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“Who exactly are you?” The police officer asks.
“Tyler Foster. A family friend.” The lie falls so easily from my lips, and I have to hope like fuck that Will and Cynthia don’t throw me under the bus.
The police officer eyes me warily until Cynthia speaks up. “Yes, Ty is a close friend. I called him earlier to see if he’d heard from Rhys.”
The officer frowns. “Does Rhys often call this man?”
Cynthia’s face morphs into Principal mode, and she looks at the officer sternly. “Mr Zimora, I don’t like your tone. Tyler is a very close friend and has been helping me with the heavy issues Rhys has been dealing with lately.”
“My apologies, Mrs Rogan, but we have to check everyone.” The officer directs his eyes over my shoulder, and I turn to see Shane Kent, Officer Shane Kent, otherwise known as Tradie from the Feast nights. His eyes widen slightly as he recognises me too, but he knows the situation between Rhys and me, well, kind of, and he schools his features as he looks back to Officer Zimora.
“Kent, please run a background check on this gentleman. Tyler Foster.”
Fuck.
Shane nods and walks off, and I return my gaze to Rhys’ parents.
“Tyler is right. I think that woman is Julie.” Shaun speaks up. He’s trying to keep the heat off me. Isn’t that sweet? I’ll have to thank Fuckboy later.
Officer Zimora sighs. “Yes, it’s most likely Julie.”
“Shouldn’t you be out there looking for her!” Simon leaps up from his chair, his blonde hair a dishevelled mess from running his hands through it.
“We have everyone out looking, Simon. I can assure you of that.” Officer Zimora responds.
“Well, they aren’t doing a fucking good job, are they? My girl is still missing!”
Fuck, my heart sinks. This is bad. Rhys is in real danger if she’s with Julie. She won’t kill Rhys. At least not until she gets what she wants from her, but the things she’s capable of doing, is something I don’t want my girl to have to suffer through.
Not again.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Rhys
Vik shoves me through a bathroom door with one of her clawed hands while her other one pinches her nose. I want to laugh. This vile woman can handle drinking piss but can’t handle a little vomit? I mean, it is pretty gross, and normally it would freak me out more, but since it's working in my favour, I’m rolling with it.
“Get in the shower, you stinky bitch.” Vik hisses as I stumble my way across the small space to the shower.
I make the mistake of sneaking a glance at myself in the mirror as I pass it. There’s red swelling puffing out my cheek with a trail of blood from where my skin has split open. My eye looks bruised too, but I can’t be sure with the brief glance I get. My dark hair is matted, wet from Julie’s piss, and one side is caked in my vomit, both of which dampen the naked skin of my body.
Stepping into the shower cubicle, I turn the water on, waiting for it to get warm, but a hand at my back shoves me under the cold stream, and a gasp escapes me.
“Hurry up and get clean. Use the shampoo and conditioner on the ledge. I expect you to smell like a fucking flower garden by the time you’re done.”
I’ve never heard Madam Vik sound so callous.
I pretend I’m crying, mainly because I can tell it pleases her to hear me like that. I have no interest in actually pleasing her, just fooling her. I’m working on the theory that if she thinks I’m weak, then she won’t expect me to fight back. Something I totally plan on doing as soon as the opportunity arises.
“Why are you doing this?” I sob, sneaking a glance at her through the rapidly fogging glass.
She rolls her eyes. “Besides the fact that you got my brother-in-law locked up years ago, I get great enjoyment from torturing you like this. The money you will make us is also a big factor, but that can wait until I’ve had my fun.”
A shiver runs up my spine. And here I thought Master Hill was the predator to be fearful of. His wife is just as fucking sick as he is. OMG, I can’t believe I’ve eaten her out. I gag at the thought, trying to shake it off, so I don’t waste any of my valuable stomach contents if there’s any left. I may need it yet.
With the water now practically scolding my skin, I feel the biting sting between my legs from the two places Master Hill invaded. A real sob nearly bursts from my lips as the reality of what he did sinks in. I could let it consume me, but that will only make me weak. I need to be strong and smart right now. I need to figure out how to get away from them.
I go through the motions of trying to rinse all the vom from my hair and then shampoo it three times before conditioning it. I use shampoo on my body, too, hoping it will clean off the vileness that has tainted it, but deep down, I know that no soap will ever penetrate enough to wash that away.
