Thank God we stopped when we did. I didn't know how long I could take that. I could hear music bumping from inside the house. Great there was a party. Just my luck. Maybe they'll drop me and I can escape after they leave me. They dragged me to the back of the house. At least they weren't going to parade me. The music got real loud as we entered the house. There were loud giggles from girls and laughter from some guys. The party seemed to be going well. The four thieves were dropping me here and there and laughing each time they did. The music hid my groans. By the time they reached the basement I was ready to pass out. Nasha plopped me on the stairs and I sighed. “Aww no morf noise from the dummy.” “I guess we broke it,“ laughed Mindy. “Oh well.” Then she kicked at my back and fell forward down the steps. I didn't even have time to scream. There weren't a lot of steps bu they still made me regret breathing. I couldn't even move. I was still tied up and I was now aching all over. I tried to yell but the duct tape was on tight. Damn those girls. No one would know I was here. I would be here all night. I tried to wiggle but it was no use. It felt like an eternity of panic. What do I do now? I could hear the music change and the muffle sounds of people. I sighed and just played there.
The music stopped for a quick second and I was just a bit hopeful but then it kept playing followed by hollers and laughter. Fuck my life right now. The basement door opened and I got real still. “I'm going to get some ice. That Joe boy took a lot out of me!” It was Ms. Smith!. Not again. She bounded down the steps and accidentally stepped on me. She yelled loudly as I bit my lip. “Dammit! Those girls will kill me one day.” She stomped back up the stairs. She came back with someone. “Oh it can't be that bad,” said a deep female voice. It was Coach Mattis. She was 6 ft of pure woman. She was brunette and strong. She was in a red v-neck, jeans and sneakers. The coach was tough and has the muscle and abs to prove it. “Just get it out of here please,” pleaded Ms. Smith. “You're lucky I got a thing for you Clare.” My sack twitched at the thought of them together. But this wasn't the time. “Oh really? Well you get that out of here and there'll be a reward in it for you.” The coach chuckled. “There better be.” Coach Mattis kicked me in the ribs. “This one is firm. I can put it to good use. Don't worry I'll get it out of here for you.” “Thank God!” The coach lifted me up and I pretended to be dead weight. “Jeez you're heavy.” She put me up against a wall. “Let's see how useful you are.” All of a sudden she knees me in the stomach hard. The pain is too much but I can't make a sound due to the duct tape. Before I hit the ground She cracks me at the back of my head and then there is just black.
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