The Hero
She could feel his breath on her neck. His hands grasped her throat tightly as she eagerly tried to squirm away from him. She could feel the cold hard concrete scraped every inch of her body the more she tried to escape.
“That’s it, squirm for me baby. Just make the fight all the more fun for me.”
The sound of his voice even screamed this man was a heartless piece of shit.
“Stop touching me you fat ass creeper!”
Keela spat in her abductors face.
Sliding his hand up her small frame he laughed. He proceeded to slide under the torn cloth that was her shirt.
“Just a little fun before the boss gets in, I am sure he won’t mind.”
Keela desperately tried to wiggle away, but the rope around her wrists and ankles made it impossible. Groping her breasts and sliding his snake of a tongue up her neck, she shook her head. Gagging at the nasty wetness he was trailing along her. She knew she didn’t have a chance but she wasn’t giving him what he wanted without a fight. Throwing her head forward with as much force as she could, she head butted the large man on top of her, busting his nose.
“YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!”
Covering his nose, blood trickled down his neck. Drawing his hand back he stepped towards her.
“I’LL SHOW YOU!”
Keela squinted her eyes trying to avoid seeing the blow that was inevitably coming.
“DREGGAR! STOP RIGHT FUCKING THERE!”
A loud voice boomed and echoed threw the damp basement like room.
Keela opened her eyes and a large man stood in the doorway. Stubble’s along his face, tall, broad chest that stretched his black T-shirt, defining every muscle his chest and back had, and his faded black hair with spiked bangs.
She also couldn’t help but notice all the tattoos, she thought ‘
of course someone kidnapping me would be covered in tats sporting the bad ass look. What the hell is that?
’
She noticed a scar on his right cheek and another on his lip, damn he even has one in his eyebrow. This guy had obviously been through some shit.
“Dreggar you nasty ass, you know your not suppose to touch them you idiot! This one was supposed to be clean, healthy. Maybe I should teach you a fucking lesson!”
He inched towards Dreggar and the man coward into a corner holding his hands up.
“No Deacon, I learned my lesson! I won’t touch them again! Please don’t kill me!”
Deacon smiled as he stood in front of the worthless coward. Both of his hands behind his back, Keela noticed something in his hand. ‘
Is that a kni-
’
Before she could finish her thought, Deacon threw his arm around making contact with Dreggar’s stomach. Repeatedly stabbing him as the man screamed and gargled blood. The scene that unfolded right before her eyes, the squishing sound that it made repeatedly with each strike, horrified her. Keela couldn’t turn her head away. She was frozen in pure fear. Deacon stood up after taking something out of Dreggar’s pocket. Turning around she could see he had a phone in his hand, looking at something. His face snarled up as he let out a disgusted groan. Pictures of him raping women, touching them, hurting them.
“Sick bastard...” He set the phone on a metal table. “Now, to attend more important matters. Keela, I am Deacon. I am here to save you.”
Giving him a confused look, she replied “Yea and I am the fucking Easter bunny! That piece of shit knows you! And I heard you say ‘you know you’re not suppose to touch them’. You could’ve fooled the hell out of me asshole.”
Keela could have swore she seen a grin starting on Deacons face, “You think this is fucking funny?!? What the hell is wrong with you?!?”
Deacon reached behind her with the bloody knife. She flinched, “Hold still. I’m just trying to cut the ropes. And to answer your question, I think your response was funny. Not the situation, anything involving The Chaos Crew is anything but funny.”
Keela let him proceed to cutting the ropes. Deacon couldn’t help but notice how beaten up she was. Her long legs had scrapes and bruises all the way up to her shredded black skirt, what was left of her button up shirt was barley enough to hide her breasts, her dark deep purple hair was matted with blood in it, and her face....even bruised and cut up was still beautiful. Her bright blue eyes that seemed to glow made him question how anyone could harm someone so beautiful. But that is what these guys looked for. The Chaos Crew was the most deadly group in this place, a place called Black Swash.
‘
What was a girl like her doing here anyway?
’ Deacon wandered.
Questions he would soon ask her as soon as he made sure she was safe, safe and far away from this shit hole. Keela followed Deacon to a beautiful Triumph Tiger 800. She knew a little about bikes because her big brother use to work on them all the time. When she was younger she use to stand by him handing him tools whenever he needed them. That’s what she had been doing for 3 years now. Trying to find her big brother. He had went missing on her 16th birthday. He claimed to be going out of town to get her birthday present and never showed up. She recalls hearing her mothers screaming the night they found his bike. It was covered in blood but they couldn’t find any trace of him. Snapping back into reality Keela stopped in her tracks, Deacon noticed her hesitation.
“Something wrong? Don’t like bikes?” He smirked. “Don’t worry babe. I won’t hurt you.”
Keela pondered whether or not to go with him, hell he had already saved her so she knew he wouldn’t put her right back into a deadly situation. It was this or walk, and given she didn’t know where she was Deacon was the safest option.
“No I love bikes, I just....Let’s just go.”
Before getting on the bike, Deacon pulled a black leather jacket off the seat.
Wrapping it around her he explained, “It’s not much, but when we get to my place I will give you something better and we can get you cleaned up.”
Keela was grateful for anything right now. Hell there’s was practically nothing covering her most private areas. The cold night air swished her hair around the helmet. Gripping tight to Deacons firm waist she closed her eyes soaking in the feeling. The rumbling of the bike, the cool crisp air, the sound of the motor. Visions of her first time riding a motorcycle came flooding into her mind.
