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That earns me a backhand across the face.
“You’re making it so much fucking worse,” he says, gripping the hem of my shirt and sawing into it with his blade. “We might’ve been nice and only fucked you once. Now you’re getting it twice each. Front and backdoor.”
The other three release the most vomit-inducing laughs I’ve ever heard.
Panic consumes me and makes my heart race. I’m beside myself as I continue struggling regardless of the pain smarting my cheek and scalp and ribs.
“GET OFF ME! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” I shriek in sheer, unfiltered panic and desperation. I kick my legs out and land a hit in his balls. “I SAID GET OFF ME!”
“You bitch,” he growls, then tears the rest of my top open. “You’re gonna get it now—”
“What in the hell is going on in here?!”
The depraved confrontation comes to a screeching halt all at once.
The four men turn their heads to the doorway where Velma stands. They waffle on how to answer for a couple seconds and then sputter something out about teaching me a lesson.
“By doing what? What were you gonna do, boys?” she asks, stepping deeper into the room, her cigarette burning at her side. “’Cuz it sure looked like you were about to break one of the rules in the charter—”
“Shut up, Velm,” snaps the guy with the ginger beard. “Since when do you care about this girl? She’s given us nothing but trouble.”
Velma carefully takes a drag of her cigarette, then blows a ringlet of smoke. “I might be a giant bitch, but I ain’t that giant of a bitch—this is where I draw the line. I won’t let you take turns with her. You want pussy, take that up with the club girls.”
They wear matching scowls as they twist my arms behind my back and use rope to bind me.
“Then what the hell are we waiting for? Why are we keeping her down here when we can set up her death trap?” snaps the one holding me. “We might as well get a move on. The sooner we do, the sooner I get my dick wet.”
The others nod in agreement and begin shoving me toward the door.
As we pass up Velma, she catches my gaze and says, “I’ve suffered what they were about to do to you—back when I was punished—and it’s where I draw the line. You owe me a thank you, girly. I just saved your ass a world of hurt before you die. They would’ve had you bleeding from places you’d never wanna bleed from.”
But I have no gratitude for the treacherous woman. I merely glare at her in return and tell her the last thing she wants to hear.
“It doesn’t matter. Because the Kings are coming, Velma,” I say, “and you’ve already chosen your side.”
Her teeth clench around her cigarette. “Take her away! Bury her!”
They all erupt in a chorus of cold laughter that sends shivers down my spine. I’d like to think they’re bluffing, but after everything I’ve experienced in their captivity, something tells me they’re not. They couldn’t be more serious…
I’m dragged from the backroom into the blinding sunshine. It’s the first real moment I realize where I am. The Road Reapers have brought me onto some kind of construction site. I was being held in one of the few buildings erected, and now they’re dragging me toward what looks like a huge pit.
A hole that’s at least six feet deep.
I scream when it dawns on me they weren’t kidding. They intend to bury me alive in the ground.
“NOOO!” I scream in thrashing hysterics. “DON’T!”
“Yes, bitch,” answers the portly ginger. “Get in this box. You’re bait. We’ll see if they make it to you in time. If not… oh the fuck well.”
The lid slides over me, commencing darkness, and then it comes—the weight of dirt thumping on top of the coffin-shaped box I’ve been put into. I scream and bang my fists and beg for someone to help me.
But the more dirt pours on top of the box, the less I’m heard.
The more I’m buried alive.
31
MASON
