Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
She screeched some shit at me but her throat was too raw for me to understand. I was trying to be nice so I rubbed life back into her arms and legs. Her stomach growled and I felt like a beast. “Shit I forgot to feed you wait here.” I sat her on the little cot in the corner and she winced when her sore ass met the sheets. Poor baby. The fuck!
I left the room again and went in search of something to give her to stop the roaring in her tummy. The staff wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. I’d given them the time off to mourn the man they’d worked for since I was a kid. His death was as much a shock to them as it was me I’m sure and since they’d taken such good care of him over the years especially while I was gone, I could do no less for them now.
I’d only been back four days but in that time I’d accomplished a lot. Because dad and I had been in touch a lot lately, I knew who his enemy was, that’s why I’d been able to move on him so fast. I’d warned dad not to get involved with this guy, his business practices weren’t the most honest from what I’d learned. I’d done a deep search on him as soon as dad mentioned the idea. But dad still believed that a handshake or a man’s word meant something.
He was old school; I’m not. I don’t trust a motherfucker even if he’s standing right in front of me doing what it is he says he’s gonna do; there’s always a fucking angle. And the higher up you go on the financial food chain the dirtier the fucks you’ll find. These people think money is the end all and be all. That’s how I know they’re soft. Money don’t mean shit in the jungle.
I scrounged up some shit for her to eat and headed back to her. Some may think that I’m a monster for what I did to her. She got off easy as far as I’m concerned; she’s still breathing. That’s more than I can say for my dad.
I could’ve put one in her and sent her carcass to the old fuck, but I figured this way was better. Let him worry about what his little princess was suffering at my hands. Next time he’ll think twice before fucking with me and mine.
6
Stacey
My arms were free and I was alone for the first time since he’d snatched me and threw me in the back of his car. I looked around the room for something, anything to protect myself as I rubbed life back into my hands and legs. I have to think, to use my head. Pleading hadn’t worked so I knew that was a lost cause, but if I could just get my hands on something.
I didn’t know how many goons he had on the premises, and my eyes had been covered when he brought me here. How long ago was that now? I can’t be sure. The uncertainty made me afraid but I tamped that down, one thing at a time. I had to get out of here.
I looked around the room but all that was here were the chains he’d hung me from, a chair that looked like some sort of torture device and some other stuff that I had no name for. It all looked like something you’d see in a dungeon in some old horror flick from the seventies.
How did I get here? One minute I was headed for the stacks to brush up on my history for an upcoming test, and the next I was being thrown into the backseat of a car. I was sure they’d been people around but no one came to my rescue. One minute I was there and the next I wasn’t.
All the way through the streets I’d expected to hear sirens, or to run into a roadblock, but nothing. I’d begged and pleaded to be let go, but the man sitting next to me had kept his silence, barely sparing me a glance.
The only time I knew what was going on is when he’d called dad and told him what he’d done. But it was what he’d threatened to do that had made me try to break free and flee.
The car door wouldn’t open from the inside so that had been a wasted effort. My screams seems to fall on deaf ears since he, nor the men in the front seats had so much as bat a lash at all the noise I was making. Like they were used to dealing with screaming women. That thought had scared me more than the cold look on his face.
I could hear my dad screaming on the other end but the man stayed calm as he explained what he was going to do to me. I’d almost wet myself then. What kind of man was this, that he could say these things to my dad?