They were lucky he was merciful.
She’d be like a peach he was planning to can, and her skin would peel off from the burns.
As he stood there, he felt the weak one trying to push through, but Rodney wasn’t letting that happen.
“Hush, child. You’re not in control here. I am,” he said, laughing like the monster he’d become. “You were the kid, and now, I’ll be the man.”
Picking up the cattle prod, he headed back to the cage and tapped it on the metal bars.
It jolted with electricity, rocking through her naked body.
“You were a whore, just like the others. You were liars. I’m going to enjoy showing the world who you are. They mightnot figure it out, but I know what you were,” he said, holding it to the cage for a good minute.
She screamed into the gag, as her body did a sick, jitter dance right before she passed out.
Then, and only then, did he open the large dog crate and pull her out by her bound ankles.
Dragging her to the table, he hoisted her onto it.
It.
Was.
Time.
“Okay, Summer. Let’s revisit that time fifteen years ago. It’s been a long time coming. Scream for me, whore.”
And she did.
Much to his satisfaction.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Outside
Moving Through The
Trees On The Reservation
As they moved in the darkness, the sun just kissing over the top of the horizon, it didn’t take long to get there.
Honestly, it was likely a much better idea to call backup, but since this was the reservation, that meant calling Callen.
With Ethan, he wasn’t sure that was a good idea. So, Gene opted to do this with just the three of them.
If the reservation police found their rental, hopefully, Ethan’s brother would get them off the hook, because they were running amok on tribal land.
That was for sure.
“Are you sure you know where we’re going?” Dannie asked as they wandered through the trees in the barely lit morning light.
He pointed at his man.
“You can take the Native off the reservation, but you can’t take the Rez out of the Native,” he offered. “He can navigate here. He grew up here.”
Yeah, he said it to make Ethan laugh, but he didn’t. Someone was moving through the trees, heading in a direction with purpose and focused on the task at hand.
“If you say so,” Dannie offered. “I hope we don’t get shot,” he admitted.
