Chapter 5 - Tiffany
Tiffany lay huddled on the bed in the small room. Her hands were tied together, and so were her feet, making it impossible to move. She had no idea how long she had been here, but she figured it was just under a week. She wanted to go home, but had a feeling she’d never see home again.
She was taken from right outside her house. She had stepped outside for just a minute to get the mail, and she didn’t even have time to blink it happened so fast. Two men jumped out from the side of the house, and grabbed her. She fought, but they were strong. She was dragged to a van, and thrown in the back.
She knew she had been taken by bikers, because her brother was a biker. Preacher, as he liked to be called now, was the president of The Stone Knights. Preachers father had been a biker too, and when he cheated on his wife, she was born. Of course, his wife had let him stay, so her and her mother were forgotten.
But Preacher had never forgotten her. He was eight years older, and when he had found out about her, at their father’s funeral, he had been furious. He’d always wanted a sister, he’d told her. Her mother had hated her brother on sight deciding he was scum, like her father, but Preacher hadn’t cared. He had called, visited, and given her presents and money all the time. She had fallen in love with her older brother almost instantly, and they became close.
Because she had been taken by bikers, she knew it had something to do with her brother, but she didn’t blame him. His club was nothing but good, and she knew whatever reason he had, for doing whatever he had done, had been a good one. She just hoped her brother would deal okay with her death.
When they had first taken her and dumped her in this room, she had been unsure of what was happening. Then the president, Bull, had come in and started sprouting nonsense about blood for blood. He had raped her, and afterwards had wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed.
She felt for sure that she would die, but then he had looked at her strangely. Suddenly, his hands were gone, and he was walking away, shutting the door behind him. Her throat had been on fire, and since that night, still was. If she tried to talk or scream, it bled. She was extremely weak too, having little to no food since the choking. Her throat hurt so bad, that she couldn’t get down any of the food that was left for her. She had taken to just drinking water.
She also suffered bad headaches, but that was probably from him cutting off her oxygen for so long. Since then, he had come to sitting in the corner of her room for an hour or so each day, just watching her. It was creepy, and freaked her out. She had no idea why he did it, but he hadn’t touched her again, and she was grateful for that.
She still had on the dress she had been wearing at the time she was taken, and it was badly torn. She tried to keep herself covered, but it was hard. They hadn’t left her a blanket, and the room got cold at night.
She tried to fall asleep, but just as she was dozing off, the door opened. She glanced up as Bull walked in, then noticed a man following behind him. The man was taller than Bull, and built like a football player. His hair was dark, and shaggy, and fell to his shoulders. Then she looked into his eyes and got lost. She couldn’t look away, and she saw he was looking at her the same way.
Then Bull approached the bed, and her attention was pulled away from the new man. She cringed, as Bull ran his hand down her cheek. When she looked back at the other man, he was staring at her neck furiously. When he noticed her watching him, he masked his expression, then he winked at her.
She stared at him in confusion, then watched as the two men turned without a word and left the room, shutting the door behind them. She had no idea what had just happened.