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“There’s nothing to talk about. We’re broken up for good this time, remember?” he mocks her. “So, you should get out of here.” Lenny walks over, his jeans hanging low on his hips, his boxers and hard-on very evident. “Because this cunt is about to get some well-deserved punishment.”
He starts to loosen the ropes around my wrist. At least that’s what I think until my hands fall from the rail, but they’re still bound together. It’s okay. I can work with that. “That tiny dick is a punishment.”
The last word is barely off my lips before he punches me in the face, his fist smashing into my nose as a light flashes behind my eyelids.Fuck. That one takes me a few seconds to get my bearings back. In the meantime, he yanks me to stand up, and my legs feel jellylike. I’m certain I’ll collapse, but he drags me across the room. His hand releases my elbow in time to send me flying a few steps. My hip hits a table or desk, I can’t tell what it is since my eyes are blurry. The room is mostly dark other than a few flashlights or something, and as I wipe my face my hands only smear the warm liquid dripping into my eyes even more.
“Not so talkative now that we’re not the head bitch in charge, are we?” Lenny is in front of me, his hand on my shoulders as he forces me to my knees, then yanks my head back with one hand, his other gripping my chin. “Open up. Because you’re gonna suck and fuck until I’m done with you. But don’t worry. I’ll cut the movie before I kill you, so Crawford knows how satisfied I made you.”
I swish the liquid in my mouth and spit at him, blood splattering over his face, making it much more satisfying. “Try it. Stick your dick in my mouth, and I’ll be spitting it in your face next.”
He wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand before slapping me across my face. His hand reaches behind him for a second before he brings it back, and that’s when I see the shining flash of metal in his hand. A knife.
“Wait!” Ava screams from behind him. “Please. Don’t. For me.”
He releases me and marches over to her. Lifting the knife to point at her as he says, “I tried. I wanted to work shit out and you didn’t want to. This”—he points at me—“is the only thing you wanted to talk about. Getting revenge on Morgan because you knew I was the only one sick enough to go along with your plan.”
I pull at the rope, and it digs into my wrists as I try to glance over my shoulder in search of anything sharp. Keep arguing, bitches. Please. I need more time. Because it doesn’t feel like I’m making any progress.
“This wasn’t the fucking plan!” Ava screams to the top of her lungs.
“Fuck the plan!” Lenny punches her square in the nose, knocking her on her ass. Her hands cover her face, smearing blood everywhere as she cries. He lurches her up, bringing her back to his face. “Leave. Go home. Clean up. Pretend this never happened. Or I’ll make sure you either end up dead in the ditch beside her or in jail beside me.”
Her frightened eyes dart to mine. “I’m sorry.” She backs out of the room, leaving me here to die.
“Fuck you,” I tell her before she’s out of sight.
“Maybe you should’ve been a little nicer to your best friend, then she wouldn’t have been so quick to let you suffer.”
I don’t want friends. “Suck my dick. It’s bigger than yours anyways.”
Yep. That pisses him off, but he doesn’t hit me. He pulls me up, his knife swiping forward as he cuts the fabric of my tank, then his hands are on me, squeezing my breast.
“The only thing I would change about our time together…” He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “I would’ve brought Crawford along to watch the action in person, then gutted that motherfucker too. Right in front of you. So you could watch him bleed out.” Lenny lightly trails the blade up my stomach, his fingers twisting my nipple. “You know, I’ll just go ahead and kill him later. I mean what’s another murder when you already have one.”
I jerk away, trying to rid his touch from my skin. “Get your fucking hand off me.” But it’s mention of Cade that pisses me off. I lurch forward, and my forehead connects with his nose, causing him to stumble. Quickly regaining his footing, he grabs me by the hair with one hand while the other holding the knife comes to my throat. His raging anger fumes from every part of him.
I don’t give a fuck. “Kill me,” I yell at him before lowering my voice. “It’s better than experiencing that pitiful dick of yours.”
The tip of the knife digs into my skin as he jerks me forward, slamming his forehead against mine as he yells in my face, “Get ready, bitch.”
“I’m ready. What? Are you not? Scared you can’t perform under pressure?” That’s it. He can’t. He’s fighting his thoughts when he hears my words. “You couldn’t keep Ava happy. Just ask Topher. He fucked her really good though.”
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
I adjust my neck a bit to relieve the pressure, but the blade is still pressed against my skin. He’s distracted. That’s about the only defense I have right now. “Junior prom. After we left and you passed out on the party bus, Ava was crying and ended up sucking and fucking Topher because he comforted her.” I laugh. “Why do you think they didn’t speak to each other for weeks after that?”
I can’t fight him off. And I won’t get far between it being dark and not having any damn shoes in this hellhole of a maze. But it’s my only chance. I need some leverage.
He’s still thinking about what I said, wondering if I’m lying. It’s one of the few times I’m not. But no one believes me on the rare occasions I tell the truth, and it seems he’s replaying the time in his mind trying to decide if it’s true. “But hey, you fucked around on her all the time. So, you really can’t blame her. Right?” His furious expression watches me as I continue, “Besides, I’ve seen Topher’s dick too.” I glance down to his crotch then look back up to him. “I’m surprised she went back to you at all.”
Quickly, he spins me around, slamming my head into the table just before I crumble to the floor. “Son of a bitch.”
He hovers over me. “That hurt, didn’t it?” He moves his foot back, swinging it to kick me in the stomach again. The pain is searing. But it’s reached such a level that I think it’s all blending together. My entire body is one big throbbing painful lump. But my mind keeps telling me to find the moment. Find the second I can get out of this.
Lenny goads me, “What about that hit? Was it enough for you to admit you’ve lost?”
“Sure. Go you. Now untie me. I only need one hit on you, motherfucker.”
He laughs, towering above me as he hauls me to my feet, my ass against the table as he tells me. “Keep dreaming.”
