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in at Amy.
“Toby, why is this little bitch not tied up like the other two?”
The one called Toby walked over. He was a slightly built man with a round, boyish face and a tiny mouth. He spoke to Derek while looking at the ground.
“I didn’t need to tie her up; she wasn’t going anywhere, Derek.”
Derek let out his breath in a huff and climbed in the van to restrain Amy, as the third man moved around to stare down at Ramón and me. He was about six feet tall, like Derek, but he carried an extra twenty pounds of muscle, and his hair was short and black.
I looked about and saw nothing but flat land in all directions, but then to the west, I made out a small rectangle of light that must have been close to a mile away. It might have been a lit window in a house, but in the darkness, any surrounding features were lost.
I looked back up, and the third man, the one who had wielded the shotgun, was staring at me in a way that made the lecherous glance Ramón had given me earlier seem like a proud smile from a favorite uncle.
Ramón had been admiring me, this man was inventorying me, and as his tongue crept out and wet his lower lip, I knew that he planned to do more than simply get rid of me.
The man stopped his staring and spoke.
“Derek, you and Toby take this dude and the kid and drop ‘em in the old well out there.”
The man then reached into a jacket pocket and took out a knife that looked like a switchblade; he held it up.
“Use your knife, you still got it?”
“Yeah,” Derek said. “But why don’t I just shoot ‘em?”
The man pointed to the light in the field, as the knife disappeared back into his pocket.
“The sound of the gun might carry, might not, but we don’t need any lookie loos coming over to butt in, know what I mean?”
Derek nodded, “Okay, but what about her?”
The man smiled down at me.
“She’ll find her way to the bottom of that well soon enough, but it would be a damn shame to let a piece of ass like this go to waste; she and me, we’re gonna spend a little quality time in the van first.”
Ramón spat at the man, while shifting his feet beneath him.
“You are a piece of shit. What kind of man rapes women and harms children?”
The man wiped the spit off his chin and then reared back a foot to kick Ramón. Ramón then launched himself at the man and the two of them slammed against the side of the van and into the dirt.
Derek pulled Ramón off the other man and began kicking him repeatedly. I screamed at him to stop, while Amy began crying. Finally, the beating ended and Ramón rolled over to me. He was bleeding from his mouth and his nose and I knew that the repeated kicks to his midsection must have caused damage, but when I looked into his eyes, he winked.
A second later, I felt something hard strike my thigh, when I looked down I saw the knife, and realized that he had taken it from the man’s pocket as they struggled in the dirt.
I shifted over and plucked it from the dirt; it took two tries though, because my hand was swollen from being swatted with the shotgun. I had just managed to palm it, when the third man pulled me up on my feet by yanking on my ponytail. The next thing I knew, I was landing atop the plywood floor of the van.
“Remember Derek, no guns, stick that pig with your knife until he begs you to stop and then cut his throat.”
“My pleasure,” Derek said, and then I heard the sounds of them moving away, toward the left.
I explored the knife with my thumb and found a button. I was right; it was switchblade.
The man climbed in the van and then turned to slide the door shut. As tempting as it was to attack him then, I knew it would end in defeat. If he cried out while his companions were still nearby, they would simply rush the van before I could even cut myself free. I had to bide my time, let them get out of hearing range, and then take-out this one and get to them before they could harm Amy or Ramón.
The man let out a low whistle.
“Toby, why is this little bitch not tied up like the other two?”
The one called Toby walked over. He was a slightly built man with a round, boyish face and a tiny mouth. He spoke to Derek while looking at the ground.
“I didn’t need to tie her up; she wasn’t going anywhere, Derek.”
Derek let out his breath in a huff and climbed in the van to restrain Amy, as the third man moved around to stare down at Ramón and me. He was about six feet tall, like Derek, but he carried an extra twenty pounds of muscle, and his hair was short and black.
I looked about and saw nothing but flat land in all directions, but then to the west, I made out a small rectangle of light that must have been close to a mile away. It might have been a lit window in a house, but in the darkness, any surrounding features were lost.
I looked back up, and the third man, the one who had wielded the shotgun, was staring at me in a way that made the lecherous glance Ramón had given me earlier seem like a proud smile from a favorite uncle.
Ramón had been admiring me, this man was inventorying me, and as his tongue crept out and wet his lower lip, I knew that he planned to do more than simply get rid of me.
The man stopped his staring and spoke.
“Derek, you and Toby take this dude and the kid and drop ‘em in the old well out there.”
The man then reached into a jacket pocket and took out a knife that looked like a switchblade; he held it up.
“Use your knife, you still got it?”
“Yeah,” Derek said. “But why don’t I just shoot ‘em?”
The man pointed to the light in the field, as the knife disappeared back into his pocket.
“The sound of the gun might carry, might not, but we don’t need any lookie loos coming over to butt in, know what I mean?”
Derek nodded, “Okay, but what about her?”
The man smiled down at me.
“She’ll find her way to the bottom of that well soon enough, but it would be a damn shame to let a piece of ass like this go to waste; she and me, we’re gonna spend a little quality time in the van first.”
Ramón spat at the man, while shifting his feet beneath him.
“You are a piece of shit. What kind of man rapes women and harms children?”
The man wiped the spit off his chin and then reared back a foot to kick Ramón. Ramón then launched himself at the man and the two of them slammed against the side of the van and into the dirt.
Derek pulled Ramón off the other man and began kicking him repeatedly. I screamed at him to stop, while Amy began crying. Finally, the beating ended and Ramón rolled over to me. He was bleeding from his mouth and his nose and I knew that the repeated kicks to his midsection must have caused damage, but when I looked into his eyes, he winked.
A second later, I felt something hard strike my thigh, when I looked down I saw the knife, and realized that he had taken it from the man’s pocket as they struggled in the dirt.
I shifted over and plucked it from the dirt; it took two tries though, because my hand was swollen from being swatted with the shotgun. I had just managed to palm it, when the third man pulled me up on my feet by yanking on my ponytail. The next thing I knew, I was landing atop the plywood floor of the van.
“Remember Derek, no guns, stick that pig with your knife until he begs you to stop and then cut his throat.”
“My pleasure,” Derek said, and then I heard the sounds of them moving away, toward the left.
I explored the knife with my thumb and found a button. I was right; it was switchblade.
The man climbed in the van and then turned to slide the door shut. As tempting as it was to attack him then, I knew it would end in defeat. If he cried out while his companions were still nearby, they would simply rush the van before I could even cut myself free. I had to bide my time, let them get out of hearing range, and then take-out this one and get to them before they could harm Amy or Ramón.
The man let out a low whistle.
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