I watch the first of the four bombs go off on the monitor. The men in the warehouse run out, coughing. I chuckle as I think about the 1000 square foot radius that is now going to be toxic to enter. My bombs are laced with zinc chloride. Get too much exposure and you die.
The monitor beeps at me and the second bomb goes off at a drug house. I laugh so hard when the place goes up in flames. “Serves you right, you fuckers.” The last two go off simultaneously and a flood of people come running out of the buildings.
“Come on you bastards. Where are you?” My phone goes off, signaling to me that their phones have received the videos.
The one thing I am regretting is shooting Torrez too early. I could have used her to ping the GPS locations on their cellphones. While I can do it, it takes too long for me to get a good lock down on their location. They could be in a car for all I know. Besides, police have better options than hacking the wireless network. The encryption on cell towers is ridiculous.
A smirk forms as I sip my crown and coke. The police and Hazmat team have arrived on scene for each bombed location. One of the police officers gets too cocky and doesn’t heed the Hazmat team’s warning. He drops to his knees, blood running from nose.
Turning away from the monitors, I hold the last photo taken of Charlotte in my hand. “Little bird, hang in there. I’m going to take care of you,” I whisper to the picture. The panic in her eyes doesn’t deter from her beauty. It makes her hotter.
The thought of those bastards punishing her has me seeing black spots in my vision. I should have gone to the docks to get her. I will have to add this to the list of current regrets. “Soon, little bird, I will have you. Soon, my love.” I stuff the picture into the back pocket of my jeans as the police scanner crackles.
Visionsof green eyes haunt me. Piercing, cruel, and smirking at me as screams for my mother assault my brain.
I jerk awake and moan loudly, trying to shake the dream. The feeling of the table beneath me gives me pause. I cannot move. Everything comes back to me. I’m no longer in the vehicle with my dead mother and looking at those eyes. They remind me of Kronos. I tremble as I see him staring back at me. Hungry for my pain.
No, I’m right where they left me on my stomach a week ago, chained to the table. My body aches in places I’ve never imagined.
The first night, Ayres cleaned my back and put a towel over my back to soak up the blood. Since then, they have done nothing to take care of me. No, they used me at least twice a day, every day. I’m a nasty mess. I’ve peed on myself, embarrassed that I am laying in my own filth. They like to rub their semen on me and then humiliate me as being their cum dump.
Meals and drinks come sparingly. I’ve not eaten in two days. I’d kill for some water right now. They had taken the gag from my mouth a day ago, but last night I got very vocal about wanting to get up. To keep me quiet, they placed another gag in. This one is a large blue ball instead of the O-ring. I can’t feel my lips or jaw anymore. Drool dirties my chin and neck from the hours in which I’ve had this new gag in. I don’t like it any better than the one before.
They’ve not been back in since last night, and I’m beginning to wonder if I made them angry. I shiver at the thought. I wonder if they’ve forgotten about me, and I laugh at the absurdity. How could they forget free pussy? That’s what I feel like. Just a spot for them to dump their cum into my body. Nonetheless, they misunderstood my begging last night. I didn’t want to be let go permanently. I wanted to get off this table. A bath is needed, and who knows if my back is healing properly or not.
The idea of having a moment of warmth and food in my body makes me quiver. I don’t like being alone. The silence scares me and puts me on edge that they are going to do something worse. Before I can start to fret over why I keep thinking how it might be nice if they would hold me, Kronos comes into the room, yelling.
“What the hell do you mean that four pivotal locations have been vacated?”
I lay as still as possible. He continues to growl and yell in irritation. Keep small. I tell myself over and over. If I stay small, maybe Kronos won’t get angry with me. I hear the couch creak as he sits down.
“No. Don’t touch anything. I want the police reports within two hours, and find Torrez, dammit!”
He slams his cellphone down near my head on the table, and I flinch in fear. Kronos doesn’t hit me, but he does touch me. He runs his hand through my greasy hair.
“Little rabbit.” He releases the gag from my mouth. I turn my head to face him. It’s the only part of my body that I can move freely.
“Yes, Master?”
I’ve learned to call himMaster. This makes him smile, and if he is smiling, I don’t feel pain.
“I’m going to release you.”
I suck in a deep breath, shocked that he would do such a thing. The idea of getting up has me dizzy with glee. Could I have gotten on his good side?
“As long as you’re a good girl, you can remain untied.”
My heart races with giddiness. I’m eager to please him. “I’ll be good, Master.”
Footsteps can be heard as Kronos continues to talk to me. If it’s Hypnos, he may not agree to let me go. He hasn’t forgiven me, at least I don’t think he has.And I really want him to forgive me. Even if he confuses me. One moment he seems to want the little warrior and the next he wants me docile.
“Ayres will take you to get a bath and Hypnos is cooking you something to eat.”
His hand moves to my face, and I stare into his piercing eyes. It makes tears well. I like him being nice to me. I like it way too much.
“You’re going to be my good little rabbit,” he whispers and takes the chains off my wrists.
“Yes, Master. I promise. Please.” The tears are coming hard as confusion settles in. I should hate them and be running away. Instead, all I want to do is make them happy and keep them from causing me more pain.
