A loud thudding on the door made Andy jump.
“Fuck,” Andy muttered under his breath. His glance darted nervously around the room. “Hide her,” he snapped, pointing to me.
Hannah rolled her eyes. “She’s too heavy,” she said. “I wouldn’t be able to carry her and the chair by myself!”
“Open the goddamned door!”
The sound of Thomas’s voice filled me with hope. Oh my god, I thought. Somehow, he found me. He’s coming here to save me! I’m going to be fine!
“No,” Andy said nervously. He leaned against the door, his thin frame straining to keep it closed as Thomas beat on the other side.
“Move,” Hannah snapped. She walked over to me and snapped my fingers.
“I can’t,” I whispered hoarsely. My throat was still burning from the wine.
Hannah glared at me, as if she’d somehow forgotten that I was trussed to the chair.
“Open the fucking door!” Thomas screamed.
Andy had his back to the door. His feet were sliding along the floor as he desperately attempted to keep it bolted and shut. But his weak muscles were no match for Thomas’s strong body, and the door popped open. Thomas burst inside. His silvery hair was a wild mess of tangles and his face was bright red with anger.
“Thomas!” I screamed. “Help me, they’ve got me tied!”
Thomas pulled a gun from his waistband and pointed it at Andy. “Untie her,” he said in a low voice.
Andy began to move and Thomas pushed the gun closer. “I wasn’t talking to you, fuckface,” Thomas growled to Andy. “I was talking to Hannah.”
Hannah sniffed. “I don’t know why you’re angry at me,” she said. “I didn’t have anything to do with this.”
“I’m not taking the gun away from this fuck,” Thomas growled. “But Hannah, I swear to god. If you don’t move and untie June right now, it’ll be the last thing you never do.”
Hannah’s face paled and finally she stepped towards me with a pair of scissors. Hannah twisted the chair around and squatted behind me, slicing the plastic ties from my wrists. I yelped in pain as the scissors grazed my delicate wrists, but I knew deep down that it was nothing compared to the pain I would have endured if Thomas hadn’t shown up to save me.
“Fucking cunt,” Hannah snarled. She untied my ankles and I sagged, sliding off the pain and colliding painfully hard with the wooden floor.
“June, get behind me,” Thomas ordered.
Whimpering in pain, I crawled across the floor and flung myself in a corner of the room.
“You ruin everything,” Andy hissed to Thomas. “It’s not fucking fair. I had her first!”
Thomas narrowed his eyes and laughed dryly. “No, you didn’t,” he said. “You don’t know the first thing about June.”
“I’ve had a crush on her for a year!” Andy roared. “And just as she was starting to show some interest, you had to show up and ruin everything, you fucking bastard!”
Thomas shook his head and snorted. “You really are pathetic,” he said. “It’s pretty fucking sad how you went apeshit because June here didn’t want anything to do with you.” He pushed the barrel of the gun against Andy’s chest.
Andy let out a yelp of fear. “Don’t hurt me,” he said. “I didn’t do anything to her, I swear!”
Without turning away from Andy, Thomas asked: “June, is that true?”
Hannah glared at me but I licked my lips and spoke anyway. “No,” I said in a soft, shaky voice. “Andy and Hannah paid two men to kidnap me off the street and drug me. When I woke up, I was here, tied to the chair.”
“Oh, you sorry bastard,” Thomas said. “You’re so pathetic you had to hire someone to kidnap June?”
Andy nodded and stammered. “I…I couldn’t do it myself,” he said.
Thomas shook his head and laughed dryly. “You’re a sick fuck, and you’re going away for a long time,” he said. He jerked his head to the side. “Go sit,” he told Andy. “I need to keep my eye on you while I deal with Hannah.”