She digs her fingernails into the floorboards and drags herself closer towards the doorway and looks over her shoulder in desperation, over at his still unmoving body that lies a few feet away. She reaches out again and drags herself closer to the door as a foot comes stomping down onto her hand and she screams in agony, he is on her quickly, grabbing a large handful of hair he smashes her head into the floor several time before she goes limp.
“Fucking bitch,” he says as he drives a boot into her side. “Thought you could fuck with me, thought you could make me suffer, well suffering is the only thing you’re going to be doing now you piece of shit!” He says as he drives another boot into her.
Five minutes earlier…
She smiles at him as she brushes the hair from her eyes, “So, what do you think?”
“I’m not sure, it’s a big risk,” he says as he looks up from the piece of paper. “I mean, I can see you’ve done all the calculations, allowed for everything that could go wrong. But there’s still so many things that could not work, we don’t need more pressure right now, not like this.”
“Don’t be a chicken, there’s no way this can fail, not if we follow the plan.”
“Your plans not full-proof, there’s so much that could go wrong, we could end up losing everything and then what are we going to do?”
“We’ll work it out,” she says as she gets up from her seat. “We just can’t keep going on this way, talking about what could be, let’s just fucking do it.”
“I don’t know Sammy, we could totally fuck it up, it needs to be something simple, something where we have total control, I just think your plan is too crazy to work.”
“Bullshit,” she says as she pushes him. “This is a sure fire plan Tommy, there’s no way it could go wrong!”
“Sammy, baby, we…” A loud crash comes from the room opposite and they both freeze in place, and stare towards the doorway. Tommy picks up a revolver from the table and looks at Sammy as he slowly gets up from his seat and makes his way towards the door.
“Don’t damage him, he’s not worth anything dead.”
“I know alright, just shut up,” he says as he places a hand on the door handle and takes a deep breath before he pulls it open, and they both stare into the darkness beyond, but it’s all too late that Tommy notices the wooden post that lurches from out of the darkness and crashes down on to his skull, sending him crashing to the floor in a heap. Sammy turns and heads frantically towards the other doorway as the man steps out of the room and hurtles the post at her, it cracks her in the back of the head and she hits the floor with a violent thud. Desperately she reaches out and digs her fingernails into the floorboards as she tries to drag herself to the doorway.
Sammy awakens to a world of pain and confusion, for a few moments she just sits there in silence as her brain tries to fill her in on what’s happening, but it’s when she tries to move she finds herself bound tightly to a chair. She looks up frantically and sees a bloody and beaten Tommy tied to a chair opposite and in-between them he sits, with the revolver in his hand and a smug smile on his face.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about lover boy there, he’s not coming back anytime soon, I’d worry more about yourself, because sugar, I’ve got so many things to show you,” he says with a grin.