their sockets again as she tried to collapse to the ground. She needed to cover herself, to protect herself from the blows, but she was bound, only able to try to curl into a ball. His fists then moved to her face. It only took one blow for her to see stars, after the second she couldn’t see at all.
She barely recognized G’s voice when he spoke, “Let her go, as much as I would love to watch her die, my orders were to just give the warning.”
Carlee moaned as she lay on the ground, barely able to move. Her eyes were swollen shut but she heard the footsteps, felt G’s presence as he came down closer, leaning down and speaking close to her ear “Don’t even think of telling anyone Carlee.”
A few slaps across the face to make sure that she wasn’t unconscious. “Listen to me, Carlee and listen well. Memorize it. I know where your heart is. That old boyfriend of yours, Ryden? Or what about your brother Kyle? You wouldn’t want to be responsible for something happening to them would you?”
Blood now poured from her lips, she was struggling with consciousness but managed to get out the words, “You wouldn’t dare.”
G laughed, “Oh wouldn’t I? I would do it with so much pleasure. I would even send them to you a piece at a time. Just push me and find out.”
He rose from beside her. She slowly began to curl into a ball in an attempt to ease her pain. It was over, she survived. There was a sudden kick from behind and she opened her mouth to scream only to find she had no voice. She was unable to catch her breath as she was repeatedly kicked and stomped. Her back, her stomach, arms and legs were all targets. The last blow grazed her temple hard enough that when the darkness finally came, she welcomed it.
She was unsure as to how long she had been out. When she came back to consciousness, she immediately heard the sounds of the cars, people, and the city. It took her only brief seconds to remember what had happened. She tried to call for help but she couldn’t get enough breath to fill her lungs to scream. She tried to move, but there wasn’t a place on her body that didn’t hurt. She cried through the pain as she pulled herself across the asphalt. A female scream stopped her. She found herself suddenly surrounded by people. Voices all mingled together. “What the hell happened to you?” “Someone call 9-1-1.” “I’m on it.” “Don’t worry hon, we got ya.”
Carlee flinched as a hand came to rest against her shoulder. She whimpered as she was suddenly able to move her arms and knew the zip tie had been cut from her wrists. A concerned voice through the darkness, “Don’t move her, she has too many injuries. Just talk to her, let her know that she isn’t alone.”
“Help is on the way, we won’t leave you, just hang in there,” the voice wavered as she spoke. They were the last words Carlee heard before the darkness came again.
Chapter Six
Hotels, with all their comforts, were a luxury Ryden didn’t experience often. His bed was usually a hard patch of ground with a bed roll and either bugs eating at him or the sweltering heat keeping him awake. He looked forward to a nice soft mattress to lie on and eagerly stripped down to crawl beneath the sheets.
Lying there, his thoughts went to Carlee. So much had gone wrong in a short amount of time. Three years, yes, but to his kind, three years were no more than a passing glance.
It had been just after he finished basic training and was about to be deployed, Ryden came home on leave, staying with Justin as he had done for the last few years. A few of the guys he’d become friends with, who also stayed with Justin from time to time, invited him out for drinks to celebrate the start of his new life.
Ryden saw her across the smoke-filled bar, her dark hair with its bright yellow streak catching his attention. He didn’t know her name, had never seen her in town before, but it was obvious from the way she carried herself as she