Page 13 of Pushed Through The Dark
I wiggled my toes in the dirt, letting the blades tickle between each one. The grass was damp, coated in dewdrops, but it felt incredible. The simplicity of grass under your feet was something most wouldn't really take the time to think about, but I finally appreciated those little moments.
The ones that were so normal, so free for anyone to do, that you don't ever think you'd miss them if they were gone. But you can't miss something until it's stripped from you, and you're left bare and naked with nothing to your name.
"I don't need you to tell me it does," he said as his fingers teased the blindfold. I felt him pluck the bow, tightening the knot. "Now run."
Did I hear him right? Did he really just tell me to run?
Tilting my head, I still wouldn't speak. This could all be some type of test, you just never knew with Virgo. I couldn't trust this man. I couldn't trust anyone in this place.
He's not serious, he's testing me.
Planting my feet in the dirt, I dug my toes in. This man was lying, he had to be. There was probably a man on the top of the building, ready to take me out with one well-placed shot. No one just walked away from this place. Not ever.
Picking up a thick lock of my hair, he twirled it around his finger until it was a tight cyclone against my scalp. Slowly, he let the curl unwind, and bounce off my shoulder.
"You're mine now, I bought you. You have to do as I say, and I said—run,"he demanded, lowering his face to mine, and growling the word into my ear.
Wriggling my toes, my knees bent and my arms lowered to my side ready to go, but still, I didn't move.
"Run!" he yelled into my ear, scaring my body into flight mode.
I ran.
I ran through the wet grass, sliding on mud and slick patches. I ran not knowing which direction the trees were, and what the hell this game was he was playing.
Lions love to chase their dinner.
A robust laugh exploded from his mouth as my feet pounded the ground and my heart pounded inside my chest.
"Run little minx, run!" His laugh echoed through the forest, making it sound like the trees were laughing with him.
Tearing the blindfold off, I threw it to the ground. Glancing back over my shoulder, Koa was standing there with his arms folded across his chest, and a huge grin on his face.
My heels sank deeper into the ground, legs slamming fiercely as I used every ounce of strength I had to move as fast as I could. The oxygen I had so badly craved and wanted more of was now burning like fire in my chest.
The woods were getting closer and closer, but his laugh still bellowed full and loud. I kept looking back over my shoulder, expecting him to be running after me. But Koa hadn't moved. He was still holding the outside of his arms, his smile full and playful.
What the hell is this? What is he doing?
Hitting the treeline, I knew I couldn't stop, I needed to keep going. I had to get deeper, and further away to give myself any chance to hide. Taking one last look over my shoulder, Koa's eyes were squinting as he tried to see me between the trees.
Whoosh
Out of nowhere, I'm ripped off my feet. Someone was holding me from behind, lifting me high off the ground. I was dangling in the air, stunned and confused, with thick arms wrapped around my body.
No! It can't be! He's still back there, he couldn't have made it to me.
"Where do you think you're going?" a man's voice I didn't recognize asked as he started laughing. "Got her!" he called out loudly as he adjusted his arms tighter around my body.
My heart dropped into my stomach and tears started to bubble over my eyes.
I never had a chance to begin with. Koa wasn't giving me one.
I'm just his fucking toy.
