels someone's touch on her skin and she jumps. Her breath becomes unsteady but the man reassures her.
"Hey, hey you're okay. I'm just trying to help." Quinn swallows the lump in her throat and nods. The boy carefully removed the shirt wrapped around he face off and she blinks away the tears. Her eyes come in contact with an Asian man. The man studied her face and how her dark eyes shot around the room in a panic.
"You're safe." He spoke softly the words barely audible.
"We're gonna need you to tell us what happened here."