Call It a Dare

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the pain in my leg and the chafing in my wrists. Then I remembered I got kidnapped. That’s right. Silently (not that I had a choice to be loud seeing as how I still had duct tape over my mouth), I stared at the crusting blood that had spilled out from my wrists and onto the tape. This has gotta be sanitary. Movement caught my eye, a girl across the room was checking out a door.

Room. Wait. How the Hell did I get here? I was in a concrete room I didn’t remember coming into, with girls I couldn’t remember getting picked up with. Was I picked up with them? Did I pass out in the van? A brunette girl I didn’t recognize was checking out the door across from me. There were two and judging by her interest in the one, the other one was the door we had come through.

Oh my fucking God I thought angrily. You can fucking walk and you’re picking the door you’re not familiar with? Obviously the other one is the way out. I rolled my eyes. This wasn’t happening. I shouldn’t be so mean. We’re stuck together in the same shitty, surreal situation and she’s just as scared as I am. Fuck, I wish I could have a cigarette. The girl poked her head in the door and promptly stepped back looking pale. What did she see? What was so special about that door?

Get your ass in gear I thought, hoping maybe my thoughts would reach her as she sat back down. You’re the only one who can use their legs. Get the fuck out of here and get help. My trying-to-send-mental-orders-to-Brownie-like-it’s-a-jedi-mind-trick technique was immediately dropped when men began pouring in. The only two I recognized were Louis and Michael.

“Aw, you’re awake”, Louis smiled at me. “You fell asleep some time after we got that.” He pointed a skeletal finger to Lily and I grew hot with hate. We’re people ass munch. You should know her name.

“Hush, Lou”, said a goofy looking blonde with a thick, sing song accent. It was Australian. “Ladies! We have a very special project for you!”

“We’ve decided”, began another guy. He had dark curls and a husky English voice. “That you’re going to…put on a little show.”

Show? Why not just buy tickets to see a show? “So we’re going to help you get dolled up for your performance”, nodded yet another guy. Dear God, where did they all come from. We were forced to stand and walk through this new door, well in some of our cases (like mine for example) hobble thanks to the tape. I’m sure this would’ve been really comical but in the current situation it was obnoxious and almost humiliating.

“Do you need help?” asked Louis softly, leaning into me as we went through the door. I saw what basically looked like the stage to a strip club and glared at him. He got the idea and left me alone. Most of the girls seemed disgusted or upset by the stage. I was admittedly fascinated. I’ve never been much of a dancer so I’ve always been amazed by how fluently strippers can move their bodies. Hopefully this wasn’t the performance they had in mind or else I’d be sure to disappoint them. We were brought into what was basically a dressing room. What the Hell kind of house is this? There were lit up mirrors and a rack of skimpy outfits and make up kits. I’m not some kind of circus animal. No way, no how. This isn’t happening. I’m not doing this. The guys forced us into chairs, I guess to cut the bindings on those of us who were still tied and rip off any tape on anyone’s mouth. Immediately, girls began wailing.

“What’s wrong with you?!”

“Why are we here?!”

“What the Hell do you plan on doing to us?!”

One of the men got mad and whipped out a gun. “Everyone, be quiet”, he snarled. “You’re going to do as you’re told and that’s that. Okay? There’s way worse we can do than pick you up off the streets. Now get changed and shut up.”

“And just why should we do that?” I demanded.

The guy smiled, a wicked smile as he stroked his little pencil thin chin strap. “Oi, you must be the fighter Mikey mentioned. Girl we can do worse than that nick on your leg.”

“Wow, you kidnapped a girl, sliced open her leg, and now you’re threatening her! You’re sooo bad-“

“Just shut the fuck up Blondie”, snarled Louis, smacking me hard across the face. “Everyone. Just shut. Do what we tell you. And we’ll be just fine.” He smiled as I brought a free hand to my cheek. I didn’t say anything else, after all I wasn’t in much condition to fight, let alone fight nine guys. Maybe they were serious after all. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t look for an opening. Oh no. No, no, no. I’d play along with this little game until I or somebody else saw a chance to escape.

They were playing with fire and I was going to bring the heat.

Notes

Sorry if it's funky /.\
-Godot