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Allison Massie opened her eyes to the sound of low voices. She was quiet and still as a mouse as she focused on the words of her captors. Her head thudded dangerously, as her brain vibrated in her head. Her mouth was cotton, and her throat so dry she could hardly swallow.
“I’m gonna meet up with someone soon and get the others here in a few hours,” a heavily accented male voice announced. “I have to travel part-way to Virginia Beach to pick them up.” He stared down at Allison and admired her beauty. Her blond hair, covered in straw was beautiful and she looked like a princess. “Be sure this one is okay. She’s a prize.”
“You’re traveling in this weather?” a voice asked. Allison couldn’t identify whether it was a man or woman. It was just a voice.
“Yeah, but it won’t be bad once I get to the interstate. It never snows on the coast where I’m headed,” the accented voice said.
Allison could feel movement as the man moved closer and stood directly over her. She closed her eyes in pretend sleep and tried to suppress the shiver that raced over her body. Her ears strained to hear the other voice. She thought one of them sounded Russian.
“She’ll be okay. No one knows where we are. I’ve gotta get outta here for a while. Got to make an appearance, you know. Keep everybody’s suspicions down.”
The man with the accent grunted and laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I know. What a game. How about medicine for this one?” he gestured as he kicked Allison’s knee sharply. “Do you have insulin? I hear she has diabetes. She needs to be beautiful and in top form later.”
A sharp, piercing pain flew up Allison leg to her groin and settled into her intestines. She moved slightly, unable to ignore the discomfort.
“Looks like she’s waking up some, don’t it?” the man observed. It was the man with the snake tattoo on his hand. He still had on blue scrubs. Her abductor. Allison could see the tattoo through her half-closed eyes. “That’s good. She’s been out of it for hours.” The man appeared satisfied.
Hours, how long have I been here? Why hasn’t someone found me? Fear raced through the young woman as she tried to piece together what had happened to her.
“Looks like her eyes are twitchin’. Maybe she’s awake and playing cat and mouse with us,” the accented voice muttered angrily. The man kicked her sharply again, this time near her kidneys. Allison’s blue eyes popped open with pain.
“Ah ha, you’re right,” the man said with a short laugh. It was the man with the tattoo. “No worry, we’ll fix her right up.” He reached in his shoulder bag for a syringe.
Allison looked at him. He had on scrubs, like someone would wear in the operating room. The man jerked her face to the left, and pressed the side of her face to the cold ground. “Don’t look at me,” he ordered as he injected her in her right arm. “This will make you sleep,” he said harshly.
“Yeah, shut the bitch up. She’s seen enough already,” the accented voice said angrily. He glared at the man next to him and grabbed him by the shoulder. “I thought you were better at this. You should’ve known she was half awake,” he ranted as he shot him a murderous look.
The tattooed man grabbed the Russian’s hand and slung it away from his shoulder. “Don’t you touch me, don’t you ever touch me again,” he threatened, a look of revulsion and hatred on his face. “If you do, you’ll be sorry,” he said quietly through half-veiled eyes.
The big Russian stared into eyes that glinted like steel. “Just take care of her; I’m getting out of here.”
Allison, semi-conscious from the insulin strained to listen to the men. She felt fear pulse through her body.
The man knelt next to Allison and injected her again with the same syringe. Allison watched the needle slide into her thigh. She was helpless.
“And don’t you screw any of this up,” the Russian threatened on the way out. “If you do, no one will help you. Remember, you work for me, get it?”
The man said nothing but watched Allison’s pupils dilate and close. Then he got up, brushed off his clothes and left.
Allison’s eyes followed him as he left the barn, then she lost consciousness.