Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Anae might let him get away with a lot, but I’ve clearly rubbed her the wrong way because she’s adamant about this.
“I don’t fuck at your command,” Dare says dismissively, breaking her gaze.
“I do a lot for you, Dare,” she says solemnly. “Do this for me. Please.”
Dare licks his lips, turning his head to meet her gaze. If I can tell he’s hesitant, so can she. “Okay, and suppose, no matter how well we bury her tonight, eventually, she’s found with my cum in her fucking body. How are we supposed to explain that?”
Anae smiles thinly. “Shouldn’t be too hard. You fuck her all the goddamn time. You fucked her before the car ride. Surely you’re due to have another go at her.” Then, looking at me, she says, “But don’t worry. We can be abundantly cautious. I’ll carve out whatever part of her you leave your cum in. We can get rid of that somewhere else.”
Chills cover my body at the coldness in her eyes as she talks about carving me up.
Fear starts to work its way around all the hurt and adrenaline flooding my system. If I stand any chance of getting out of here…
I don’t think I stand a chance of getting out of here.
Dare doesn’t look at me. He climbs off me, hauling me in front of him like an oversized sack of potatoes, and tells Anae, “Go make sure there’s plastic down on the bed in there.”
“You should suffocate the bitch while you fuck her,” Anae says.
“I’m getting a little worried about your dedication to seeing me commit necrophilia,” he states. “I’m not into it. Move on.”
“If she’s the dead girl, I think you could handle it. I wish you could fuck her to death, but I don’t know how that even works.”
My stomach roils so violently, vomit nearly comes up.
“I guess you could strangle her while you fuck her,” Anae suggests.
“Again, no. We already have a plan for how to kill her. We can’t keep going off course. Getting sloppy is how you get caught. This is why I don’t do crime with you, Anae. You’re too goddamn impulsive.”
Anae pouts as she enters the bedroom and smoothes out the massive sheet of plastic over the bed. “That’s not true.”
“Grab her feet,” Dare says. “Help me get her up there. Fucking gently,” he adds, sounding annoyed. “If you kill her before I fuck her, I’m not fucking doing it.”
“What if I just break something?” she asks. “That way she’s in pain the whole time.”
“No,” he says firmly. “If you keep letting your temper do the planning, you’re going to piss me off.”
“I don’t see why I can’t just give her ankle a little twist,” Anae complains as she helps him lift my legs.
“You’re not the one who has to fucking carry her everywhere,” he states, easing me down on top of the mattress. “Now, shut the fuck up so I can get this over with.”
“Oh, please. Like you aren’t going to enjoy it,” she says, rolling her eyes and taking a seat on a white chair with a view of the bed. “You like drugging her and raping her. I would think kidnapping her and raping her would be right up your alley. I’m practically giving you one last date night. You’re welcome.”
What the fuck did she just say?
Has Dare drugged and raped someone before?
The way she said it, it seemed like he did it to me.
Dare sighs, sitting up on his knees over my body and stopping just short of raking his gloved hands through his hair. He’s annoyed, but I can practically feel him remembering not to leave more DNA on the scene than he needs to.
My god, he’s really going to kill me with this psycho.
I could not have been more wrong about him.
And now, I’m going to pay the ultimate price.
Chapter forty
Aubrey
Dare looks down at me, but not to communicate anything. There’s no expression on his face that’s remotely for me, or about any of the shit I just heard. He’s not worried about what I think, just how he wants to attack what he needs to do next.
“I need you to come over here and loosen the rope around her ankles a little.”
Anae gets up and walks over, making her way around the bed and doing as he says. She’s spiteful, scratching my skin with her long nails as she works the rope, but I’m still relieved when the rope isn’t as tight.
“Good,” Dare says, looking back at my ankles. “Now, go back to the closet and see if there’s more rope for her hands.”
“I don’t think there was,” she says. “Do you have some stashed somewhere else?”
“Yeah. There’s green rope out in the garage if you want to go grab it.”
Anae looks at me, then him on top of me almost like she’s reluctant to leave. “Don’t get started without me,” she says. “I want to watch every second. That way, I can always relive this moment when I wear my trophy.” Impulsively, she leans in to wrap her arms around his neck and give him a hug, kissing the side of his face. “That was a brilliant plan by the way, baby. God, I love your twisted mind.”