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(I would Like to thank ET for her wonderful editing and also Pennlady and Meg1 for reading and looking over this story. It's my longest one to date and I really need your feedback. Enjoy!)
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They threw her down onto the hard stone floor of the cell and slammed the steel door shut behind her. She couldn't catch her breath at first, and she was shaking uncontrollably. Moon light shone through a small barred window on one of the walls, giving her enough light to see. Pushing herself up from the floor, the girl sat back against the cold stone wall, taking in her surroundings as she tried to control her breathing. The cell was probably ten feet by ten feet in dimension. There was a toilet in the corner and a wooden bench, big enough lay down on, across from her. The ceiling must have been twenty feet high and there were heavy chains hanging from it in several places. It was very cold and damp, but relatively clean. Wiping the tears from her eyes, and blood from her mouth, Maureen Jones went over to the bench and curled up shivering in the cold darkness, clutching her tattered clothing around her.
Lying there, she tried to make sense of what had happened this night, replaying the events in her mind. She had been visiting her parents and was asleep in their guest room, when a large banging noise woke her up. She got out of bed slipped on a full length night gown and slippers and opened the bedroom door. That's when she heard the loud crash of the front door being knocked off of its hinges. She heard her mother scream and then she heard what sounded like gunshots. Maureen ran down the stairs and screamed as the foyer came into view. Her father was on his back unmoving. There were men in black ski masks with guns. One of them ran up the steps towards her. Maureen held out her hands to fend him off, but he was quickly beside her and produced, what Maureen could only assume was a stun gun. He held it against her neck and the next thing Maureen remembered was being pulled out of a van and being led into this stone building. Had they drugged her as well? She couldn't think straight and she was room was spinning.
Maureen had dozed off sometime in the night and was awoken by the sound of the steel door opening up. The light from beyond the door hurt her eyes. When they adjusted, she saw two men in ski masks bring in a small wooden tray of food and placing it on the floor beside the door. She sprung to her feet.
"What do you want from me?" she screamed. "Where are my parents? What happened to my father?"
One of the men turned and walked over to her calmly. Before Maureen had a chance to react he had produced a stun gun and zapped her in the neck again. She fell hard to the floor convulsing in painful spasms.
"You will not speak," the man that had stunned her said as he left the cell.
When her convulsions stopped and the pain subsided, Maureen lay on the floor crying. What did they want? Why was she here? When she was able, she crawled over to the food and ate hungrily. The sun was just now starting to rise and, Maureen figured that it must be close to six in the morning. When she had eaten Maureen went over to the bench and tried to sleep some more. There was nothing that she could do at this point except wait for an opportunity to get help.
Maureen never did fall back to sleep. About an hour later the door opened again and two men in ski masks entered and motioned for her to follow. She had no idea if they were the same two men or not.
"I'm coming. Hold on," Maureen muttered, straightening out her nightgown. Panicking, she realized that she had just spoken. Maybe they would let that slide? Not a chance. The both rushed over to her and a wave of pain washed over Maureen's body as she was shocked again. As she convulsed on the floor, the two men both grabbed handfuls of hair and dragged her out of the cell and down the hall way.
She was dragged into a small stone chamber with wooden benches lining the walls. There were two other girls sitting there silently. The masked men left the room the same way they came from, shutting the door firmly behind them. Maureen struggled to her knees, recovering the use of her muscles again. Her entire head was in pain from being dragged by her hair and tears were streaming down her face. She looked over at the two girls. They were both blonde and thin. They were in stark contrast to Maureen who had short dark hair and was very plump and busty.
"What's happening here?" Maureen whispered to them.
Neither girl answered, shaking their heads quickly. They sat there staring at Maureen.
"It's ok. They can't hear us. Please," Maureen pleaded with them to speak. Maybe they didn't understand her. Maureen crawled over to them. They both actually looked like they were in shock. She could certainly understand why. She wondered if they were sisters and considered this possibility very likely as she got a closer look at them.
"My name is Maureen," she said pointing at herself. The two girls sat there like mutes, faces expressionless. Frustrated, Maureen went over to a bench and sat down.
Just then the far door opened up and a large bearded man walked in. He was one of the largest men Maureen had ever seen. He must have been close to seven feet tall, but large and powerfully built like an ox. She was surprised that he wasn't wearing a ski mask like the others. Maybe he was the leader.
The Ox stood there for a moment sizing up Maureen and the two blond girls. He grunted and then walked over and grabbed both of the blonde girls by the arms and led them out of the room. The door closed tightly behind them and Maureen found herself alone again. There didn't seem to be anyway to escape yet. Maureen was a fighter and she vowed to get out of this place no matter what it took. Her bravado faded away as time wore on..
Maureen sat there in the chamber for hours until finally the far door opened again. The Ox opened the door and walked over grabbing Maureen's arm roughly, pulling her to her feet and out of the room. The door led down another long hallway with a smaller wooden door at the end. The large man opened it and led her through it. He shut it behind her and stood in front of it with his arms crossed. There was no going back.
The room they had entered had rough stone walls and was lined with many doors. The center was filled with more wooden benches tables. Some piled high with garments and shoes and others with bottles and jars. There was a lone woman in the midst of everything. She was red haired and petite, but looked just as mean as the large bearded man standing behind her. In fact, the way she carried herself as she walked over to them, left Maureen with no doubt that The Ox took his orders from this small woman. Maureen started to tremble in fear.
"A plump one, finally," the red haired woman said, eyes roaming over Maureen's body. "Take off that robe girl."
Maureen shook her head, and was rewarded with a hard slap to the face that made her see stars. That little woman was stronger than she looked.
"Please do not disobey me again. Disrobe now," the mean redhead demanded. There was ice in her eyes and voice. This woman would have no problem killing. Something about this woman scared Maureen more than anything else she had endured during her abduction.
Maureen slowly unbuttoned her nightgown and let it slip down around her ankles. Completely exposed to her captors, she stood there shivering, trying to cover her massive chest with her arms.
"Drop your arms girl and stand up straight," the red head commanded.
Maureen stood up straighter, dropping her arms down to her sides. The red head stepped close cupping each of Maureen's large breasts, squeezing and hefting them in her hands. Then she ran her fingers through Maureen's short hair. After looking Maureen over thoroughly, she stepped back.
