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Roadside --
Part 4
by Cynthia Piromalli
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The 'cop' stood there stunned for a moment as he stared at the woman's genuine badge, not knowing what to do. He had known that there might be a chance of this happening, and of what he might do if he was caught. But now that it was actually happening, he froze, all of his plans lost from his mind. He stared at her blankly as she stepped out of the car and moved behind him. Her voice telling him his rights was just a blur in his ears. He came to as he heard one handcuff snap into place.
Raising his free elbow, he struck the woman squarely in the jaw. She shrieked and stumbled back, just maintaining her balance. Her hand clasped her chin, blood dripping through her fingers. She looked up and saw him coming at her, held her arms up in front of her to bloc him, but he grabbed her quickly by the shoulders and headbutted her, knocking her to the ground. She saw black spots in front of her eyes, the ground spinning around her.
He lifted her up roughly by the back of her shirt, dragged her into his car and threw her onto the back seat. She wanted to slip into the unconsciousness that beckoned to her, but fought to keep awake. She struggled to sit upright, to look out the windows and see around her to where he was taking her, but her head ached and forced her to stay down.
The car sped fast for nearly half an hour before it stopped abruptly. She wanted to throw up, her head pounded and she blinked her eyes continuously to try and focus and clear her head.
In the same barbaric fashion as he had put her in, he dragged her out of the car and around the back of an unkempt fibro house. He slammed her down on the ground and fumbled with the latch of a cellar door, then picked her up again and hurled her in, letting her tumble roughly down a small set of stairs onto the concrete floor below.
Then darkness as the door closed behind her.
The only signs of life were a faint rasping sound. Whoever it came from, they sounded pathetic, near dead. Kathy groped in the dark, crawling on all fours towards the noise. She was suddenly startled by a cold, limp hand on her arm trying in vain to pull her closer. Kathy moved closer and heard the quiet pleading of a woman numb with pain.
"Dear god, please help me."
© Cynthia M. Piromalli 2002
©2002 StoriesByEmail.com
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