Run Poppy Run

Poppy I’d never given much thought to how I would die. Definitely not like this, stripped in my panties and bra dangling in a warehouse. So much for a drab life. I sobbed as the chains were yanked, pulling my arms upwards, almost yanking them out of their sockets. The warehouse was dark, like the time I saw my stalker for the first time. I closed my eyes as tears dripped down from my cheeks. I never knew that this man would flip my world upside down so easily. Within the span of months, I was introduced to things I never knew existed. My eyes snapped open when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching me. A weird language was being spoken as a six-foot tall man with light brown hair looked up at me. He grinned, flashing his canines as he licked his lips. He turned his head, snapping his fingers at the henchmen off to the right. “Spray her down. She needs to be cleaned before we sell her.” He demanded as someone walked out of the shadows with a hose. He raised it at me, turning it on and spraying my dangling body. I cried out from the stinging pain I felt as it hit all the bite marks around my body. These men defiled me in ways my stalker never would have. I heard a loud crashing noise that caused the henchman who was spraying me to stop. A man flew through the air, slamming with a sick thud onto the ground. I weakly tried to move my head in the direction he came from. Gunshots rang out as more of that language was spewed. Things were being tossed around like rag dolls as my vision slowly started to fade from the exhaustion and pain I was feeling. I don’t know what happened, but I was jolted awake by a falling sensation. My heart lunged in my chest as I felt the familiar cool hands of my stalker wrap around my thighs and back as he caught me. “Told ya mic roșu, I’m gunna ruin your life,” He grinned, leaning down, running his tongue over my neck.