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As I don’t have any weapons, I stealthily search the car for something I can use to hit him over the head. Coming up empty, I decide to get as much information from him as I can while I pray for a damn miracle.
“Where are we going?” I venture, watching the cruel smirk that lifts the corner of Russ’ lips.
“You’ll find out soon enough, and by the end of the night I’m going to be balls deep inside you, just like Sean promised me,” he says, chuckling, and it has goosebumps breaking out all over my flesh.
My nose wrinkles in disgust, “You sold me out so you could screw me? Wow. That’s disgusting and pathetically sad.” I hope my face doesn’t convey the fear running through the rest of my body.
“Shut your fucking mouth!” Russ barks, taking one hand off the wheel to try and grab my leg, but I move to the left just out of reach. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you, especially, as I missed out fucking that sweet little friend of yours. She passed out, and I prefer my women to have a bit of fight while I make them scream.”
Bile rises in my throat, and I turn away to look out the window. We pass a signpost, but with the car going so fast I only manage to see the last part; something Country Park.
My anxiety is banging against the box I locked it in, but I know if I let it out, it will consume me. Then I’ll be as good as dead. My fear of Sean may not have gone away completely but this time away from him as helped me gain back some of the strength he took away from me. My backbone is ramrod straight, and I won’t go down without a fight this time. After all, isn’t this what I wanted, revenge and justice for my mum and Faye. Not only to make him pay for what he did to me, but I’m almost certain he had a hand in their death too.
A phone rings in the car, and it sounds like mine and is coming from the passenger seat. Maybe it’s Ryder, or maybe it’s Jamie? She never called back after I put the phone down on her, which is odd. I try not to let that thought develop and take root because I have more pressing issues to think about. A laugh brings me out of my thoughts.
“Aww, would you look at that. Poor little Ry, Ry, calling to check on you. Such a shame he’ll never see you again. I sure would love to see his face while Sean punishes you. Maybe he can record it and send it to him as a goodbye gift.” The ringing stops and is replaced by Russ’ twisted laughter. Then it starts again, only it’s not the same phone. Russ digs around in his pocket, pulling it free before answering it. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, sparkling with a devilish intent.
“Hey, boss.” I can’t hear the voice on the other end, but I bet my last breath it’s not Ryder. “Yeah, all good, we’re almost there.” He ends the call, throwing the phone on the seat next to mine. “Well, looks like boss man is starting the party before the guest of honour arrives. The screaming is like music to my ears and makes my dick hard,” he says, grabbing his crotch, squeezing and groaning as his eyes roll back in his head.
We pull off at the next slip road, and my heart starts beating ten to the dozen, it’s so loud I’m surprised Russ can’t hear it. Travelling a little further on this road before we exit onto a dirt track, and then into a long driveway as I catch sight of a building up ahead. There is nothing but trees and fields out here, and I doubt there’s another house for miles.
Thinking this might be my only chance to escape, I slip off my shoes, and as Russ pulls up and exits the car, I lean down and grab one. I tuck it under my bag as best I can and hope he doesn’t see it. Russ comes round, opening my door.
“Get out,” he demands, then grabs my upper arm trying to yank me from the car. As I get out, I tighten my grip on the shoe, ready to make my move, and when I’m fully on my feet I swing, heel pointing out, catching Russ on the side of his head. I don’t waste time, I run. I run as Russ’ cries of pain pierce the night air, and the gravel cuts into my bare feet.
Feet pound the dirt behind me, but I daren’t look back. I keep my focus on the tree line up ahead, just a little bit further.If I can just reach the trees.I push my legs harder just as a shout rings out behind me, and I’m almost there when I hear the sound of several more feet on the ground. Lots of smaller, little feet and much faster, I’m not left guessing for long as a growl reaches me. Dogs. Fuck. I can’t outrun dogs.
Refusing to give up even though my legs are screaming, I crash through the tree line aware that Russ is still close behind me, and I immediately veer to the left. Branches and twigs slap me in the face and dig into my feet, but I can hardly feel them as adrenaline pumps through my veins. My heart feels like it’s about ready to burst from my chest it’s beating so hard, and I feel a stitch coming as it burns up my side.
A screech rings out, followed by several snarls as something heavy hits the ground. I keep going certain that the dogs have Russ, but I don’t have time to look, or give a shit right now. That bastard deserves everything he gets.
I see a break in the trees and run right for it, but I’m so focused on it, that I don’t see the shadow coming right for me on the left till it’s too late.
I hit the ground with a bone crushing thud as a heavy weight lands on top of me, and all the air bursts from my lungs from the force. I desperately try to draw breath as the man above pins me to the hard ground, pushing my face into the dirt with his big meaty hand.
With my one free hand, I blindly strike out behind me several times before I get lucky and connect with the guy’s face enough for a grunt to leave him. His slight movement allows me to get my other hand free, and I’m able to twist to the side, hitting out with both hands. Punching, slapping, scratching and thrashing my legs in a bid to be free, but he’s too heavy.
Snatching one of my wrists, he twists it causing a scream to break free as pain ricochets up my arm. I lash out, scratching down the side of his face. I feel his skin tear beneath my nails, and as the dim light from the moon peeks through the canopy of trees, I see blood trail down his cheek. I smile internally at the win, but my celebration doesn’t last long as his fist swings towards my face, landing the blow on my temple.
My eyes roll, and my vision blurs from the force as pain pulses through my head, rippling out across my cheek and face. In the split second I’m distracted, he grabs my other wrist and squeezing them together in the fierce grip of one hand, he strikes me again. I desperately try to hold on to consciousness, but my eyes fall shut and darkness invades.
As consciousness creeps over me, so does the pounding in my head. My lips are dry, and as I peel my eyes open the bright light burns my retinas causing me to screw my eyes shut away from the pain. When I try to bring a hand to my head, my shoulder protests the movement as a dull ache blooms.
Lifting my head and through slitted eyes, I see I’m strung from the ceiling by my arms. Each wrist is shackled with a leather cuff that hangs from rope attached to carabiners in the wooden beams. My legs are free, but only the tips of my torn and bloody feet reach the floor.
Fear rushes through me now the adrenaline from earlier has worn off, and this is a position I have been in many times before. I know what comes from being here like this, and my stomach twists in revolt as the memories play in my mind’s eye. Closing my eyes, I force the visions away, knowing that if I allow them in, I won’t stand a chance of escaping, or surviving.
I open my eyes again, and as they adjust to the light, I begin to take in the room around me. It looks like an old church hall, with a high beamed ceiling and old pews pushed against the walls either side of the room. How very apt that the devil should do his work in the house of God. There are several chairs lined up in front of where I hang ready for Sean and his audience no doubt.
I’m still wearing my dress, which is covered in dirt and broken leaves and twigs.
A noise from behind me has me spinning around, but I’m jolted to a halt as my shackles lock into place. Footsteps echo around the vast room, several more follow, along with the sound of whimpering. Then a voice that turns my blood to ice calls out.
“Kasey. My darling, darling, Kasey.” His voice is loaded with venom all covered in a sickly-sweet tone. If I didn’t know him as well as I do, then I wouldn’t have a clue as to the rage simmering below the calm exterior.
Coming to stop in front of me, his hand reaches out to touch my face, and I turn away on instinct. Bad mistake. In a lightning fast move, he slaps me across the cheek before catching my chin in a brutal grip between his thumb and forefinger. Squeezing my face so tight my lips pout, and my teeth grind together. I don’t make a sound, instead I stare defiantly into the pools of blackness that masquerade as his eyes.
“Is that any way to greet your fiancé?” he hisses in my ear, before letting go and turning to address the crowd that has gathered in front of us. “Gentleman, and whores,” he adds, gesturing to me and the woman on the floor beside me. “It would appear, that my once loving and adoring fiancée has forgotten her place whilst she’s been whoring herself out in Manchester. So, I have arranged this little soiree in celebration of her return.” He spins on the heels of his feet to face me, “It wouldn’t be a Donovan party without a little bloodshed and debauchery now would it.” A cruel smirk lifts at the corner of his lips.
