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7
Although there was a two by four next to the door and two slots for it to rest in as a lock, the cabin they were in was open. All they had to do was get free. She’d tried, but the dead weight of a passed out Onyx had made it hard for her to even stay upright, let alone finagle her way free.
Onyx placed a long tail from the rope in her palm. “Hold it,” he said. “The best you can. Don’t let them see it. Those drugs still swimming in your body?”
“A bit,” she confessed. “Beyond feeling funky, I’m pretty sure I’m off balance.” Having not been able to pee, her bladder was near bursting which meant all the toxins were floating around. Not fully flushed from her system. With her head light, hands a bit numb, she wondered if her arms actually worked. She’d never been one for anything stronger than some Kush when it came to chilling her out. Having not chased the high of the heavy drugs, it was no wonder she’d passed out in seconds once the needle was empty.
“Cracked head and drug withdraw,” Onyx commented. “Aren’t we a fucking pair? Here’s the deal, no sudden moves. We’re both gonna be slow as shit and probably going to injure ourselves more.” The sound of boots crunching the gravel caused Onyx to straighten behind her for a moment, then he went limp.
“Onyx,” she cried, a bit panicked. Had he said cracked head?
“I’m good,” he whispered. “Well, okay I guess, but I’m gonna need you to play opossum, you good with that Topaz?”
“Right, a little groggy, but not dead.”
The latch of the door handle echoed in the single room right before two men walked through the door.
“Oh looky, the lovebirds are awake,” the larger of the two spoke, then kicked Onyx in the thigh. “Aren’t you.”
“Maybe you knocked him senseless,” the other said.
“Couldn’t,” he replied. “You know this porch monkey ain’t got no sense.”
Fear trickled up Topaz’s spine as she let go of the rope and wove her fingers with Onyx’s. She knew more would come from these men. Disgusting words, meant to harm him deep inside and all she wanted was for him to know he was loved. Or at least cared for. Seen as human. The way he’d been with Beno, this big man working with a kid who kneeled on the chair because he didn’t have a booster seat. Onyx was so patient with him. Making it a game and even helping the kid with long thick curls by pulling back his hair into a little man bun. Beno came to them with a flop of hair and mother dying. Now raised by Baldy and Lil’ Bit, he wanted to immolate his adoptive father Baldy with his long hair usually tied back as he worked on cars.
This man, behind her, the one she’d been so cruel to because of her fear for this situation. She’d been so rude and hateful for his protection and even now, he was squeezing her hand in assurance. Looking out for her with his thumb stroking along the outside of her hand. Not the other way around, even as the men’s hatred spewed in his face as they crouched to be eye level with him.
She wanted to memorize their faces. Look for tattoos or any scars. Only they were blurred out, fuzzy in a way. She didn’t know if it was fear or the drugs, but all she could see was both had guns strapped across their backs. The muzzles peeking out over their shoulder telling of the long range capabilities. All Topaz could register was the fear coursing through her of angering either man. She knew the outcome, tasted the pain and in this case, it would be both Onyx and her that would pay the ultimate price.
The shorter of the two jerked her head up by her chin. Knocking her skull against Onyx’s who inhaled sharply, but didn’t do much more. The sharp pain bouncing her brain around had to be nothing compared to his. Her heart ached thinking about how much pain he had to be in.
“I probably shouldn’t, seein’ as you’re a spoiled whore whose body is ruined after you rutted around with this animal,” he said then she heard the crack of a fresh water bottle. “But here slut, you need to drink, we’ve got plans for you and you’ll need to hydrate.”
Survival mode kicked in even though Topaz was afraid and had pinched her lips together, she knew she should drink the water they offered to her. Her head tipped back, gently to avoid the already concussed man behind her and she parted her lips. He poured and she tried to relax her throat for a long drink before she began to gag and he pulled it away. Her body convulsing a bit from the mini-waterboarding exercise as Onyx clung tighter to their joined hands.
“Please, like any of us want her after she’s been damaged by that Mandingo,” the man by the door said. “It’s not like The Carpenter would want her.”
“Didn’t know the new generation appreciated the classics when it came to the cinema,” Onyx spit. “So glad to hear the white nationalists have their own hipster crowds. Or was it the cousin fucking that had you watching the movie?”
The man used the butt end of the rifle to smash against Onyx’s skull.
Topaz winced in pain for him as his hand released its grip and she struggled to capture his fingers again. Relief as this time she wrapped her fingers around his palm.
“You think you’re smart don’t you?” the big one replied then used his knee to knock the side of Onyx’s jaw hard enough the pair of them wobbled to the side but were able to stay upright. “Maybe we should roll these two around a bit. Have some real fun.”
The man still in front of her stood and asked, “Should I giveitsome water?”
“Yeah, give me the bottle, I’ll do it.” The larger one sloshed what was left of the bottle of water as he snatched it from the short one’s hand and tipped the bottle over Onyx’s head. Soaking him with the last of the water. “Look at me, I’m a damn preacher, bathing in the blood of the lord, now aren’t ya?”
“What the fuck man.” Onyx growled.
“You don’t deserve water.” The man crouched down next to Onyx, the smell of stale beer and onion chips permeated the air and made Topaz cough again. “You dirty, coon. We’ve been watching your little ranch.”
“Stop by sometime,” Onyx snarled. “Maggie has killer lemon bars.”
“Like we’d go somewhere with all those mulatto mutts.”
“Wow, over two hundred years, no change. Even the Catholics mixed it up and got with the times.”
