Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Until my fingers touched something small, rectangular, and cold.
Was that… was that a pocketknife?
I honestly only knew about them because this guy I’d had a thing for—until he made it clear he only liked blondes with big asses—was always taking his out, flicking the blade open, carving things into trees, desks, whatever. I thought he’d been so cool. Now, I thought he was trying too hard.
But, he did teach me a thing or two about pocketknives.
So I knew how to find the button to flick it open.
Which I did.
The blade grazed my finger in the process, and I felt the heat that said it had cut me. But I barely even noticed as I turned it, tucking it up into my hand, and trying to press it against the tape.
It was right then, though, that the car pulled to a stop. And the engine cut.
Wherever they were taking me, we were clearly there.
I didn’t have enough time to get my hands free now without getting caught.
On a grumble, I closed the blade and carefully tucked it into my back pocket where I could reach for it again if I had a second once they took me out again.
A moment later, the car doors were slamming, then there were male voices coming closer before the trunk popped, and they were reaching inside for me.
Each one took an arm and dragged me out, knocking my legs in the process.
I was kind of glad for the duct tape on my mouth because I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of hearing me cry out in pain, even if my shins were throbbing.
The street we were on was vaguely familiar. But with the only streetlight just halfheartedly flickering, it was hard to be sure of my location. It seemed desolate, though. Empty.
That wouldn’t be great if I was hoping for someone to help me.
But, I guess, that just meant I had to save myself.
I wished I’d gotten a chance to really take some good self-defense lessons at the gym so I knew all those fancy moves to knock a grown man on his ass like I’d seen some of the other women do.
I would just have to be smarter, quicker, and sneakier to get free.
And given the third-grade-level conversation these idiots were having as they dragged me into a long, low, windowless building, I didn’t really think that would be too hard.
It seemed like the walls even rattled as the door slammed behind us.
“Let’s just drop her over there,” the one with the dragon tattoo said, nodding his chin over toward what was maybe some sort of bar or concession stand or something.
The whole space was sprawling and dominated by a bunch of pool tables with mismatched felt, lights over each table, and a wall full of pool cues.
That… might come in handy.
I refused to put my feet down to make their lives easier, so by the time they dropped me over on the ground near the stand, both of them were panting and sweating, despite the chill in the air.
Good.
Though, I’d pissed them off enough to literally drop me down, making the back of my head ram into the side of the bar and my butt ache.
Whatever.
So long as they weren’t touching me anymore.
“Let’s get a drink before we have some fun,” the one with the dragon tattoo said, shooting a slimy smile in my direction.
Oh, I knew all about the fun they wanted to have with me.
Unluckily for them, I was going to find smashing them in the faces with pool cues fun.
As soon as they were around the other side of the stand, I reached into my pocket to find the pocketknife. I winced as I flicked it open, the sound so loud to me, but they seemed oblivious as I tried to hold onto the knife and saw at the tape, cutting up a few of my fingertips in the process.
It felt like it took forever. But the whole thing was probably only a minute or two. Then my wrists loosened and I brought my arms forward, wincing at the pain.
I curled the pocketknife into my good fist as I tried to listen for a moment, to gauge how far my kidnappers were.
“We gotta send them a picture or two,” the one with the bad symmetry said. “Show ‘em how far we are willing to go to get in the club.”
“Yeah, def, man. They’re gonna eat this shit up.”
They sounded at least a few yards away.
Reaching up, I peeled the tape off of my face, knowing I needed to be able to scream if nothing else worked.
I only had one direction to go, since they were somewhere at the other side of the bar. And there was nowhere to conceal myself once I stood up.
I just had to be quiet and really fast.