Page 144 of Psycho

No, it didn’t make sense.

And why the hell would they abduct me?

Why throw away their entire future for this slight?

Dylan wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him.

Josh laughed as I struggled.

He reached for my face and turned me toward him, leaning down as if to kiss me.

I head-butted him before he could.

He pulled away from me, cupping his nose.

I sneered when I felt Josh coming toward me, my hands coming out and scratching his face.

“Fuck!” he screamed, moving away from me.

“What’s going on back there?” Ricky said, swerving around in the road a bit.

“Grab her hand,” Josh said to Dylan.

He grabbed my hand with his blood-covered ones.

Gross.

Josh leaned up to the front for the bag on the passenger side.

I struggled against Dylan when I realized they were ropes, but it was no use. It was two of them against me, and they got the ropes on me before I could really do anything.

I glared at them.

Josh grasped my chin and turned me toward him. I glared at him and pulled away.

He pinched my thigh, and I let out a hiss of air in pain.

He grasped my chin once more. “Be good for the rest of the ride, or this will not go well for you.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying anything.

They luckily left me alone for the rest of the ride to wherever the fuck they were taking me.

About half an hour later, Ricky pulled up to an abandoned cornfield. I had never been here before, but I knew where we were.

It was the place high school kids came to get drunk and high and screw each other on the weekends.

We were in the middle of the day on a weekday, so the place looked exactly as it was supposed to look.

Abandoned and dead.

I closed my eyes when the car stopped completely.

Josh got out first and pulled me along with him.

It didn’t matter how much I struggled.

Josh wasn’t as big as Micah or even the men I saw fight in the Basement, but he was bigger than me, and there were three of them against me.

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