The stretching creak of the ropes sounded with each movement as Cassidy swayed slightly with her hands tied to a beam above; the hum of a generator caused Cassidy to wake to a throbbing head and peered around the dimly lit tool shed through a swollen left eye. The bare light bulb illuminating her surroundings; a work table resided in front of her along with a wooden rocking chair, to her right a makeshift door leaking the cool night air. The sound of dirt kicked by heavy boots approached, her heart began to race and attempted to slip out of her restraints without any luck. The door made of poorly attached wooden boards opened slowly and two men entered; the first emerged in a dirty grey t-shirt with loose fitting jeans then the second, tall with dirty denim overalls and a red short-sleeve plaid button up.

“Beau, you stay out here and keep watch,” spoke the first with a thick southern accent.

“Damn it, Luke,” the first exclaimed moving to Cassidy and lifted her head with his rough dirty hands, “She doesn’t look as pretty with a swollen eye.”

“Sorry Daniel,” Luke replied apologetically as he took his own look, “I didn’t want her to put up a fight.”

Daniel clicked his tongue and shook his head then proceeded to lightly stroke her cheek; Cassidy yanked her face from his hand defiantly.

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“Oooh, we got a feisty one,” Daniel announced gleefully with an evil smile and shared a laugh with Luke.

Daniel moved in to steal a kiss, his lips came close only to be met with Cassidy’s teeth latching on to his lower lip like a piranha causing him to jump back.

“You bitch!” he howled as his hand covering his mouth while a small trail of blood ran down his chin; he then delivered a punch to her face, which twisted away quickly from the force accompanied by a small trail of blood from her busted lip.

“That’s okay darlin’,” he said drawing closer, positioning his bloody mouth next to her ear, “I like a little fight in my woman.”

Daniel pulled away from her ear looking in her face once more with that evil smile, met with Cassidy’s bloody spit in his face. Removing a dirty bandana from his left back pocket he wiped Cassidy’s spit from his face along with a small amount of his own blood. His evil grin widening as he moved passed her, out of her sight and the pressure of two large hands stretching across her buttocks and grasp it. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as the hands slid further up to her waist and around to the buckle of her belt; Daniel’s hands gripped the waistband of her jeans and processed to roughly pull them to her knees.

“Those are cute,” Daniel stated peevishly as he admired her Pink grey underwear and ran his rough hand along the length of her pale thigh.

As a single tear rolled down her cheek, Cassidy’s gaze watched as Luke’s face shifted into an evil smile.

Don’t scream, she thought to herself as Daniel’s hands pulled her panties down to join her jeans then gripped her hips…