Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I enjoyed the show, laughing inside as Van’s son saved himself, leaving me free to do nothing but internally gloat while I waited.
Chapter 27
Ideas are born in the stroke of a beard.
-Fact of Life
Ghost
I wasted no time in using the blowtorch to burn through the rest of the ropes.
I had on nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, and my ribs were killing me.
Luckily, the man had only gotten the first line of skin just under my heart with the blowtorch, but it was enough. Even that felt like a red-hot lick of pain each time I took in a breath.
Audrey was watching me with an awestruck expression on her face as I hurried toward her.
“Your knee looks really bad,” she said as I hunkered down beside her.
I used the blowtorch to cut the rope from the wall, and then used my fingers to untie her.
Which hurt like a bitch.
My fingers were all broken.
They’d seen to that within the first five minutes that I’d been there.
How I’d managed to get untied was beyond me, but I was running on adrenaline and a prayer, so maybe the man upstairs was guiding me.
Whatever was going on, I didn’t waste any more time.
I got up on my feet, walked over to the man who was on the verge of waking up slammed his head into the concrete.
It wouldn’t do to have him waking up while I was trying to rescue my wife.
I’d heard her screaming on and off for the last seven minutes.
They’d conveniently put a clock on the wall for me to witness the time pass.
It was a solid steel clock that looked like it could hold up through a tornado.
Which was why I walked to the wall and grabbed it off the nail that it hung on.
“What are you doing?” Audrey whispered as she walked over to the dead man.
She knelt beside his body and started to work his shirt off.
Something I should’ve done myself, but hadn’t been thinking straight enough to do.
I turned to the door, which was ajar, and looked out first one way, then the other.
Nobody in sight.
But I could hear my wife.
Could hear her angry growls.
Which made me reckless.
Luckily, I had a fucking metal clock to block the knife that I didn’t see coming at me until it was already headed for my face.
The man’s knife hit the clock and then stopped.
His hand, however, did not, and it continued down until it hit the clock, too.
Unfortunately for him, the force of forward momentum caused his tightly grasped hand to run along the blade of the knife, slicing right through his hand.
Blood spurted, and dripped onto the floor.
I used his momentary distraction to ball my fist up and punch him straight in the throat.
The man dropped to the ground, clutching his neck.
I immediately brought my bare heel down on his face.
His hands fell to the floor, one after the other, and he laid there limply with his eyes closed.
I brought my heel down one more time, this time on his neck, and heard an audible crunch.
“Fucking nasty.”
I turned slightly to see Audrey at my back.
“Pick the knife up. Search his body for anything useful.”
She dropped to her haunches, and I started forward once again.
I wasn’t worried leaving her there.
We were in a long hallway, and we’d come from the very end. The man had appeared out of a side door that looked to be a small kitchenette area, but upon a quick glance, I realized it was empty.
Continuing forward, I hurried toward the sounds of screaming, and came to a halt outside the door where I could hear my wife’s voice progressively growing louder.
With one glance through the small window into the room, my blood boiled.
With a low, almost animalistic growl, I entered into the room and headed straight for the man who was standing over my wife, huddling in a corner. He was taunting her, shaking his dick in her face, and I could see he was very close to using that pathetic excuse for a dick.
He was leaning forward, rubbing it along her hair, and I lost it.
Complete and total dissociation with my body.
***
Mina
“Get away from me!” I screeched. “Don’t touch me!”
I repeated it, over and over again, as I prayed that what was about to happen wasn’t going to happen.
I’d been given to this man, Josh, for good behavior on his part. That’d been the exact freakin’ words Tunnel’s father had used as he handed me over, bound and gagged. Fortunately, I was still dressed.
Josh was standing over me, rubbing his cock against my hair, and smearing it with fluids that I was hoping weren’t what I thought they were.
He was telling me, in explicit detail, what he was about to do to me.
And I had no other recourse but to huddle in the corner and pray that what was happening wasn’t really happening.