Chapter 88: Christmas Eve II
Storage Facility
*smack*
The sound echoed in the dimly lit room. Sam’s body was cold but her face was burning with pain. Pain from the hand making contact with her left cheek. The force of the impact was harsh enough to cut her lip, and draw blood.
The man was enjoying it, she could tell. Whoever was striking her, was finding it amusing. She could hear him, chuckling like a hyena in front of her.
She was tied to a wooden chair, both arms fastened on its armrests with zip ties. Har hair was in a mess, sticking to her sweaty skin. She squealed when she felt him grab her hair harshly, threatening to tear it from its roots. Her eyes searched in a frenzy but she saw nothing. The man smiles down at her, amused at the confused and frightened look on her face.
More time passed, was it an hour? She couldn’t tell. But she had enough beating, her whole body felt sore. She reckons her eyes were swelling. It was pulsating, burning.
She heard movement around her, as her head hung low, she felt weak. She felt thirsty, hungry, and most of all, she felt pain. She attempted to identify the sound, but couldn’t. Her brain isn’t working like usual. Too much was in her system, all sorts of drugs.
She could smell a hint of smoke, a cigarette. She could smell it over the caking blood in her nostrils. She wonders if she broke it, that would be a bitch.
She felt him stand close to her, watching. And a wicked smile spread on his lips, inhaling his cigarette he blew smoke right at her face, and he laughed at her reaction. She turned away, eyes burning from the smoke. And she heard another masculine laugh echoing in a close distance.
So, there’s a few of them, she thought.