15. Chapter 15 (1/2)

1. a big thanks to tess lacalme for being my beta reader. i cannot stress enough how much it means to me for you to take the time out of your busy schedule for the suggested edits. means a lot to me.2. copyright time, blah blah blah. biker mice do not belong to me. danny and other unrecognizable characters do. no using without my permission. thank you.3. big thanks to all my reviewers. you keep me motivated to keep the story going! :)

danny groaned softly and slowly opened her

own eyes, a dull ache in her head. she blinked a few times and shook her head in order to clear her vision and her head. when everything stopped being blurry for her, her eyes and mind focused on her surroundings. nothing looked familiar to her. no shelves stocked with motorcycle parts, and no tools hanging on the wall. no signs of any motorcycles, and no platform, so she was clearly not in the last chance. the scariest part of all was that she saw no sign of charley, lil' hoss, or modo. danny's eyes widened when she found nothing and no one familiar in her sight. did she die and is now in hell? or did everything that happen to her in the last two weeks was all just a dream from another comic binge night, and she never met any alien mice or got caught up in an intergalactic conspiracy? it wouldn't be the first time one of her dreams took a life of its own.

when she tried to move her body, she felt her wrists

ush up against a cold, thick metal pillar. she strained her neck to look down, and saw that both of her arms were tied up behind her. she attempted to move her arms, but realized they were bound to the pillar by a thick and cold metal chain. she looked down and saw that her legs were tied to the pillar as well. when she tried to open her mouth, she realized a piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth. she felt her heart rate rise and her pulse quickening as panic filled her mind. what was happening to -or more accurately-going to happen to her?

she struggled to regain her

eath and stay calm. the pillar was cold against the skin of her exposed wrists, so she could feel stuff. if she could feel, then she knew she wasn't dead. she flexed her toes and fingers and found she could move both, so she wasn't paralyzed. a big thanks for small miracles indeed. but it still didn't answer her question of where she was or what had happened. instead, what she saw were the bodies of both unfamiliar and familiar faces. she recognized the members of the drug cartel, but the rest of them were strangers, most likely new potential prospects. when she leaned forward to get a closer look, she had recognized some of the goons who were holding her hostage last night. if she remembered them, then that meant everything that had happened wasn't a dream. she hadn't officially went off the deep end then. but as soon as she realized that, the panic returned once more. if her meeting alien mice wasn't a dream, then neither was seeing the blue monster attack the last chance or being kidnapped by thugs! which meant not only was she being held hostage, but modo was taken down. she felt her chest tighten as she remembered greasepit's canon hit modo's back, and his collapse. was he dead? he couldn't be…he couldn't be dead! he was a hero; her hero! heroes weren't supposed to die! and where were throttle, vinnie or charley; were any of them alive? she struggled to keep her heart from beating faster and to will herself to not cry here and now.

before she could say or do anything else, she something cold and metal touch the bottom of her chin, and moving her face back to its center. instead of seeing where she was, all she saw were a pair of purple pants covering a set of wide legs belonging to an obviously overweight man.

"i see our little guest as finally decided to awaken from her beauty rest and grace us with her presence," a thick

itish accent crooned.

danny paused. she recognized that voice! before she could say or do anything, the cane tilted her head upwards. she took in the sight of a widely built male adorned in a purple business jacket adorned with gold buttons, cufflinks and a red tie. she closed her eyes as she felt her neck strained as the cane continued to move her head up, but it kept angling her head up more. when she felt her head finally stop moving, she opened her eyes to look at who had tilted her. cold black eyes stared back at her, with large fat lips curved into a cold, sadistic smile. lawrence limburger himself. she had seen the very man-or fish, in this case-holding interviews on television, and had once seen him from far off talking to his henchmen. but this was the first time she had seen him up close before. and after

eathing in through her nose, she wished that she hadn't. she had smelled his stench before on that fateful day yesterday, but as he was literally standing before her, his stench was even stronger. the horrible stench emanating from his body filled her nostrils, causing danny to start retching despite the gag in her mouth. she felt sick and fought the urge to throw up right then and there. she struggled to

eathe through her mouth, despite the gag stuffed in her mouth, to avoid throwing up. besides wanting to avoid choking on her vomit, she did not want to risk appearing weak and frightened to limburger. if there was one thing she was going to refuse to do tonight, it was to show him or anyone that she was weak and helpless.

"so you're the little parasite that is responsible for throwing the proverbial wrench in my plans," limburger remarked. "i must say, i am not impressed by what i see before me."

wanting to show him she was not scared, danny narrowed her eyes at limburger, glaring at him. limburger merely stood where he was, the cold smirk still plastered on his face. she attempted to lunge at him, but the beam and rope held her firmly in place. undeterred, she continued to thrash her body in a vain attempt to escape from her bindings. her wrists continued to clash against the support beam as she continued to struggle to get free and attack limburger. unabashed by her reactions, limburger merely let a cold laugh escape from his large lips as danny continued to struggle and squirm to get free from her bindings. as danny continued to struggle and thrash against her restraints, those from limburger's army as well as her cartel joined in with the laughing.

"don't bother struggling, my darling gutter rat. you're wasting precious energy," limburger gloated, using his cane to tilt her chin up to his face and steady her body. "those ropes are made from plutarkian fiber; practically indestructible to human or martian hands and technology."

"mm moo ono uhn aree!" danny shouted at limburger through the cloth gag stuffed in her mouth.

"what was that, my dear little pest?" limburger asked, the smirk never leaving his face. "i suppose i should allow you the dignity of a spoken word."

after removing his cane tip from danny's chin, limburger snapped his fingers. two goons reached approached each side of the teenager, one holding a machine gun. the goon on her left kneeled down and pulled the gag from her mouth. once her mouth adjusted to being free from its confines, danny snarled at limburger and attempted to lunge at him again."damn pedejo! when i get out of these ropes i'm gonna-"

"you'll do what exactly?" limburger reached out and grabbed danny's face with his other large gloved hand, squishing her cheeks against her lips and each side of her nose as his palm cupped her chin. he leaned closer, his face a mere inches from hers, the rotten stench of his

eath even stronger now. "i suppose you were attempting to say you'll rip me to pieces or something along those lines?" limburger shook his head while tsking. "i suppose i should have expected no less from someone of your 'background'."

danny felt her heart rate rise as limburger held her face, his large fat fingers digging into her skin. she tried to turn her head away from him, but his grip was too tight for her to move. the noxious fumes limburger emitted from his body and

eath made her stomach churn, and she wanted to recoil her body to escape his touch and smell, but she was trapped between the pillar and his large body. she gritted her teeth together as she attempted to glare at him,

eathing though her teeth to avoid more of his stench entering her nostrils to stop her stomach from churning. if limburger noticed her discomfort, he showed no reaction at all, his cruel smile never wavering from his fat lips.

"where…where are they?" danny struggled to ask as limburger kept a tight grip on her face.

"they? oh, you must mean that meddlesome mechanic and those bothersome mice."

limburger swiftly released his grip from danny's face and gestured to his right. she turned her head to where he directed and saw charley being held by greasepit, a gun barrel at her right temple while his large oily arm was wrapped around her torso just under her

easts. she had a gag in her mouth, and her hair was disheveled. but she appeared to look no worse for wear. no

uises, scratches, or marks of any kind were on her face, neck or arms, so at the moment she appeared alright. she looked to the other side as best she could to see who else was there. more goons and cartel members were present and-was it? it was: joe and the boss were there too. it would make sense that they'd be here; if this was a big order, they would need to supervise to make sure all went well. but no sign of modo, or of throttle or vinnie.

"as for those infernal rodents you've come to depend on, rest assured they are alive and well." limburger paused,

ushing invisible lint off his suit. "for the moment anyway."

"the…the moment?" danny strained against her ropes. "what do you mean 'the moment'?"

"i thought it would be obvious, my dear bottom feeder," limburger crooned. he pressed his index finger under her chin and tilted her gaze up to his once more. even with the gloves on, his touch still felt slimy and sent shivers of revulsion throughout her body. "you and that meddlesome mechanic are the bait needed to lure them in, and ensure their fates once and for all. knowing those machismo-infused rodents and their obsession with heroics, they can never resist the urge to rescue a damsel in distress. and once they are lured in and 'taken care of', i will be free to continue my business as usual...and i will let these fine gentlemen here do with you as they deem necessary…and handle that meddlesome mechanic in a manner which i seem fit."

danny didn't need to think about what the cartel had in mind for her. while she was no stranger to beatings, until the other day the cartel did nothing more than make talk about wanting to turn her into their personal toy when she would be of legal age. one of the very few perks of being the sister of keith's favorite was that she was off limits to the others until she was of age, so they knew not to harm her either physically or sexually (though she wasn't off limits for keith to harm). but now that he and raquelle were missing, there was nothing to stop them from doing whatever they want with her. needless to say, this did not go the way she had hoped when she first sought out the biker mice. instead of being an asset, she became a liability, something she was trying to avoid since the beginning. her head fell as she felt her chest tighten. did she doom everyone by trying to save herself and be the hero she always wanted to be? perhaps she should have just left well enough alone and never tried to make contact with them in the first place. she knew the biker mice were heroes, and heroes were able to get themselves out of any situation. but never because of someone else's thoughtlessness.

"you see," limburger prattled on, as if not noticing the change in her mood. "whenever i am assigned by my beloved home world to retrieve a vital resource –water, fuel, soil-those machismo mice interfere. however, i remembered an earth saying: 'one person's junk is another person's treasure.' or in this case, one species' poison is another species' necessity. so not only did i learn of a resource that no one-the mice included-would think of going after, but found a way to ship it to my beloved home world without anyone being the wiser. however, because of your interference, everything that my 'associates' have worked towards for the past several weeks has been compromised."

"how the hell is coke valuable to ya, you pedazo de grasa de mierda?" danny looked up at limburger, trying to remain as stoic as possible. no matter what, she wasn't going to give anyone the satisfaction of her crying to being scared. least of all him.

"my, my, my. such foul language for one so young. all to put on an air of

avado to fool us." limburger pressed his index finger on danny's chin to tilt her gaze up to his. she fought the urge to shudder. even with his hands covered in gloves, his touch felt slimy and sent shivers of disgust throughout her body. "my reasons for the expansion in my investments are of no consequence for a lady of your less than impressive 'background' to concern herself with. after all, you have more urgent-and personal-matters to worry about."

limburger released his finger from danny's chin, slightly pushing her head against the support pillar behind her. she shut her eyes and cried out in pain when the back of her head hit the pillar. when she opened her eyes, standing in limburger's place was joe. his mouth was turned in a deep frown, his eyes narrowed at danny's face.

"hey joe." danny smiles sweetly, trying her best not to look or sound scared. "your balls still sore from yesterday?"

one would assume that after years of physical abuse, she would know what to not say or do to avoid setting someone off. maybe the years of abuse made her not bother to censor her mouth. it could have been her short term memory, or maybe it was the stubborn streak in her. either way, her comment earned her a sharp slap across the face from joe. she winced as his hand made contact with her cheek, pain spreading all throughout her face. it didn't matter that she had been hit on the face-and other body parts-since before she could remember. no matter how much it happened, it never made the hits hurt less for her; she just became more desensitized to the sensation and the stinging pain. joe didn't give her the chance to let the pain subside. he grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head up to look at him. try as she might, danny was unable to keep her mouth closed or her eyes open as he forced her gaze up to his face. a faint, barely audible cry of pain had escaped from her mouth as she looked into his black eyes, seeing her own face stare right back at her. his mouth was up in sneer, his pale yellow teeth clenched as he glared down at her. she quickly closed her mouth, trying to appear as indifferent looking as she could. even if this was it for her, and this was to be her final moment, she was not going to go down like some nameless pansy dammit!

even in the face of death, never let them see you cry or that you're scared. both mean being weak, and you are not weak! never make happy by seeing you weak, no matter what!"puta in til!" he hissed in her face, yanking her hair harder and forcing her face up more. "do you realize what you almost did to our deal? to the cartel!? to me!?" he lowered his head, his greasy nose touching her own, the stench of tobacco, tequila and onions hitting her strong in her nose. "that door you bolted down while you made your little escape that day? it took five men to bust it open. five. it took several hundred dollars to pay for that door and the knob, and to

ibe the contractors to keep their traps shut. all of your 'family' had to take a little cut in their daily pay. to say they ain't happy is an understatement."

danny blocked out his rant as she

eathed through her mouth to stop from taking in any more of his

eath. even though joe's stench had nothing on limburger, it was still a lot for her nose to handle, the waves of nausea returning once more. what was it with fat, ugly men touching and

eathing on her today? more to the point, would it have killed any of them to use toothpaste before manhandling people?

"but we'll get to that later, puta." he gripped her hair tighter. "you really thought you could get away with it, huh? that you could leave us behind? just walk out on us, and thought nothing would happen to ya? you really think that with everything you had on us, we would just let you get out of this little life? risk you blabbing what was going on? news flash, puta: when you're with us, you're with us for life!"

"i don't…i don't know what you're tal-"

"don't play stupid! i knew as soon as you kicked me in my balls-which are feeling much better now-that you were going to sabotage our new drug deal. the boss had a feeling that you were the type that didn't like being our little errand bitch, and would soon grow a 'conscience' and rat out all you saw. but schelling convinced the boss otherwise; said you were quick on your feet and you would be too small and fast for the cops to catch and question, and that he would keep you in line personally. the things a man does to keep a piece of overused conchuda, even if she has a nice set of chichis." joe rolled his eyes. "anyway, as soon as you left our compound, i put feelers out to locate you to

ing back to us so the boss could make an example out of you and make sure you kept your mouth shut for good. but you managed to sneak out from our lab. the prospect should've made sure there were at least two guards keepin' an eye on you. had to use two bullets to set a good example for the others on what happens when you mess up. but that's not the point. you see, we found out who you've been 'associating' with after you've left, and they're on mr. limburger's-" joe gestured to limburger while talking. "list of people to avoid. since they've taking a liking to you, we can't risk you tipping them off to our little 'business venture'. if they know, then it's only a matter of time before the cops find us. and once they do, not only do we lose our little contract, but we also face jail time. and we're not gonna get thrown in the slammer because some stupid puta pendeja thought she could pull one-over on us."