June woke up and could see nothing back inky darkness. She struggled against the restraints binding her wrists together as a searing pain radiated down her left right side. She was laying down in a wagon, every bump caused her left sided pain to shoot like a pin prick. Despite her laying flat she still felt unsteady in the darkness.
She could hear the two man who had kidnapped her talking. At least she thought it was two, in her haze the voices blended together.
"You see how those bitches scream, Red?" Said the clean shaven, juvenile looking man riding shotgun. A devilish grin spread on his face. "I showed 'em Red, bullets went through 'em like a case of the runs!"
Sitting in the opposite seat holding onto the reigns of the black horse that pulled the wagon was a large and imposing figure. Veins bulged on the sides of his neck as his broad shoulders pulled at the stitches of his shirt. His hair was a shock of red, not the orangey red of the Irish but a deep sanguine. The hair covered his head down to his shoulders and his face in a thick beard.
In stark comparison to his company Big Red's voice was stoic, "You must learn patience, Kid. You are so eager for the kill that you do not take the time to savor the art. The subtle precision."
In response The Kid quick-drew his pistol from the holster on his hip and shot a passing rabbit clear into the sky. "I says I am a pretty brilliant FUCKING artist!" The Kid's voice was a loud cackle that caused June to shiver slightly inside. "Call me D Fucking Inci!!!" The Kid shot off another five rounds out into the fields causing the wildlife to scurry away.
Each shot of the .45 caliber ammunition caused June to wince in fright, her knees tucking into her chest. The Kid saw the movement in the corner of his eye. "The Bitch is moving!" He spun behind the seat and leapt into the back of the wagon.
Feeling the thump of The Kid's boots on the wooden boards June began to squirm and tried to scream. The scream was prevented by an oil soaked rag that was stuffed into her mouth. She suddenly felt hands grab her by the hair and pull her down. Her habit?! It was gone! As much as she was distraught by the remove of her covenant with God she knew that he could forgive this transgression.
The hands pulled at her brown locks, ripping some of them from her scalp as she was overpowered. "Where do you think 're going little bitch?" With a stiff back hand her struck June across the face, her scream trying desperately to escape from around the rag. He pulled the blindfold off her eyes. "Hey Red, I gots a idea."
The stoic big man in the front tilted his head slightly over his shoulder, "What's that Kid?" His voice seeming only half into the conversation.
The Kid licked his cracked lips, "Boss says he wants the girl alive, he ain't say that couldn't have no fun with 'er." His hands began grasping at her thighs, still covered by the long black of her habit.
Big Red still was only heartily paying attention, his mind was wandering among the fields. "Boss did say to bring her alive."
"You thinking the Boss'll mind if I taste a Nun's cunt?"
It took a moment for Big Red to process what he was hearing from The Kid, It did not take June anytime to process it. She began to squirm more and more, trying as hard as she could to escape from her captor. The Kid grabbed her by the throat, squeezing his child-like hands around. "If you move another inch, I'll bleed you like a hog."
Hearing the threat to June's life Big Red felt a twinge in his eye. The voice of his Lord echoed in his mind, "Tame the Kid. The girl must not be harmed."
"Leave her be." Big Red's voice came out stern, his attention fully invested in the current situation. He pulled on the reigns bringing the horse and the wagon to a complete stop in the middle of the road. His large frame shifted to face the two occupants in the back.
June attempted again to struggle away from The Kid on top of her. Her heart was racing, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up sensing how much danger she was in. The Kid raised his fist above his head, aiming for the side of June's face. Just as his fist began it's downward arc Big Red caught him by his arm, the big man's fingers reaching fully around The Kid's arm. "I said leave her be!" Big Red's voice now booming, startling a group of birds searching for food in the fields, their wings flutter away high in the sky.
"Come on Red. Lemme just get a taste of that Holy cunt. I promise I'll be gentle with her" The Kid made eye contact with June and she could tell by the devilish gleam in his that he did not have intentions of "being gentle".
Without warning Big Red swung his fist in a wide arc and struck The Kid just under his eye. The Kid stumbled backwards as he clutched his wounded face, "FUCK!" he yelled. Pulling his hand off of his face he could see the unmistakable flecks droplets of blood on his fingertips. "What the fuck was that for, Red!?"
"I said leave the girl alone. He wants her untouched. If you touch her again I will kill you myself. Now get your ass back up here and leave he alone." Red spoke with a tempered anger. The Kid obeyed and sat back in his seat as Red went to check on June. June tried to push herself around the large man making his way towards her but she did not have the strength, her head was still spinning the slap and strangling she had suffered.
Big Red spoke to her in a soft voice, uncharacteristic for someone his size. "I apologize for his actions. Now we still have a long ride ahead of us, I am going to take that rag out of your mouth and give you some water. If you do anything untoward to me I will put it back and you will get no water, is that understood?"
June gave a subtly nod as he vision began to clear. 'Now is my chance.' She thought. As Big Red pulled the gag out from her mouth, she bit down on his hand with all her might. Her sharp teeth digging into the soft flesh of his palm. He jerked his hand back. Instinctively June flinched, fully expecting to be hit like she had watched The Kid be hit. Big Red did not strike her, he simply held her jaw in a way that forced it to open and tied the gag back into place before climbing back into the front of the wagon and stirring the horse into moving again.
All June could do was lay there looking up at the blue cloudless sky with the oil soaked gag in her mouth. She began to feel the hot stream of tears running down her cheeks as unconsciousness took hold of her again.