Page 29 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
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Something stirsin the dark and my eyes fly open. I suck in a lungful of air, realizing I'm not at the Blood Mafia building and I'm safe.
Then the darkness shifts as multiple figures swarm toward me. I open my mouth to scream, but someone stuffs something into it, silencing my cries for help.
This is it, they've found me.
So much for the pendant working.
Someone ties my flailing legs together. My nails gouge into one of the people and their answering grunt fills my ears as they wrench my hands behind my back and zip tie them.
I yell again, but the sound is muffled.
I thrash around when someone lifts me and they drop me back onto the bed, throwing an elbow into my stomach to make a point. I spit out whatever they shoved in my mouth when air whooshes out of me.
"Help." The word comes out weak and soft. My body is too focused on recovering the lost oxygen to amplify the sound. I open my mouth to try again, only to have a gag inserted. When they tie it at the back of my head, some of my hair is pulled into it and tears spring into my eyes.
What the fuck is happening?
They shove a dark sack over my head before I can figure out how many people there are. I don't feel a swell of recognition or the usual thumping of my heart when the vampires are near.
Maybe the darkness and surprise are clouding my normal reaction.
This time when they lift me, two people do it. One grips underneath my armpits, their fingers digging painfully into my skin while the other holds my bound feet. I jerk my body into a ball and they curse.
Two men. Two voices I don't recognize as vampires.
One is familiar, though.
Daniel.
What the hell is he doing?
I buck again, making them stumble once more. The fingers at my sides start to slip.
I'm going to fall.
I don't care. These fuckers aren't taking me without a fight.
"Hit her again," Daniel tells someone.
"Daniel—"
"Do what I said now or Gerry is going to hear about this."
So the boss man is in on this, huh? I wonder if Maria knows.
I start working my body into a violent thrash, trying my damndest to get out of their hold. Then someone slams a fist into my stomach.
I choke on the pain and saliva bursts from my mouth, wetting the gag. Motherfucker that hurt. Whoever hit me pulled the punch, though. If they'd hit me at full supe strength I'd have been in a lot worse shape.
"Again."
There's a pause at Daniel's command, like whoever he's talking to doesn't want to hurt me. Then I hear his fist coming toward me. I brace my abs, but it doesn't help. This time the hit is harder. Still not at full strength, but hard enough I feel the threat of the power.
I scream and whimper in pain. I want nothing more than to curl into a ball and clutch my stomach. The way they're carrying me won't allow for that.
"Try moving again, Demi."
