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But still she didn’t move a muscle.
“Look at her,” Gracie whispered hatefully. “She looks so calm. She thinks she can just pretend this isn’t happening?” She laughed at the thought. “What a dumb bitch. There’s more—”
Six seconds.
Helios froze at Gracie’s last words.
And that was when he saw another man, built like an ox, climb on top of the pedestal and crawl towards MJ. It was only then MJ stirred, only when she saw that her nightmare was the very worst kind, that she started to struggle, tears running down her eyes.
Four seconds.
“Nooooooooooooooooo—”
Helios knew he would never forget that sound in his life, never forget the look of despair on MJ’s face as she found herself sandwiched between two monsters.
Three seconds.
“You first,” Manolito told the man on top of MJ.
Fuck the plan, Helios thought. Even if he’d end up killing himself for not sticking to the plan, it didn’t matter. All he knew was that he could not bear to prolong MJ’s agony.
Two seconds.
Snatching Gracie’s handbag as he pushed his way forward, he pulled out the knife he had hidden, flipped it open, and let it fly.
The knife hit Manolito square in the forehead, killing him in an instant.
Chaos erupted, followed by the sound of bullets behind him as Manolito’s men exchanged fire with Helios’ men outside the compound. Helios didn’t stop moving, running as fast as he could to get to MJ.
****
The sight of a knifesticking out of Manolito’s head shocked the man on top of MJ so much that he lost total control. In his haste to scramble out of the way, he inadvertently pushed his dick forward, and MJ screamed.
Her violation was complete.
She screamed and she screamed and she screamed.
Suddenly, the man on top of her became dead weight, and then he was being rolled out of the way.
Still she screamed, wishing she could scream herself out of the nightmare she had found herself in.
Someone was shaking her, calling her name.
“MJ! MJ! Open your eyes! You’re safe!”
Helios?
Was that Helios?
If it was—
She didn’t want to see him.
Not like this.
Not ever.
Around Helios, the sound of gunfire was dying. He was dimly aware of Manolito’s men, the few of them that were still alive, shouting to get Gracie out. He knew he should turn around and kill her now before she could cause more trouble. She was the type to do that, the kind that held a grudge to her dying day.
