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This though, I had trained for. I was ready. Markos had told me to fight my way out and I was going to do just that.
I swung backwards, using the hand rail to steady myself. Quickly, I brought my knee up hard in the places he was most vulnerable, and he crumpled. He hadn’t been ready for me. Thrusting my body forward and up, I leapt high in the air, encircling my legs around his neck. I squeezed hard, cutting off his air supply, and he thrashed beneath me.
The sounds that came out of his mouth grew increasingly angry and desperate. His hands pawed at my thighs, trying to pry them apart, but it was no use.
Within moments, I could feel him weakening beneath me and I crossed my ankles over one another. Several flights down, I could hear the boots coming toward me and I squeezed the guard tighter. Staggering, he swayed back and forth and not seconds later, he collapsed to his knees. I clocked him hard in the side of the head and finally, he went down.
I maneuvered free of his heavy weight, pushing him down the stairs. I watched him roll away and then, I sprinted up the final few flights of stairs. Not far behind, men shouted, and hefty steps slammed down on the cement stairs not far away.
I slammed into the rooftop door, and it was locked.
“Please, Markos,” I begged.
The door clicked, and I burst through it, swinging it so hard that it rattled the wall behind me. The night air was chilly with a late spring breeze and I shivered.
What now?
I raced forward, toward the edge and that’s when I realized I was in a freaking skyscraper, and a good twenty stories from the ground below. I furrowed my brow, trying to come up with possible escape routes, but nothing came to mind. I ran around the building and I saw another close by. The distance between buildings was maybe about twenty feet.
I’d jumped that distance before. I’d run track in high school and had excelled at the long jump, but I didn’t know if I could do something like this. I looked down and the lights shimmered, shadows moving across the asphalt far below. There was no ledge on either side. With a good solid sprint, I could make that. At least, I thought I could.
I was strong, but this was reckless. I could fight most men with ease and I could win. I could lift heavier weight than any other woman I knew. I’d beaten countless men and women in competitions, but I had never done something so crazy.
“Markos, you can’t want this,” I said, my voice shaking with fear as the wind whipped up around me. I prayed I was wrong. I hoped for something else instead.
Before my eyes, he appeared on the rooftop of the other building, as though he was waiting for me to come to him.
My pussy spasmed at just the sight of him.
Behind me, the door burst open, the metal frame clanging against the wall. I turned quickly, the air rushing from my lungs and I whimpered indecisively. A group of men emerged, and they became a small, pointed formation, all focused on me.
They had fucking guns.
A dozen little red laser points centered on my chest, sniper rifles by the looks of them, and panic made my stomach tighten into knots. I could hardly breathe.
“Markos,” I whispered. “What do I do?”
I backed up a step and nervously looked behind me, the edge of the building coming closer with every inch. Markos said nothing. I watched as the guards began to move toward me, never losing formation, their faces hidden behind dark masks.
They were the real deal. Either they were trained in SWAT maneuvers or they were ex-military, but this group of seven men meant business. I turned desperately to Markos, as my world quickly spun out of control.
He reached out his arm, beckoning me to come to him. I swallowed nervously and shook my head. I couldn’t jump from one building to the next. It was too far, too high up, too utterly careless and insane. If I didn’t make it, I could die.
“Come to me, Kassandra. Come to your master.” He spoke quietly, but every word pierced my heart. Something dark and ravenous billowed up from the very depths of my soul, like fate was demanding that I comply and jump for my life.
The guards stopped moving, gesturing for me to return to them.
“Come back, Kassandra. We won’t hurt you. Just come away from the ledge,” one of them shouted loudly, enough to be heard over the roar in my ears. Slowly, I stepped toward them, closing the distance between us and the one who had spoken smiled with relief.
But then I pivoted and sprinted hard toward the ledge. I ran hard, with everything I was worth. My feet found purchase on the gritty, sandy cement below my sneakers and I surged forward. I felt strong, like the warrior Markos had branded me. I would make him proud. I’d reach him and then we’d run off together, forever.
Using all my might, I hurdled off the ledge, continuing to run in midair, propelling myself forward.
The sound of gunfire echoed around me and everything went numb.
Markos reached for me and I reached for him, and then, I started to fall.
I tried to focus. I tried to move.
My vision wavered, shadows of blackness taking over my sight and I struggled hard, feeling the air rush by me.
Cold. Chillingly cold.
I felt his fingers on mine, blazing hot and I held on tight.
“Save me, Master,” I whispered.
The darkness enveloped me then and I fell into shadow.
