Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Fuck no. Nothing was even remotely right.
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Water poured down my face, blindingly cold. “Wake up, bitch.”
My eyes open slowly, and met the eyes of a young Hispanic male who looked to be all of thirteen. I took stock of my body, I was sore, bleeding somewhere on my leg if the blood on my pants was any indication, and I was tied to the chair with my arms behind my back.
I closed my eyes slowly, trying to see if I could feel the baby move, but couldn’t feel even the slightest movement. Horror consumed me, and a tear leaked out of my closed eyelids.
My eyes snapped open as his taunting voice filled the air. “Awww, look at the little woman, such a pussy.”
Looking past him at my surroundings, and found Gabe in a similar situation as the one I was in. However, his arms and legs were bound to the chair, as well as a gag stuffed into his mouth. His eyes were blazing with a scary light that sent a shiver down my spine.
When he got loose, he was going to kill them all. There was no doubt in my mind. They would be lucky to be in one piece when he was through with them. They’d still be dead though.
Gabe had blood drying on his neck, and blood dotting his face where shards of glass hit his cheeks and forehead. His nose had a trickle of blood leaking out of it as well. He was wearing no shirt, just his jeans and boots.
We looked to be in a large warehouse. There were hooks on the ceiling, kind of like what they’d use for a meat packing plant to transfer slabs of beef around. It looked dusty, and worn. Trash decorated the floor. Discarded beer cans stood in a pyramid tower in the far corner.
A younger man, with dark brown hair, dark eyes, and olive skin walked through the door and stood in the middle of Gabe and me. He regarded us slowly, and I wondered if he was the head honcho. He was in a nice pair of slacks, and a black polo shirt, so I assumed he wasn’t just some random gang banger. His brown hair was slicked back on the top of his head, making him have a greasy look about him.
He smiled a creepy smile. “It’s so very nice to finally make your acquaintance. You both have been at the top of my list for over seven months now. Well not anymore, because we’re going to kill you both. I will save you, bitch, for last because I want to enjoy you first.”
Gabe strained at his bonds, muscles bulging, veins standing out against his arms and neck. The bonds didn’t budge though. However, if looks could kill, the man would be dead right now.
“Now, I would like you to sit very still. Although, if you feel like fighting, just remember I haven’t had a woman in a few days. She’s a little fat, but I could just flip her over and do her from behind, that way I wouldn’t have to see her.” The man said.
My heart skipped a beat, but I tried to keep a neutral expression on my face. Gabe was anything but neutral. He was livid.
Two other men walked into the room, each carrying a length of chain. My heart pounded as I watched them both walk up to Gabe and wrap it around each of his arms. He sat calmly, and stared into my eyes as they attached the two chains with a nut and bolt, and then hauled him to his feet.
Gabe’s ankles were bound together, so they had to carry him backwards until they were directly underneath one of the hooks in the ceiling. Looping the chain onto the hook, one went to the wall and raised him up until only his tiptoes touched the concrete floor.
I was crying silently at this point. I wasn’t sure what they were going to do, but I could guess. They were going to beat him, maybe even kill him, and I was going to have to sit here and watch.
Once Gabe was secured, the two men left the room, and Greasy walked up to Gabe. Slipping his hand into his pocket, he withdrew a pair of brass knuckles, and slipped them into place on his right hand. My breath caught in my throat at the first strike of the brass knuckles meeting flesh.
Gabe didn’t cry out though. He watched my eyes with an inner calm that I wouldn’t have believed if I hadn’t of seen. Over and over again, he was hit in the face, chest, stomach, and back. I didn’t let my eyes stray from Gabe’s. It was the only thing I had to offer, and I would do that for him, because I could do no less.
Leaning over as far as I could, I emptied the contents in my stomach onto the floor.
“I had hoped to hear you scream. Perhaps you would scream if I went lower.” Slick mused.
Crouching down, he used a pocketknife to free the bonds from Gabe’s legs. He was standing from his crouch when he smiled.
Except that, he made a fatal mistake. He took his eyes off his target, and got too close. Gabe’s legs flashed out lightening quick, and wrapped around the Slick’s neck and face. He thrashed for a good thirty seconds, trying to pry Gabe’s legs from around his neck, but his body gave up the fight and he went limp.
Gabe didn’t release him for a while though. Mainly, I’m assuming, because he wanted to make sure he was actually gone and not faking it. Slick’s body hit the floor like a brick. Gabe did a stomach curl and lifted his legs up and over his body. Wrapping his hands around the hook with his hands, his legs curled over the chain at the top.
I stared amazed at Gabe as his muscles worked and bunched. Using an unbelievable amount of strength, he gave one good heft and disengaged the chain from the hook. He dropped down to his feet with a clink of chains, and hustled to me.