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“You like sex. You’re doing three men at once, you little whore.”
The anger and hatred hit her hard and she didn’t think, didn’t care about her own life.
“Fuck you!” she yelled then hit him with her good arm.
He grabbed her throat, squeezing the air from her lungs. She kicked and struggled beneath him as she stared wide-eyed at the man who was going to end her life. This was it. She was going to die right here and never see Charlie, Ben, and Dante again, nor Ben, her parents, and Maggie.
She felt herself losing the fight as she closed her eyes and he released her throat with a thrust downward.
She tried to remain conscious but she could hardly breathe or swallow and then he was lifting her up, throwing her over his shoulder.
As her body bounced on top of his shoulder, she felt his hand on her ass as she stared at the ground. Her vision blurred, and with every blink of her eyes she felt herself losing consciousness. Everything hurt. She coughed and the sound, the movement from her body brought her mind back to focus again. This was it. Her life was going to end.
“What the hell took you so fucking long and who was the kid?”
She heard the voice but couldn’t look to see who it was. He had a partner. Who the hell is that? She thought the voice sounded familiar.
“The kid doesn’t matter. We’ll dump her like Connor wanted,” the big guy stated.
“She’s so sexy, it’s too bad really,” the other man said, and she felt the hand move up her thigh to her ass under her shorts and squeeze.
“Fuck, she’s got a nice ass.”
Who is that?
“If anyone is going to fuck her, it’s me, Henshaw. You’re just here to tie up loose ends.”
Henshaw? Don Henshaw from in town? The guy the men don’t like and nearly fought with at the ice cream place? Oh God. He’s involved, too?
As the big guy swung her forward, she lost her balance and was so weak she flew back hard against the car door.
“Fuck, what the hell did you do to her?” Henshaw asked. “She’s all fucked up.”
“She’s a wildcat,” he said then grabbed her chin and face, leaned forward, and kissed her. Lori struggled to get free but she couldn’t move her broken arm. He plunged his tongue deeply into her mouth, making her gag, and as she tilted her head back her throat ached something terrible. She couldn’t breathe or swallow or do anything to defend herself. Her body was breaking down as the tears flowed.
“Let me taste her. Just feel her a little,” Henshaw said as the big guy released her mouth. He ran his hands down her shirt and cupped her breast.
He shook his head.
“It’s too bad. I would have kept you around a lot longer than the others.”
She was losing focus again as he shoved her into the backseat and Henshaw joined her there. She wondered who he meant by the others. Her mind was so fuzzy now, she didn’t even know if she should fight or just allow the comfort of unconsciousness to free her from the pain.
“You’re beautiful, even battered and weak,” Henshaw told her.
She stared at him as the tears rolled down her cheeks and he pushed her shirt aside and began touching her. She thought about Trevor, Charlie, and Dante.
“And you’re going to die,” she whispered then closed her eyes, unable to focus anymore.
* * * *
“Sheriff, it’s Tom Cantrell. We’ve got a big problem here. Jesus, Sheriff, the guys took Lori. Ben is here, crying and scared out of his mind. He ran here from the fields behind Lou and Diana’s house.”
“We’re on our way. We’ll be there in two minutes.”
Tom disconnected the call as he watched his wife Lynn rock Ben on her lap. He was crying and pleading for them to hurry up and help his aunt.
“The sheriff is on his way, so are the Henleys, son. It’s going to be okay. They’ll help Lori. They’ll find her.”
