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“But I was only a kid. I didn’t know what I was doing,” he mock whined.
“Yeah, but you’re an adult now. Murder is a capital offense. And Kansas has the death penalty. Be a shame to cut your young life so short for revenge, wouldn’t it?”
“But it’ll beso worth it,” he chuckled.
“Then do it,” I sniffled as tears started to trail down my cheeks. “What are you waiting for?”
“Oh, no, Ky,” he hissed. “You’re not getting off that easy. No, we’re going to take our time with you.”
His hold on me loosened, and I tore myself out of his arms and started to make a run for it.
But I didn’t even gain ten feet before I felt a blinding pain in my head and everything went black.
* * *
I landed on the ground with a thud, and before I even opened my eyes, a steel-toed boot connected with my stomach.
“Wakey, wakey, Ky,” Max taunted, patting my cheek. “The fun’sjustgetting started.”
Nausea churned in my gut as scenes from the worst night in my life flashed in my mind like a movie on a projector screen. I tried to get up and run, but I couldn’t move my arms or my legs. Peeking my eyes open halfway, I looked down and found my wrists and ankles bound with zip ties.
“Patience, Taylor,” I heard another man say. “Keep it in your pants. We don’t want to wear her out before Thomason gets here.”
Ian.
No. No, no, no. I couldn’t let anything happen to him. This wasn’t his fight. It had never been his fight. It was mine. If he got hurt because of me, I’d never forgive myself.
“What about that pathetic friend of hers? Melissa?” Max asked.
“Oh, Goshen’s taking care of that little problem.” The mystery man let out a sinister cackle.
Wait. That laugh. Had I heard it before?
A memory flashed in my mind, so vague that I wasn’t sure if it had actually happened or if I was imagining it.
* * *
“Get her on her side,” a disembodied voice said. “I want a good shot of her face.”
Max forced my torso to the right, twisting me at an ungodly angle as he continued to violate me without even faltering for a second. I gagged and sputtered as dirt made its way into my mouth, and it took every ounce of control I had not to throw up as a sob tore out of my throat, which was raw from screaming.
A dark laugh echoed in my ears, but it sounded like it belonged to someone much older than me – and the boys who were hurting me.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it. Just like that,” the voice panted. “Fuck that little whore harder.”
I looked around, trying to find the owner of the voice, but all I saw was darkness.
Until the light on a video camera shined right in my eyes…and I saw the silhouette of another man behind it. I tried to focus on him, to make out his features, but it was too dark and the light was shining right in my eyes.
* * *
“Sit her up, Taylor,” the man said. “I want a good shot of her face to send to that punk Thomason. He won’t buy it if he doesn’t see we have her.”
Max yanked me up, setting me on my ass in the dirt.
“Smile for the camera, Kyler,” the older man chuckled darkly.
Max grabbed my hair and jerked my head back so hard that I was sure I’d get whiplash, and I found myself staring at a man I’d known for the past four years. A man I saw on campus five days a week.
Coach Walter Jefferson.
