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I know his words are true. Anna is here because of me. It was I who left. It was I who stayed away. It was I who selfishly wanted something I shouldn’t have wanted, and decided to stay and let the people around me fight for me. It’s because of me that Anna is now on this table being brutally violated.
I look at Anna’s battered and bruised face and my heart shatters into a thousand pieces. I want to kill Steven for the pain he’s caused Anna. I want to rip myself away from him and scratch his eyes out. I want to take his precious whip and mark every inch of his body. I want to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze as hard as I can until my hands ache. Never in my life have I ever felt such hatred toward a human being. Never have I ever wanted to outright murder someone as much as I do now.
With strength I never knew I had, I rear back and elbow Steven in the stomach as hard as I can. It stuns him enough so that he stumbles backward and hunches over. I spin around and kick out, landing a blow to his balls. As he howls in pain and drops to his knees, I kick again and get another blow to his face.
Frantically glancing around to find something to fight with, I spy a fireplace poker and dash toward it. Before I make it halfway across the room, he grabs my legs and tackles me to the floor.
I try kicking out, but he quickly climbs up my body until he’s straddling my back. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanks back and slams my face down onto the hardwood floor.
I feel a crunch and immediate pain radiates all over my face. My eyes start to tear up and black spots appear in my vision from the pain. Blood starts gushing out of my nose and mouth and the metallic taste is nauseating. The force of the blow must have broken my nose and busted my lip. I work my tongue in my mouth and feel a sharp sting where there is a huge gash inside.
Steven yanks my head back by my hair so hard, I’m surprised my neck doesn’t snap.
“You’re really going to regret that in just a few minutes, Bailey,” Steven threatens.
“Fuck you, Steven!” I spit out at him.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such foul language, my pet. You used to be so proper,” he purrs in my ear.
Dragging me up by my hair, Steven pushes me forward, back to the table. During our scuffle, creepy guy never stopped using Anna, like he had no doubt Steven would subdue me. Now, standing opposite of Anna and creepy guy, Steven forces my body to bend over so my upper body is on the table, just like her. With his hand at the back of my neck, my face lands directly next to Anna’s. We’re facing each other. Her eyes are still closed, but mine are wide open, looking at her abused face.
“This is what’s going to happen. You and I are going to have a little fun.” He demonstrates his idea of fun by reaching around me and unbuttoning my pants and then tugging them down around my knees. “Then, I’m going to let my friend here have his go at you while I try out her.” My panties are pulled down next. “After that, we’re going to do it again and again and again.”
I start struggling for all I’m worth, but nothing works. His strength is too much for me. I know I have to find a way to get free so I can help Anna before it’s too late, but I have no idea how I can. Getting a closer look at Anna, I can tell she’s barely hanging on. We’re so close that I can feel her breath hit my face, and it terrifies me when I realize the hot air is very slight.
Steven has most of his weight on my waist and back because of my struggling. He leans back slightly, and I feel him freeing himself. I’m helpless as to what’s going to happen.
Giant sobs start to break through at the first thrust of his hips. I’m completely dry so it feels like I’m being rubbed raw by sandpaper. Each time he slams back in, the tops of my thighs painfully hit the table. My uncontrollable sobs are causing me to lose my breath. My arms, yanked behind me, are going numb from lack of blood circulation.
As I lie there with my body jerking from the force of his thrusts, I keep my swollen eyes on Anna. Her body is jerking just as violently as mine with each thrust. I cry out in agony when Steven puts one hand on my shoulder and uses it to pound back into me. I swear my body will rip in two at any moment.
With my face so close to hers, my cry must have roused Anna. I see her eyes barely slit open. They are glassy and the whites of her eyes are red, as though she has broken blood vessels. My heart squeezes at the pain I see on her face. It literally feels like someone has reached into my chest and placed a vice grip around my heart and is squeezing the life from it. The pain I feel from Steven’s punishing rape is nothing compared to the pain I feel at seeing Anna give up the fight. And I know, she’s giving up. Her body may be here, but her mind is not and her soul is slipping away.
“I’m so sorry, Anna. I’m so, so sorry,” I whisper to her on a ragged cry. “Don’t give up. Don’t let them win. We’ll get out of this. Please,” I beg her, but I’m scared it’s for nothing. I’m scared she’s past the point of recovery. I’m afraid that if we do come out of this alive, her body may mostly heal but her mind never will.
My own pain forgotten, I move my head a few inches so I can place my forehead against hers, trying to give her comfort. I don’t know if it works, but I want—no, need—her to know I’m with her. I don’t know if she can actually see me or not, but I hope she can sense me there with her and know that someone who cares about her is there. That this ugly place and these horrible people are not the only ones around.
I close my eyes and send up a silent prayer. Please God, let her be okay. Please, let us both, but especially Anna, recover from this. Please let someone come for us.
23
Jaxon
WHAT FEELS LIKE AN hour later, but couldn’t be more than ten minutes, we pull up to the overgrown road that leads to Old Man Pepper’s cabin. During the drive Nick and I both decided it’s best that we go the rest of the way on foot. It was a hard decision to make, because the more time they are with that fucker, the longer he has to do whatever he’s doing. However, we didn’t want to alert him to our approach. There’s no telling what the son of a bitch would do if he knew we were coming. Luckily, darkness is on our side and we should be able to sneak up with a surprise attack.
As we’re both getting out of the truck, I see headlights approaching us. It pulls in behind my truck and I watch as Mac and an officer get out and walk toward us.
I reach under my seat and pull out two small flashlights and throw one to Nick. Mac and the officer walk up with their own flashlights just as Nick and I start jogging down the dirt road. None of us speak, already knowing what needs to be done. Assess the situation as best we can, get in and get the girls out, and possibly kill Steven. Well, the last part was silently added by me. I still haven’t decided yet if I’m just going my maim him or completely destroy him.
As we come up to the clearing where the cabin sits, my gut clenches at the thought of the damage Steven has already inflicted. I know deep down that what we are about to walk into isn’t going to be good. He’s had them too long, and from what Bailey’s told me about him, he is one sick son of a bitch. My hands ball into fists so hard that the hand holding the flashlight cramps.
We slow to a walk as we get closer to the rundown structure, easily keeping to the shadows. The wood slats that make up the siding are now falling off and hanging by single nails. In the dim light, I can see the curtains on the windows, The glass is dirty and dull-looking. The screen door is no longer hanging but is leaning propped up beside the doorway. The porch is sagging and you can see parts of the ceiling have fallen down.
We walk quietly up to the windows on either side of the porch and try to peer inside. The curtains block our view. Frustration hits me and I clench my teeth to keep from cursing. Mac quietly whistles to me and Nick to catch our attention. He flicks his fingers to indicate he wants us to walk around the opposite side of the house to him.
Nick and I slowly make our way around to the back of the cabin, stopping at each window trying to get a glimpse inside, with no luck. Each fucking window has a thick curtain. Impatience claws at me and it takes everything I have not to bust my way through the door.
Just as I’m about to do just that, Mac is at our sides, whispering, “You and Officer Garrett go around the front. Nick and I will stay back here. From the time you start walking around, wait thirty seconds and then burst through the front door. Nick and I will do the same back here. Yours and Nick’s job is to get to the girls and get them out. Officer Garrett and I will take care of Steven and his friend. Got it?”
