The Lass We Found In London

I couldn't breathe through the burlap sack over my head. It was suffocating me. My arms were tied behind my back and my legs were tied at the ankles. They had forced me to my knees and left me here. I had no way of telling what time it was.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard the door open, then shut. Someone with a strong grip cut the rope on my ankles and forced me to my feet. They led me to a different part of the room, and forced me to sit in a chair. Someone took the sack off of my head and the room had one light, and was barely brighter than the sack that was over my head. In front of me, sat an older man. He looked about fifty years old and he had a gray comb-over. He glanced at me up and down, then he licked his lips. It was unnerving. I was alone in a room with a creep.

"You're a very pretty girl. Do ya know that, Lassie?" His Irish accent was very thick. After being in a vehicle for so long, I realize that I could be in any one place rather than just England.

"Where am I?" I asked. I probably wasn't in the States, considering the fact that I was on vacation in London.

"Why, Lassie. Ye have found yer way to Ireland. An' ye have the pleasure o' meeting the Brennan O'Connor. I am lookin' for a new mate." He leaned back in his chair and looked off at something behind me. "Wesley, put yerself into good use and find this Lass a new set o' clothes." I looked behind me and saw a tall man, with ocean blue eyes and full lips. He had high cheekbones and hair that laid perfectly on his head. Wesley nodded, but gave me a quick grin that made my heart flutter, before leaving the room. My cheeks were hot from blushing, so I looked at my lap to hide the redness.

"So might I know yer name? I told ye mine." He asked hopefully.

"No. You don't need to know my name." I said, annoyed. I just wanted to go home.

Brennan got up from his seat and walked towards the door. I felt relieved that he was leaving. But then, I heard a click and realized that he was only locking the door. My heart sank.

"Now, Lassie. Friends know everything about each other. Tell me your name, or I will learn about you another way." He threatened. He was so short that it was hard to be scared of him. But he was still a creepy old man.

"We are not friends." I said with venom in my voice. I glared at Brennan and he smiled evilly.

"Oh. So ye want to do it the hard way, eh?" He walked toward me and put a hand on my shoulder. He turned my chair to face him. I looked away from him. He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at him. His eyes were an ugly gray color, and they were sunken in.

"Ye have lovely violet eyes, Lassie. So innocent. What a shame." He glanced down at my lips, then back up to my eyes. He leaned in so close to me, that I could smell the stank of his breath.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Brennan grunted and released my jaw. He unlocked the door and let in Wesley. I looked at Wesley, and for a second, our eyes locked. He glanced at me in sympathy and continued over to me.

"Here are some clothes, Miss." He said. He didn't have an Irish accent, but he did have a very proper English accent. "We are going to leave you to get dressed." He grabbed Brennan by the wrist, and led him out the door. I sighed in relief, but then I realized that I was still tied to the chair. So I tilted my head back and made a noise of frustration.

A few minutes later, Wesley and Brennan came back in and looked at me in confusion.

"I can't get dressed without my hands." I stuck my head out like a turtle and Brennan began to walk towards me. Since my ankles weren't strapped down, I scooted myself backwards and away from Brennan.

"Not you. Don't come near me, you perverted creep." I said. He tilted his head and furrowed his brow.

"Well, then I guess ye don't get to enjoy fresh clean clothes then." He said. He backed up and stood near the door.

"I'll do it, Miss." Wesley said. He walked over to me and flipped open a pocked knife. He slipped behind me and cut the rope. I jumped up from the chair and threw my arms around him. He seemed surprised that I was hugging him.

"Thank you, Wesley!" I whispered in his ear. He accepted the embrace and hugged me back.

"You're welcome, Miss."

"It's Kaleida. Call me Kali." I said, in a whisper only he could hear.

"Only If you call me Wes." He released from the hug and grabbed my hand. He gave it a quick squeeze before letting go and walking toward the door. Brennan was red with anger. He glared at me before slamming the door shut.

I put on the black, long-sleeved shirt first. It was too long for my short arms, but It was fine because I could just roll up the sleeves. Then I put on the jeans. They fit fine, although they were very short. I then put on the crew socks that Wesley had provided. Lastly, I put on the black Nike tennis shoes. I was all dressed so I sat back down in the chair that was provided to me.

I looked around the dull gray room. The only furniture that was there was the two chairs and a table. There was no decor, and no windows. It was kind of creepy. I don't think that I ever want to come back to Ireland after I get home. If I ever get home again.

I sit in the chair for a moment, pondering my past hour, when the light shut off. I didn't see the door open, but someone else was in the room. They put the bag back over my head, and tied my arms before I could escape their grasp. I felt a poke in my arm, then a few seconds later, I only saw the darkness of sleep.

To Be Continued...