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No motherfucker is keeping me from getting to my girl, so I try to keep my eyes on her as I throw my fists, connecting with whatever gets in my way. I clock a guy across the back of his head, and when he drops from the shock, I push my way through, ripping some chick back by her hair.
As I claw and punch my way through, I see the first group of men surrounding Kitten pumping their dicks and showering her with their grotesque spoof. The white cream spurts between her legs, on her tits, on her face. Then some fucker starts pissing on her chest, and I lose it.
Fucking motherfuckers! She hates piss!
No! No! NO!
I pull another bitch by her hair and elbow some lanky pin dick guy in the nose before I break free of the crowd and reach the fuckers humiliating Kitten. Skipper is roaring, his guttural war cries coming from the edge of the room where he’s still restrained. I don’t look at him, though. My focus is on my girl as I start tearing through the arseholes looming over her. My fists fly, punching one guy in the face and another in the dick before the room suddenly falls into darkness.
Everyone falls silent for a moment as the shock of the blackout sinks in. Then, a female voice that sounds a hell of a lot like Moxie yells, “the cops are here!”
As her words register with the Feasters, chaos breaks out, and people start running blindly in the dark while screaming with panic.
Master Hill’s vile voice calls over the chaos, yelling at everyone to calm down, but no one listens.
“Cass.” Moxie’s voice next to me is a surprise, and I feel dainty hands on my shoulder. “Help me get her down.”
I feel her move away from me, and as my eyes adjust in the darkness, I can see her silhouette at Rhys’ ankle, undoing the cuff.
I don’t hesitate a moment longer.
Springing into action, I leap towards Kitten, finding her foot and set to work to release her ankle from the other cuff. The sound of glass and porcelain crashes to the floor around us as chaos fills the room. I don’t bother looking at what’s happening behind me. Fuck that! I need to get my girl out of here!
Once I have the ankle cuff off, I hesitate as I feel her foot fall lifelessly to the podium, and my lungs seize up.
Shit.
Kitten.
I want to check on her, but that will have to wait. I need to get her out of here. Away from these sick fuckers. Once she is safe, I can focus on waking her up.
Moving to her wrist, I fumble in the dark with the cuff, my fingers feeling like fucking fat useless sausages right now.
Work you stupid things!
Finally, the cuff slips free, and I slide my hand to her shoulder just as Moxie gets her other wrist free.
“Rhys?” I don’t care if anyone hears her name. These fuckers are monsters. “Baby, can you hear me?” I cup her face with my free hand, ignoring the vile bodily fluids under my touch as I feel her shift.
“Shaun?” Her sweet voice is like music to my ears.
“We have to go.” Moxie urges, right as light illuminates the room.
Some Feasters stop in their tracks, looking around with squinting eyes, while others realise they are heading in the wrong direction and start rushing towards the door. My eyes lock with the death glare of Master Hill as he watches from the den entry.
“We are so fucked.” Moxie mutters, yet doesn’t stop trying to help Rhys up.
I look down over my girl now. Her lids are heavy, and her eyes look distant. It’s the kind of distant that has nothing to do with the exhaustion she is feeling. As my eyes glance down over her marred body, they pool with tears and my stomach rolls. Her skin is damp. She smells of piss, and there are slimy trails of cum all over her. Even her beautiful silky hair has been tainted.
I clench my jaw tight, so tight that my teeth feel like they will shatter into a million pieces at any second, boiling heat flaring inside my chest as rage threatens to engulf me.
“Kitten. Can you walk?” Moxie’s voice gains my attention again, shaking me out of my head.
Get a hold of yourself, arsehole!
I can lose my shit later. Right now, I need to focus.
At the gruff tone of Skipper’s voice, I look up to see a guy wearing nothing but chaps and a cowboy hat with a sheriff's badge and another guy in only a tradie’s tool belt and hard hat, helping Skipper free of his restraints.
