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Ryder stepped forward. The other three let him.
I felt numb. Then something happened that I hadn’t expected.
My handcuffs popped open as Skinny released me from the chair. He didn’t release me completely though, forcing me to stand and holding me tight to his lean frame instead. He kicked the chair out of the way. Now it was just me and him, my body protecting the meat of his torso. Maybe he thought he was safer this way.
I breathed a sigh of relief then. I met my Vakarrans’ eyes, one after another. Every single one of them watched me with obvious fear.
They didn’t want me to die. They wanted me to live.
They thought I was as good as dead.
They couldn’t have been more wrong.
I was free. Skinny had freed me and in turn, he’d signed his own death warrant.
I knew what Kira would do now. I closed my eyes for a long moment, calming my breathing and priming my body for action. I knew what had to be done. I let everything around me fall away, letting the beat of my heart rule over my soul.
The screams of dying men silenced. I didn’t hear them anymore. The harsh words of my Vakarrans screaming toward Skinny man, no more. The pain and fear pounding through my body, gone. It was only me, Skinny, and the sharp knife pressing against my throat.
I stilled. I didn’t move a single muscle. I had to prepare myself.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Calm.
I let it all fall away. I let it all go.
I was a warrior.
My sisters and I had spent years together in the forest, practicing how to fight, how to defend ourselves against our enemies and how to kill if we had to. All four of us. We’d trained together just like the men in our camp had insisted. I’d been able to break out of any hold that any man had put me in, no matter how much bigger he was than me. We never stopped. We always remembered that at any moment, we may no longer be safe. We all had to fight for our freedom.
Once we had learned, we taught everyone else. Every man, every woman, every child. It was one reason we’d survived for so long. We were strong together.
I was more than just a little tiny human. I was a fighter. I was a Stryke.
I opened my eyes.
And sprang into action.
I squatted slightly and burst upward, while both of my hands grabbed the wrist holding the knife. Using every muscle fiber in my body, I bent forward and flipped Skinny over my shoulder. He hadn’t expected it and that was obvious by the look on his face as he flew forward. I was practically naked, just a terrified tiny human female capable of nothing more than tears and screams. A vulnerable set of holes to fuck. He’d underestimated me. They all had. Every single man in that room.
But he didn’t know me. Wasn’t aware of what I was capable of.
His back slammed down on the concrete hard and he yelled out in pain. I still held his knife-wielding wrist in my palms and I wrenched it backwards, forcing the weapon out of his hands as it clattered to the floor. In a flash, I’d knelt down and grabbed it for my own purposes.
Before he even had the forethought to react, I had the blade to his throat.
My heart pounded in my chest. I pulled in a ragged breath.
Could I actually kill a man? Should I?
The startled look on his face quickly molded into something else.
“Strong little shit, you are. I’d have enjoyed ripping that tight little pussy apart had these assholes here not interrupted us,” he murmured dangerously.
He’d hit me. He’d enjoyed it. He was the reason I was standing here almost naked. He’d threatened to cut my nipple off. The others were dead. Neil has disappeared. All that was left was me and Skinny.
And my revenge.
