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    My Captor- Chapter 27

    Story written on July 15, 2009 by smexysharmen.
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    I’m Right Here

    Shane got to the garage like Cherie had told her. She parked her bike at the side of the garage and placed her helmet on the handle bar. She opened up the seat to take out the gun Jenny had given her. She would’ve wanted her M9 semiautomatic pistol back that had were specially made for her. It had a nice smooth finish and a pair of menacing dragons painted on the sides, but it was nice enough of Jenny to get her another one. She took 2 extra magazines and stuffed them into her jacket pocket. Zipping the pockets up she got her switchblade and tucked it into her jean pocket. Shane walked over to the massive door. It was quiet. She pulled back on the hammer. The morning was so quiet. She could hear the barrel slide into place. The early rays of sun peaked over the concrete jungle. Shane looked into the sun and basked in the warm rays. All this took less than a minute, but it felt like forever. She didn’t know whether or not she’d be coming out alive and she’d like to cherish this morning like it was her last.

     

    Shane: I’m coming to get you Carmen, wait for me.

     

    The atmosphere inside the garage was tense. The 5 men hid well behind the wooden crates littered everywhere. Carmen sat there with tape over her mouth. She could feel Shane outside. She could feel her breathe. The comforting presence was coming closer, but she didn’t want it anymore. She wanted Shane to be far away from there as possible. Tears welled up as she tried to scream out. There was a click.

     

    Carmen’s thought: No!

     

    She shook her head. Her tears falling. She saw her valiant warrior open the huge doors. The sound of her steps resounded off the walls. The kidnappers raised their guns signaling to each other to stand down.

     

    Shane: Carmen. Carm!

     

    She had forgotten everything and ran towards Carmen with gun in hand. She knelt down in front of her and took off the piece of tape.

     

    Carmen: Run!

     

    Carlos: It’s too late to run.

     

    His gun pointed at Shane. She stared back. The five guys closed in. Carlos was the only one with a gun, the other had pipes in hand.

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    1. But Cherie was drunk, wasn’t she? Shane’s plan was to get her drunk then tire her out. But couldn’t she get her drunk then kick her ass? Well, what’s done is done. And now we have Carlos to worry about. I hope Shane kicks his ass. And how helpless Carmen must feel now that Shane has blindfolded her again. :(

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