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| Chapter Three | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Luke half-dragged a protesting Trixie up the stairs, with Lefty and Honey following right behind them. Luke forced Trixie into the first bedroom he came to. He slung her by the arm onto the bed and firmly shut the door behind him. It took Trixie's mind a minute to register that they were in Jim's bedroom. Across the hall, Trixie faintly heard another door being shut. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Don't panic, Honey, don't panic, Trixie thought, at the same trying to keep herself from panicking. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Luke climbed on top of Trixie, effectively ending most of her struggle. He was pleasantly surprised when Trixie seemed to quit fighting and went limp underneath him as if resigned to her fate. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Haha, finally learned that it don't do any good to argue, huh?" sneered Luke. He didn't even bother unbuttoning her shirt, he simply grabbed the material and pulled, causing buttons to pop off of the green fabric and land on Jim's lush blue carpet. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| With a satisfied grunt, Luke finally succeeded in removing the offensive piece of clothing. With two quick jerks, he ripped the strings of Trixie's blue bikini top. Trixie lay there, paralyzed as he slobbered over her. When Luke started to slide his hand down the front of Trixie's blue denim cutoffs, her senses kicked back in. Catching Luke by surprise, she used every once of strength in her small body to shove her knee hard into Luke's crotch. With a high-pitched, girly scream, Luke rolled off Trixie, both hands clamped tight over the site of impact. He fell off the bed and lay groaning on the floor. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| While Luke lay on the floor, moaning in pain, Trixie quickly scrambled off of the bed and grabbed a t-shirt of Jim's that had been lying in a laundry basket and pulled it on as she went for the door. As she quickly opened the door, Trixie heard a scream nearly identical to Luke's and a smile barely graced her lips. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Way to go, Honey! Seems that we were thinking alike again! thought Trixie. As she started out the door, Trixie caught Honey's scared face staring at her from the other side of the hallway. Just then, there was a shot fired from behind Trixie. A bullet zinged by her head, missing her by inches and sending splinters from the doorframe. With a scream, Trixie pushed Honey towards the little-used servants staircase. "Go!" she yelled as she started towards the main staircase. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| With effort, Luke staggered to his feet and met Greasy in the hallway, the gun still smoking in his hand. Not seeing either girl, they turned and looked at each other. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| "CRAP!" said Luke furiously as he scanned the hallway. "Where the hell did they go?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Don't look at me!" whined Greasy. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Luke opened his mouth to say something else, but just then they heard the patter of small feet pelting down the main staircase. Abandoning their argument, they quickly went after the sounds. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trixie knew that she didn't have a hope escaping the two thugs, but her distraction did do what she hoped it would. Honey's longer legs carried her fast, and when Trixie was almost at the bottom of the staircase she heard the faint sound of the kitchen door slamming closed. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Another bullet whizzed past Trixie as she took the turn in the staircase at such a high speed that she tripped on her flapping shoelaces and fell the final ten steps to the bottom. Luke and Greasy caught up with her in short order. Roughly, they grabbed her arms and hauled her up. Trixie couldn't breathe as pain squeezed her lungs with sharp, burning force. She was barely aware that her left ankle would no longer support her, but didn't matter since she was being dragged anyway. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| The men propelled her into the living room and slung her onto the couch beside Dan. Trixie let out a breathless wheeze of pain. Luke stood there glaring angrily at her, then all of sudden punched her hard in the face. He raised his hand back to punch her again, then paused for a moment. Instead, he hauled her up again and started pushing her towards the door. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Bring the others!" was all that he shouted to his henchmen as he angrily wrenched the heavy front door open and forced Trixie outside. He took her over to the pick-up truck, then roughly picked her up and threw her into the back. When Diana, Dan and Regan out of the house, their mouths and hands were already tied with duct tape. After Greasy forced them into the back of the truck at gun point, Lefty deftly bound their legs as well. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| "That should hold them. Let's go," ordered Luke, "I'm driving." | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trixie was afraid to move. She remained still, lying on her back, staring into the tops of trees and the blue, sunny sky. Only a little while ago everything had seemed so peaceful and normal, but now... | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| What's going to happen to us?Oh, Honey, I'm glad you got away! Her ribs burned and breathing was an effort. Over the pounding of her heart she could hear the ragged, frightened breathing of her companions. The truck jiggled on its springs as the three men climbed into the front cab. The engine started and with a squeal of tires and a lurch that sent her painfully crashing into Diana, the truck started down the driveway. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trixie had no idea how long they traveled. It was all she could do to stay conscious as she and her friends bounced like so much popcorn in the back of the speeding vehicle. It seemed like Luke was deliberately hitting every bump in the road. She could hear them laughing through the window that separated the passenger cab from the truck bed. Then, suddenly, there was an shift of gears and a hard lurch that again forced the captives into a painful collision with each other and the hard metal sides of the truck. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Here we are kiddies!" Luke cackled. "Last stop!!! I hope you like water, because you're about to take one long-ass swim!!!" With that last remark, he and Greasy dragged the prisoners one at a time into the cab of the truck, packing them in as close as sardines in a can. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Luke saved Trixie for last. Through the glaze of pain that fogged her vision, she managed to get a quick glimpse of her surroundings. They were parked at the very edge of a cliff. The Hudson River loomed down below them, peaceful looking at the moment, but Trixie knew better than others the dangers of the tranquil-looking river. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Have fun!" exclaimed Luke gleefully as he released the parking break in the truck. He slammed the door shut. Demented laughter bubbling from his lips, he strode to the back of the pickup where Greasy was already waiting. Each man put his hands against the tail gate and gave a mighty shove. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| The small truck sailed over the edge of the cliff. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Go on to Chapter Four | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Author's Notes | Return to Misc. Story Index | |||||||||||||||||||||