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Scrambling to my feet, I lunge for him again to get the upper hand, but he sends another punch straight to my stomach this time. The wind is knocked out of me as I stumble backward, breathless.
“You’re fucking dead.” His tone is lethal, promising to make sure my death is slow and painful.
I see the syringe barely sticking out from under the chair, but I’m too far away from it to make it easy to grab. Novak has his eyes locked on me, then his gaze shifts to where my focus is. We think the same thing simultaneously, both rushing to grab it before the other.
He slams his elbow in my side just as I dive to the ground. His body lands on my back, pressing me into the floor without allowing me to move an inch. We’re just out of reach of the syringe, but he’s got the upper hand.
“Too bad no one is going to hear you scream while I’m fucking this tight hole. You stupid bitch, thinking you can fuck with me. You’re just another dumb slut who thinks she’s smarter than me.” The cocky bastard doesn’t even go for the syringe, but rather all he can think about is fucking raping me in this room.
My body fights as much as I can, but his weight is slowly knocking the air out of me. Just as he leans back to unbuckle his belt, I bend my hips as hard and as fast as I can, trying to slam it right into his dick. It works enough to the point where he groans loudly, but it’s not enough to get him off me. As much as I try to fight it, anxiety is slowly creeping up my body. I promised to never be afraid again, but the emotions are flooding me faster than I can stop them.
Fucking shit, where are the guys? Were they ever planning on saving me if this went south?
Just as the thought leaves my mind, the door bursts open and three large bodies fill the doorframe.
Relief washes over me as my tense shoulders relax, making me sag into the floor even more. I’ve never been happier to see those three assholes in my life.
“What the fuck?” Novak yells, before his weight is ripped off me. Theon’s massive body grabs ahold of Novak like a ragdoll as he throws him down on the ground beside me. Ace comes over to me, while I hear the sound of both Blais and Theon’s fist pounding into Novak’s face. Blais is mumbling something to Novak, but I’m unable to make it out over Novak’s loud sobs and pleas.
I quickly scoot forward while their attention is on Novak, grabbing onto the syringe and sliding it back into my pocket. Each of them has their eyes locked on the scene with Novak instead of me, which I’m thankful for. It gives me a moment to gain my composure.
“You good?” Ace asks, assessing my ruined dress and the bruising forming around my wrist. I likely already have welts forming from where Novak punched me, judging by the pain coursing through my head.
He grabs onto the hem of my dress pulling it down as he stands me up. “Yeah, I’m good. Nothing I can’t handle.” The throbbing sensation ripping through my temple has me wincing, but I try to keep my composure as much as possible.
“You shouldn’t have had to handle it; we should’ve gotten in here sooner.” He’s radiating anger, but it’s not directed at me. It’s like he’s fighting internally with himself, getting pissed for putting me in this position.
“It’s fine. I’m not fragile,” I say, grabbing onto his hand and squeezing it for reassurance. He looks at me intently before giving a curt nod.
We turn to look at Blais and Theon who have bloodied knuckles and a crazed look in their eyes. This is the first time I’ve seen Theon so out of control. Novak lies still on the ground at their feet, with the only indication that he’s not dead being the soft rising and falling of his chest.
“Way to stay calm.” Ace’s sarcastic tone breaks the tension emanating from them.
“How can you act so calm after walking in and seeing that?” Blais grunts, shooting daggers at Novak’s body. He kicks Novak one last time in the side even though he’s unresponsive.
“We need him to be somewhat coherent when he wakes up, otherwise this will be for nothing.” Ace rakes his gaze over Novak with pure, fiery hatred. He’s right though. If Novak can’t even form a sentence when he comes to, then it will be for nothing, for all of us.
“Let’s get him to the SUV,” Theon says with a tightness in his tone. Before I know it, Blais pulls the SUV up to the back in the alley, while Ace and Theon lean Novak’s body against theirs to walk him out. Thankfully, we don’t see anyone on our way out, but the way they’re holding Novak, it just looks like he got drunk and into a bad bar fight.
They throw him in the trunk, zipping his hands together and slapping duct tape on his mouth. We all slide in, taking a moment to catch our breath. Theon sits next to me, making sure to put the blindfold back on. Something I’m oddly becoming more and more familiar with to the point it doesn’t bother me.
I didn’t get a chance to steal Novak’s phone or to ask anyone for help which makes me feel like I wasted my opportunity at true freedom.
I had chances, but I didn’t take them. Whatever fucked up shit is going on inside my head has me more and more confused on what these three dickheads are doing to me.
The longer I’m with them, the more I crave them. The more I dread the day they no longer need me. But for now, I’m going to live in the deepest pits of hell with them, reveling in the flames meant to burn us alive.
Novak’s still body is strapped to the same metal table I woke up on over a month ago. His chin is pressed against his chest while his wild raven strands stick to his forehead from the heat in this room. Ace decided not to give him a chance to be comfortable; he just turned the heat all the way up, scorching us all out.
My stomach turns but not in disgust—rather in excitement.
It feels so good to see Novak strapped to this table. It shouldn’t though. I shouldn’t feel satisfaction knowing that he’s about to be tortured by three psychos with no real moral compass. I should want to get him out of here alive so he can be served justice the legal way, but that’s the last thing on my mind.
Simmering below my skin is a craving to see him punished. Ripped apart limb from limb while he begs for forgiveness for every wrong he’s ever done. I should be scared by how fucked up that is, but all I have is a need to see his blood pooling at his feet.
Fuck. I’ve been spending too much time with Blais.
Theon’s large hand grips my arm to keep me from running as Ace and Blais set up their torture devices, waiting for Novak to wake up. His fingers dig into my skin, tightening his hold the longer we stand here, enough to make me wince. I’m not sure if he’s holding onto me for my sake or his.
