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Jim was done talking then, though.
And the next thing I knew, I was being dragged through the door.
My hand shot out at the falling backward sensation, grabbing the handle, leaving a trail of blood.
It wasn’t until I was being dragged into the building that I remembered something.
Something that maybe, just maybe, might make them change their minds. Albeit temporarily.
“I should get her first,” Jim said to his brother as we entered a big, mostly empty room. Save for a makeshift blanket bed on the floor, some cases of beer, and a big plastic container—though not big enough—with Irwin inside.
As they promised, he did have a heat lamp that was being powered by some sort of power bank. But judging by the looks of things, he likely wouldn’t make it too much longer in those conditions.
I was going to save myself.
Then I was going to go get Voss and have him help me save Irwin.
“That wasn’t the agreement,” Ben said as Jim pulled me over toward the bed.
“Come on, you just had someone. It’s been years for me.”
“But I have wanted her longer.”
“I have worked for it more,” Jim insisted, pushing me down, then getting on his knees at my feet, reaching up for my pants.
“Wait!” The sound shrieked out of me, loud enough that I heard Irwin thump against the side of his plastic container. “You can’t!” I objected.
“Yeah, I can. I will,” Jim said, evil desire in his eyes as Ben just… stood there. Ready to watch.
“No. No, I, ah, I have my period,” I said, watching as Jim jerked back.
There were some men who, when they heard you were on the rag, treated it like it was no big deal. Voss, for example, hadn’t even freaked out when we’d woken up with stained sheets since I’d gotten it overnight. Actually, he’d helped me strip the bed, then took it down to wash it himself because, and I quote, “I know more about getting bloodstains out than you do.”
And then, of course, there were men like some of my exes. Who treated you like you’d just come down with leprosy when you had your cycle.
Which, apparently, was how Jim felt about it.
His face twisted as he got back to his feet.
“The fuck?” he said, looking at his brother.
“I mean, it will just be a couple days.”
“I don’t have a couple days,” Jim said, reaching down to rub his palm over the bulge in his pants. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with her mouth, I guess,” he said.
Oh, yes, yes there was.
Like the fact that it was full of teeth.
And attached to someone who was willing to bite his entire dick off.
He’d have some difficulty chasing me then, wouldn’t he? And I damn sure could outrun Ben.
So, yeah, while the idea of his junk anywhere near my face made me feel sick to my stomach, if it was a means to an end, I could steel my belly and do it.
“Can’t argue with that logic,” Ben said, nodding. “Want a beer?” he asked, getting a distracted nod from his brother before turning to walk away.
Then Jim was working his button and zipper down, then pulling out his dick.
I didn’t wait for that thing to go anywhere near my face.
I reached out, getting a pleased smirk from him, thinking I was actually going to willingly do this.
I didn’t know a whole hell of a lot about having a dick, but I figured if a small tap on a flaccid one could double a guy over, wrapping your hand around the center of a hard one, then yanking upward as hard as you could, making the damn thing form a right angle would do the trick.
The howl the man let out was loud enough to make my ears ring.
But I didn’t pause to see how he reacted to it, if Ben turned to run toward me.
I just scrambled to my feet and booked it.
It felt like the building was ten times longer on the way out than it was in, as I listened to the shouting in the other room.
My heart was slamming in my chest by the time I broke outside.
And there was just… nothing.
I hadn’t been able to see much out of the windshield on the drive in, but there was no damn traffic on this road.
I didn’t stop to formulate a plan.
I just ran parallel to the street, but aiming for the cover that was the trees. I was pretty sure, somewhere out there, there was a house.
Whether it was occupied or not was anyone’s guess. But it would be shelter. At least for a couple minutes. To catch my breath. To wait for a car. Someone would have to come by eventually.
My legs were screaming and my ankle feeling wobbly as I tore through the trees, making a beeline for a house. That didn’t turn out to be a house at all. Just an old, half-dilapidated shed.
