Stay on the Blanket

"Aren't you a pretty thing," said the bald man. "What are you doing all the way out here? Were you going to have a little marathon fuck session with your boy toy over here?" He kicked at Sam's ribcage. She could hear Sam grunt into the dirt.

"Don't hurt him!" she screamed.

They all laughed at her response. The man in the overalls spit on Sam's **** body and moved closer toward the fire.

"Are you not going to answer my question princess?" the bald man asked as he lit a new cigarette.

"We were just going to have a picnic," she managed to utter between sobs. She tried not to look at the men and kept her attention on Sam. She was afraid he was seriously injured.

"Isn't that just the sweetest thing you've ever heard!" the bald man squealed. "Two young lovers having a romantic time in the woods."

"Brings a tear to my eyes," the shirtless man piped in.

"Casey! Always full of shit!" the bald man laughed, almost dropping his cigarette from his mouth.

"Regardless of what you two love birds were doing out here, you're still someplace where you don't belong."

"We'll leave. This was supposed to be a surprise and Sam probably didn't know we were trespassing. Let me get the keys..."

Casey laughed and looked at the man in the overalls who was staring into the fire.

"You hear this bitch, Jake? She thinks we're going to let her drag her sorry excuse for a man and drive off."

"I hear her, but she's a fool if she thinks we'd let her off that easy."

"What exactly do you want? There's money in my purse. If you'll let me get it..."

Jake stepped back from the fire and moved toward the truck. He opened the passenger's side and peered in. Elizabeth could hear her purse jangling and it's contents being dumped onto the seat.

"Elizabeth Anne Locklear. Born March 21, 1992. 5'6 and 110 pounds. Lives at 124 Amberwood Drive...." read Jake. Elizabeth was surprised he was literate."

"How much money does she have?" asked Casey, his eyes locked on Elizabeth.

"She's got a twenty," answered Jake.

"I don't think that's enough," said the bald man throwing the remains of his cigarette into the fire.

"What's on your mind Bull?" Casey smiled toward the bald man.

"You know what's on my mind," Bull said as he crept closer to Elizabeth. "But I'm more interested in knowing what our little sweetheart is thinking."

Jake slammed the passenger's side door and stood behind Elizabeth with the wadded up twenty in his hand.

"Before you decide to answer, I want you to take a good look at your surroundings. You're in the middle of the woods, your boyfriend is knocked out, and there are three men who have caught you in a place where you shouldn't be. So tell us....are you thinking what I'm thinking?"