4. Marlowe

Chapter 4

Marlowe

T his cannot be happening. Oh, my fucking God! I must be dreaming, right? This isn’t real. They aren’t real.

“Gimme dem wrists, chére. I need ta tie you up real good so you don’t run away now.” One of the masked men says.

I can hear my family screaming as they run into the woods where the other man gets ready to chase after them. “Please,” I choke out the words, my throat so dry. “Please don’t hurt them. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let them go.” Then the man ties my wrists together. There is no slack and the scratchy rope digs into my skin, and the more I try to maneuver them, the more it burns.

“You is so pretty when you beggin’,” he murmurs, his hand reaching out to stroke my face. “You gon be beggin’ for someting else later, dat’s for sure.”

My fight or flight decides it’s time to kick in and I raise my arms above my head as he moves down to tie my feet together. With all my strength, I bring them down, hitting him over the head.

“Got dammit, you little cunt.” He growls as he pushes me back onto the ground, hovers over me and he gets in my face. “You better stop before I hog-tie you and fuck you right here, instead of back at home in a nice big bed.”

I freeze.

He pulls a cloth out of his pocket, takes out a bottle, and pours the liquid all over it. “Now breathe in nice and deep. I’m not gonna let you watch us murder your family. You gonna sleep real good now, ya hear?”

His hand covers my mouth and nose with the cloth and I try not to breathe it in. I fight him, swinging my body back and forth on the ground.

My head feels heavy, my sight loses focus and everything becomes a blur. The darkness fades in.

“Good girl,” are the last words I hear before I pass out.