Helplessness

Ollie came to, light searing his eyes. He must have been unconscious for a few hours, as sunlight burst trough the large window of the lounge. "Mike, he's awake", the fat man called. His skinny accomplice wandered over. "Hey man, dick move" said the thin man. "I think we were getting somewhere with this beauty over here", he said pointing at Lauren, knife in hand. "I've got to give it to you, you gave it your best shot". "But you brought a frying pan to a knife fight, and look what happened" he said mockingly. "You learned a lesson today, but I don't think a character building learning curve is going to quite cut it", he said. "Now there must be punishments for you, Lauren and your lovely friend we found hiding in the corridor".

Ollie's eyes widened as he saw Amy knelt down beside Lauren, the two girls both sobbing quietly. "I have to say, your taste in women is impeccable" he joked. "Where did you meet these two lovely ladies"? he asked. Ollie remained silent. "You don't know, perhaps we'll ask her then" he stated as he turned to Amy with the knife. "I'm his sister, asshole" Amy spat with hatred in her voice. "Wow, we do have a feisty one here" he chuckled. "A sister, huh"? "I can sort of see that". "but between you and me, she's more my type, no offence" he mocked. "Right, enough fucking about, we'll take the sister first".