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Drake took a glancing blow to his back and managed to swing his chair leg club down at the woman’s knee as he did. She screamed in agony as something in her leg shattered, the chair tumbling from her grasp. I lunged forward raising my knife high in the air, and bringing it down on top of her head. The blade glanced off the skull instead of piercing it, the knife instead slipped under the skin, and slid down the side of her face, peeling the flesh away from her forehead and left cheek as it went.
Blood burst from her head as the flap of skin that had been her face flopped forward, hiding her eye. The scream that erupted from her was bloodcurdling and made my ears ring.
“Shut up, you dumb cunt,” I growled and slammed the blade into the base of her neck where the skull and spine met.
After a delightfully wet crunch sound, her arms went rigid, and spasmed a few times as she fell forward to the ground, dead, my knife slipping free as she crashed forward.
Drake grabbed my hand, pulling me along. The house was more dangerous than it had ever been. Not only was Owen lurking somewhere, but now at least two other people were running the halls searching for us. Not only that, but they’d been turned into feral dogs by Owen’s machinations, and were desperate to kill us.
“Which way?” I gasped at a junction in the hall. One direction would take us to the gym, the other would lead to the doll’s quarters.
Before Drake could answer, two men rushed us from the direction of the gym. One was younger and heavily muscled, a wide black tattoo on his cheek running up around his eye, a thorned vine. The other was older, but thickly built and overweight. Both had the look of madness, rage, and terror in their eyes as they descended upon us.
The fatter one crashed into Drake, and his wooden club went flipping away down the hall. The tattooed man slammed into me, driving his shoulder into my stomach and crushing me against the wall. Every ounce of breath I’d had exploded from my lungs and the knife slid from my hands as my strength vanished in an instant. Stars burst across my vision, and I couldn’t even call out as he dragged me to the ground.
“God damned cunt,” he snarled in a thick southern accent. “Teach you to fuck with me, won’t I?” He straddled me and gave me a sick and twisted grin. “Teach you to try and tell a real man what he can and can’t do.”
Dully, as though from a great distance away, I could feel him tugging and yanking at my sweatpants, pulling them down.
“Won’t kill you yet,” he hissed. “First I gotta teach you a lesson.”
My vision, still hazy and dull, made it hard to see. I glanced aside, and saw Drake struggling with the fat man, both locked into a wrestling match, fighting for their lives. When the tattooed man’s rough hands gripped my panties and yanked them down, my mind came surging back, like a drowning woman struggling for the surface.
All I could hear was the sound of Drake’s struggle and the excited panting of the man on top of me. Lifting my head, which seemed to weigh a million pounds I locked eyes on the tattooed man. His face was a mask of grim and angry determination. He’d torn my pants completely off, and ripped my panties apart. He tugged his hard cock from his pants and was shoving my legs apart, ready to take me by force.
Adrenaline jolted through me, and I pushed aside the pain and sat up as fast as I could and jammed both hands forward, thumbs outstretched. Both digits struck home, exactly where I’d intended. Both of the man’s eyeballs exploded as my thumbs slammed into the sockets. Blood burst across my knuckles, and viscous fluid shot down his cheeks.
Cock shriveling in a second, the man let out a scream that was more animal than human. His hands rose frantically, pawing at his face, smearing the bodily fluids across his cheeks. Sounds like harsh dog barks emitted from the tattooed man’s mouth while I scrambled to my feet and struggled to pull my pants back on. Bending over, I grabbed my knife and ran to Drake’s aid, leaving my attacker to writhe and scream on the ground.
Drake lay beneath the fat man, his assailant’s hands wrapped around his throat. The larger man’s nose was obviously broken; blood dripped from it onto Drake’s purpling face. I leapt on the man’s back and buried my knife in him twice, quick stabs that sank deep to the hilt. He released Drake’s throat and fell off of him, swinging the back of his fist at me as he screamed in surprise and pain. His knuckles struck me below the eye, sending a fresh wave of fiery hot agony across my face.
I released my knife and fell aside, and the fat man toppled backward onto his ass and then onto his back. The impact must have driven my knife deeper, as a spray of blood shot out from his lips, and he made strange gagging and hissing sounds, the blade obviously sunken deep into his lung.
Drake grabbed his chair leg again and straddled his attacker. He held the leg like a spear and slammed it into the man’s mouth. Lips tore, teeth burst apart and tears of pain burst from the man’s eyes as he tried to scream, but the wood gagged him. Drake pushed the leg deeper into his mouth, blood pooling around the wood, and the man’s eyes widening in horrified pain.
With a quick twist and a grunt of effort, Drake yanked the leg to the left and down in a semicircle. The sound of breaking bone, popping cartilage, and tearing flesh filled the hall, and the bottom of the man’s jaw tore almost completely away. When Drake pulled the leg back, the man’s chin fell to his chest, hanging by only a few scraps of skin. The tongue tumbled forward, larger than I could have believed, and an ocean of blood. The fat man’s eyes rolled back and he went into convulsions, sagging to the ground as he died.
Drake, not finished, stalked over to the tattooed man, who was now moaning pitifully, and raised the chair leg over his head.
“No one touches my woman,” he growled, and brought the leg down with every ounce of strength he had.
The wood struck the top of the man’s head, and the bone beneath shattered and sank inward, crushing the brain matter beneath. Vomit burst from the man’s mouth, streaming across his chest, and his left leg made a strange spasm, snapping up and down on the floor as though an electric current was running through it. That only lasted for a few seconds before he lay still. Drake, heaving breaths, glared down at him, and spat on his corpse before turning to me.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
I nodded shakily. “Yes. I’m okay.”
“Good,” Drake said, his face smeared with blood like some ancient gladiator. “Let’s go find this fucker once and for all.”
Chapter 23
Dahlia
Leaving the bodies of the other dolls behind, we made our way through the house again, sweeping the rooms for any sign of Owen. I had no sympathy for the men and the woman we’d killed. They had been barriers between life and death. If we’d pitied them, then Drake and I would both be dead now. The tattooed man had tried to rape me, that alone told me those people may or may not have been worth saving. In another timeline, perhaps I would have been the one torturing them to death for their crimes.
“Stop,” Drake whispered, putting a hand across my chest.
“What’s wrong? Did you hear something?” I strained to pick up any noises.
