AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He snorted.
“You know when you’ve been looking forward to something for a long time and then when the time comes you sort of lose interest? No matter, Julia will more than make up for it. Won’t you Julia?”
He kept the gun pointed at my shoulder and carefully walked over to Jules, then with his free hand wrapped her hair around his fist. He yanked her head backward and she squealed in pain. He aggressively pulled down her gag. I reigned in the rage once more. Soon, I promised myself. He pulled her up to him and she stood, trembling. He pushed her head to his and kissed her.
“Gotta’ get the taste of him out of your mouth. You will never taste him again, you hear me?”
She watched him.
“Acknowledge me!” He yelled.
Her body tightened in response before she nodded.
He kissed her again, harder. It was painful to her because she began to groan but that only served to spur him on and he kissed her even more harshly. When he pulled his face away from hers, their mouths were covered in her blood. Jules wailed and spit the blood toward the stone to keep from choking.
Not now, Elliott.
“Get undressed,” he said, cutting the ties at her hands in one swift swipe of his blade, “but replace your gag. I can’t have you biting me. Your screams might be muffled but I think we’ll still be able to ruffle Elliott’s feathers.”
It sickened me to hear his thoughts, like the object of his torment wasn’t human, wasn’t Jules.
“No,” I said.
“Get undressed Julia or Elliott gets another bullet,” he threatened somberly.
She immediately bent to remove her boots.
Before she could move onto her coat he ordered her to remove her socks as well, “I didn’t say everything but your socks darlin’. It’s important to me that your feet are as cold as the rest of your body. Consider this punishment for earlier.”
She nodded and removed her socks. Even her socks were soaked in blood but I couldn’t locate the source, ultimately deciding she must have stepped in a bloody pool back at the cabin. She removed her coat and stood frozen, her eyes focused rigidly at the stone beneath my feet, afraid to remove her sweater or pants.
“Do you want an additional punishment other than the one that’s already coming your way Julia? I can make it worse for you, if you wish.”
The tears stained a clear path through the blood on her face. She raised her gaze into my eyes. She was afraid, not for herself, but for me. I could see the terror in them and feel it in her heart. I was hoping she wouldn’t have noticed the pool of blood growing at my feet. The blood swam down my arm and gathered at my fingertips. My entire sleeve was soaked red and my hand was slippery with the wet of it. I was losing so much I was swaying from the loss. I could barely keep my eyes focused, the room spun around me. I knew I didn’t have much time.
While she had been removing her boots, I slowly began to inch toward the bat without him noticing, too engrossed with his prey. I tried to take advantage of that but he only signaled with the barrel of the gun for me to move back to my original spot. I obeyed him. My eyes darted about the cave looking for anything that might aid me in stopping him but there was nothing. I had run out of options and time. I rallied the courage to attack when I felt he was sufficiently distracted. Jules removed her sweater and began to lift her camisole. Jesse’s eyes became and I knew that tiny lapse in concentration was going to be my only chance.
I lunged for him, darting slightly left anticipating the deafening shot that came from the gun the second I moved. Jules ducked, covering her ears, eyes wide with fear. The bullet missed me by mere inches and he re-aimed the gun to shoot again but it was too late. I was already on him and had pulled him back toward the waterfall’s edge.
We struggled over control of the gun and I watched Jules run for the bat. She couldn’t get a good angle on Jesse so instead knocked the gun from his hands and into the water. It was a fairer fight, at least, and despite my hurt shoulder the adrenaline pumping through me was able to give me the strength I needed to push my palm underneath his chin with tremendous force.
Part of his tongue had been resting on his bottom row of teeth and the force of my blow severed the tip, blood burst from between his lips. Jules attempted to pull his hair back to get him on the ground but he kicked backwards with enough force it knocked the wind from her small frame and she toppled onto the stone gasping for air.
I immediately left Jesse to help her and he used the opportunity to grab the bat I had brought. I cursed myself for bringing the ‘knife to the gun fight’ and darted at him to avoid Jules from being caught underneath the blow. As he brought the bat down I felt for the sidewall of the cave and used it to propel myself on top of him.
I felt helpless in the struggle, distracted by the labored breathing coming from Jules. By the way she struggled to breathe, I was certain he had broken a rib and that brought the rage to a new boiling point. I used the nitrous effect of it to, ironically, crack his jaw. He staggered at the pain of it and I used the time to reposition myself for an uppercut to the gut. This floored him and I dragged him toward the water.
I forced his head and shoulders through the waterfall but he grabbed my coat before I could release my grip and he took me over the edge with him. I heard Jules yell my name as we toppled over the steep edge into the chilling pitch black water, neither of us interested in the fight once we landed in its arctic temperature.
We were caught underneath the churning, tumbling water. It was too dark to know which way was up or which way was down. I only knew to fight against the current dragging and pulling me around like a rag doll in a washing machine. My lungs squeezed tightly in my chest, desperate for air. I felt myself losing consciousness and frantically fought against its determined attempts to pull me down.
Dark hands circled my ankles, dragging me down with all their might. I fought with everything in me, kicking my invisible assailant, picturing Julia at the surface of the water.
Eventually my head broke the surface and I screamed out in pain from the bullet wound in my arm before swallowing my first breath of air. I struggled to keep my head above water, being twisted and coiled through the numbing cold.
The temperature was paralyzing, my arms felt detached from my body. I couldn’t control them. I hit a calmer part of the rapids and began looking for Jesse but he was nowhere to be found. I tried as hard as I could, throwing my shot shoulder ahead of me and using all the strength I could to get to the shore before he fled and I was too late.
When I reached the embankment, there was no way in knowing where he had fled the water, if he had. My eyes scanned both sides of the riverbank but it was too dark. The water was so cold and I knew that the break in the rapids was the only feasible point to come out of. No one in their right mind would have been able to float further on their own accord, I thought before eerily reminding myself just how not right in the head he truly was.
