Anita didn’t know where she was, and she didn’t know who had taken her. All she knew for sure was that she was very, very mad about it. Only a few days had passed while in the custody of her abductors, and she had been throwing an absolute fit over it the entire time. They had shackled her to the floor in the decrepit remains of an old jail. How convenient for them, to have these wrought iron cells still standing in the middle of the desert. Especially if kidnapping was their crime of choice for ill-gotten gains.
She had been riding with a scavenging party when she had been taken. Posted up on the back of Teagan’s Harley because her mother wouldn’t, yet, let her have her own. Whoever this rival gang was had been hiding in the dunes of a ghost town that the Sierra Madre had ridden through. Their bikes were accented in blue (as opposed to Sierra Madre’s signature green) and they had split up the party with ease and efficiency, weaving their bikes in and out of side streets unfamiliar to Anita and her procession. They’d singled out Teagan and Anita, and a rider had pulled up right next to them with no fear of a potential collision. He’d grabbed the back of Anita’s jacket and pulled off the back of the bike and to the ground. She rolled and skidded across rough red sand. Her jacket and jeans protected most of her body from unfortunate road rash, but her hands and her face stung with abrasions now filled with that shitty fucking dirt.
While the other rider continued to keep Teagan from doubling back to get her, a beat to hell pick-up truck, pulled up beside her before she could get her bearings. The two passengers got out and tossed her into the bed like she was nothing, despite efforts to fight them off.
The young woman hadn’t slept more than a few hours since she had been deposited in her keep. She screamed, instead. Yelling obscenities that characterized her annoyance, and rattling the chains and bars that kept her in place. Fading bruises still ached and the healing scabs on her face and hands felt stiff and itchy, but still she paced and disturbed the peace like a caged wildcat, and now she was a hungry wildcat since she’d turned away whatever they had tried to bring her that morning.
“What’s a girl got to do to get some fucking food around here,” she hollered, while knocking her chains against the bars.
She had been riding with a scavenging party when she had been taken. Posted up on the back of Teagan’s Harley because her mother wouldn’t, yet, let her have her own. Whoever this rival gang was had been hiding in the dunes of a ghost town that the Sierra Madre had ridden through. Their bikes were accented in blue (as opposed to Sierra Madre’s signature green) and they had split up the party with ease and efficiency, weaving their bikes in and out of side streets unfamiliar to Anita and her procession. They’d singled out Teagan and Anita, and a rider had pulled up right next to them with no fear of a potential collision. He’d grabbed the back of Anita’s jacket and pulled off the back of the bike and to the ground. She rolled and skidded across rough red sand. Her jacket and jeans protected most of her body from unfortunate road rash, but her hands and her face stung with abrasions now filled with that shitty fucking dirt.
While the other rider continued to keep Teagan from doubling back to get her, a beat to hell pick-up truck, pulled up beside her before she could get her bearings. The two passengers got out and tossed her into the bed like she was nothing, despite efforts to fight them off.
The young woman hadn’t slept more than a few hours since she had been deposited in her keep. She screamed, instead. Yelling obscenities that characterized her annoyance, and rattling the chains and bars that kept her in place. Fading bruises still ached and the healing scabs on her face and hands felt stiff and itchy, but still she paced and disturbed the peace like a caged wildcat, and now she was a hungry wildcat since she’d turned away whatever they had tried to bring her that morning.
“What’s a girl got to do to get some fucking food around here,” she hollered, while knocking her chains against the bars.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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