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ball. I stayed huddled,
knowing he wasn’t done with me. When Camo-man brought his steel toed boot down
on my hip with a crushing kick, I cried out in agony. The pain radiated from my
side through my entire pelvic girdle, and I worried he had broken something.
    “That’s
enough,” said Donny, stepping in between Gordon and me. “She doesn’t know
anything. This is fucking pointless.  If you beat her to death, then what good
is she?”
    “See
boss,” said Gordon to Dacks. “This fucker is soft. I told you he couldn’t
handle this shit.”
    “I
can handle it just fine when it has purpose,” Donny retorted. “Beating her is
useless, and you getting your rocks off by hurting a defenseless woman who has
no information to barter, is just fucking sick. Back off Gordon.”  I heard the
serious menace in the Man-in-black’s tone.
    “All
right, boys,” said Dacks. “Mr. Jeffries and I are going to take our leave. You
guys work it out between you. Whatever you decide to do with her is up to you,
but don’t kill her yet, Gordon. We may need her to get Meyers to talk. We’ll
see if the lying bastard has a soft spot for his little girl.” He laughed and
headed to the door where Mr. Jeffries, awaited him. To my relief, Gordon
followed the two men out. As soon as they were gone, Donny lifted me up and carefully
sat me on the old sofa.
    “Are
you okay, Ellia?” he asked, and I could’ve sworn there was real concern in his
tone.
    I
was crying again and in more pain than I’d ever known, at least physically. I
buried my face in my hands and didn’t respond to him. He pulled my palms away
from my battered face. “Are you okay? I need to know if you can handle this for
a little longer. I promise you, I won’t let it get much worse than this, but if
you can’t take it, you need to tell me.”
    I
was beyond confused by his statement. “What are you talking about? Of course I
am not okay. I have been abducted and beaten up, how can I be okay? Who are
you? What the hell is going on?” I sat up and stared into his eyes, those eyes
that reminded me so much of someone I’d lost. Gordon walked in at that moment,
and Donny held his finger to his mouth, indicating for me to be quiet.
    “What
the fuck, boy? Leave that lying cunt on the floor where she belongs.” He walked
over and grabbed me by a lock of hair and forced me to the floor. “Stay on the
floor like a good bitch,” he said, and walked into the kitchen area. Donny
didn’t say anything or help me back onto the furniture. I curled up in a ball
and stayed down where I belonged. My hip throbbed, and my stomach felt riotous,
even though I hadn’t anything since lunch the day prior. Donny pulled a chair
out from the table and sat down, maintaining watch on Gordon. 
    The
smell of Gordon’s invention on the stove made my stomach twist in both desire
and revulsion. It was sausage and eggs. When he put the plate on the floor in
front of me, I made no response. My stomach growled, but I was sore from the
punch and didn’t want to eat anything that man cooked. I deliberately pushed the
plate away, making a point in my own little way. The men ate in silence. Donny
pulled his mask up enough to expose his mouth to eat, but he still didn’t
remove it. When Camo-man was finished he walked over to me. “Get up and eat
this food I cooked for you, you ungrateful bitch.”
    “I’m
not hungry,” I said. “I don’t want your food.”
    “Is
that right? Well, we’ll see about that in a couple of days won’t we?” He
grabbed me up off the floor and dragged me out the back door. He tossed me violently
back into the shed. My bare knees hit the cement slab with a skid, tearing off
the skin. The doors slammed shut, and I heard the lock set in place. I felt
around the dark shed until I came upon my nesting place in the corner. I sipped
the water Donny left for me, and then I curled into the blanket.
    I
wondered if Matt, or any of my co-workers, were looking for me yet.  When