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“Stop whining. Man up for once,” Kelly said to him, and then she continued to address me. “The gun isn’t loaded, stupid. But, we have bullets, and we’ll use it on you if we have to.”
I ground my teeth together. “You wouldn’t.”
“Bang,” she mouthed, pulling the trigger one more time.
I couldn’t stop myself from flinching, despite knowing nothing would happen. This woman was a complete lunatic.
She set the gun down on the counter, next to a laptop. “I just need you to transfer thirty thousand dollars into our account. You can use my computer. I even brought it for you.”
Shaking my head, I stubbornly replied, “I don’t have that much money.”
“Fifty thousand. You have no bargaining chips, bitch. I’d think twice before declining again.”
“I don’t believe you’d kill someone so easily.”
She reached into her handbag and took out some bullets. Carefully, she loaded them into the gun. “Who said anything about killing?” My mouth went dry as I watched her. Smirking, she licked her lips. “What use will you be to me dead? You can’t send us any more money if you are. We’ll just torture you until you concede.” The trigger went off, one more time. This time, however, the gun was fully loaded, and a bullet pierced through the air and straight through my calf. I didn’t feel any pain at first—shock had numbed it. “I’m used to getting what I want,” she said.
Seconds later, realization took hold and a sharp, searing pain burned through my leg. “Shit! Why the f**k would you do that?” It was difficult to breathe. I tried to clench my calf muscles, but it only caused more pain. Blood gushed out of the wound. I’d die of blood loss at this rate.
Kelly tinkered with her gun. “So you know I’m serious.”
“You’re crazy! Fucking crazy!” Worried, I looked down at my belly. As long as the baby was safe.
She shrugged. “If crazy scares you, that works.”
“I thought you told me we weren’t going to hurt her,” Damien said, meekly.
“We weren’t going to hurt her if she co-operated, but she’s being stubborn as hell.”
“Oh.”
I moaned in agony as the throbbing in my leg got stronger. I had to stop the blood loss, somehow. I wasn’t ready to die of some stupid reason like that. I breathed in and out in a controlled manner as I attempted to my head leveled. “The two of you are going to hell. You’ll have people to answer to, cunt. There’s the cops. They’ll lock you up behind bars before you even get the chance to blink.”
Kelly crossed her arms.“Which reminds me. I need collateral. Do you mind, Damien?”
“It’s not right…”
“They’ll arrest us if we don’t. Stop being a pus**sy.”
He paced toward me, wearing the sorriest look I’d ever seen on him. What did she mean by collateral?
“We don’t want you ratting us out to the cops,” Kelly explained. “We need to make sure you don’t. So we need to give you a good reason to keep your mouth shut.” She had her camera out as she talked.
It didn’t take long for me to figure out what she meant. Photos—photos of me undressed and humiliated. That was one method to keep me quiet.
As soon as Damien came onto me with his sticky hands, the camera clicked.
Even with an injured leg, I couldn’t be stopped from fighting back.
***
I’d never get tired of the ‘straight in the balls’ trick. Damien was groaning at my side before he could do Kelly’s bidding. He had one button off my shirt—my uninjured right leg landed swiftly between his thighs before his hands could stray any further. Kelly was yelling at him from the middle of the living room, shouting words like ‘idiot’, and ‘useless’. Remind me again why Damien likes her?
With him temporarily down, I had a small glimmer of hope. But faced with a bleeding calf, bound hands, and an insane woman with a gun, my hope continued to be nearly non-existent. I had no moment to think. Kelly got over her frustration fairly quickly. Leaving her gun on the counter, thankfully, she sauntered toward me with her camera in her hands. “I’ll do this myself.”
If she thought she’d get anywhere near to getting my clothes off, she was wrong. Using all the strength I had, I knocked the chair I was tied to over, luckily hitting her with its ends and tripping her. I fell face first onto the hardwood floor. Attempting to keep the impact from reaching my womb, I positioned myself so most of the stress landed on my chin and knees. The lack of pain from my tummy region served as a good sign that my child was still safe. I tried to inch away, panic momentarily making me forget about the stinging in my leg. I was probably suffering from a lot of blood loss, but the consequences of that had yet to take effect.
