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Although I believed that the minute Irish got a hand free, she’d go on the attack, first she had to get a hand free. Hopefully, I could help her get that hand.
The doors to the building didn’t look like they were being watched, but I didn’t head for them straight away. That was clearly a trap, so I hugged the surrounding wall and began walking around the building, looking for another entrance.
There was another door, but again, I thought that was too obvious an entrance. However, I did spot a tiny window that was slightly ajar next to the ground.
I watched it for a few minutes before deciding I could just about fit through. I wasn’t a big person, being on the tiny side, so it shouldn’t be a struggle for me.
Quietly approaching, I found I was right. I wriggled through and found myself in a dark basement. Luckily, I’d gone legs first; otherwise, I’d probably have hit my head as I entered. I landed softly on my feet and took a few moments to let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
Finally, I spotted some stairs and crept towards them. Just in the nick of time, I remembered to turn my phone to silent and hide it in my pocket. The last thing I needed was Dylan ringing to bawl me out when I was trying to be sneaky.
The stairs were metal, which made creeping up them a lot easier than I imagined. Wooden ones would have creaked and given away that someone was down here. There was a door at the top, and I felt a moment’s fear that it would be locked.
The handle turned easily, though, and the door opened with a groan. I stiffened, frightened that someone might have heard,but there were no pounding footsteps or alarmed shouts. This led me to what was clearly offices. There was a wide-open space in the middle, with offices jotted all around the walls. I crept forward, hiding in the kitchenette the door had opened into.
Slowly, I moved forward, keeping a sharp eye out for anyone lurking or approaching. As I moved towards a doorway, which I assumed led to the entrance, I heard two voices talking.
I ducked into an office and hid behind the desk there.
“The bitch is still out of it. I think they might have hit her too hard. Fury isn’t going to be happy if she doesn’t wake up.”
“She’ll wake, don’t worry. It’s only been an hour since she got knocked out. Let her sleep. It’s the last peaceful one she’ll ever have.”
“I heard Fury is planning to put her to the train.”
“Fury promised us all a turn. Who gives a shit what condition she’s in? She’ll probably have a nice, tight pussy. Bitches like her often do. Mind you, by the time she’s taken all of us, her ass and pussy won’t be so tight.” The guy laughed, making me mad.
They were talking about raping Irish, all of them. I understood what a train was. It was where men lined up to fuck a woman one after another. And they planned to rape Irish that way. Fury welled inside me. Why did assholes think it was okay to rape someone? It was just a power thing, and I knew they’d really get off on it. They’d like nothing more than to make a powerful woman helpless and rape her as punishment.
Seriously, I’d like to cut all their dicks off and rape them with them. See how they liked it.
“When’s Fury arriving?”
“He’s messing with someone else before coming here. We head home soon; he doesn’t want us to be found in South Dakota. And it’s fuckin’ boring here.”
“Well, let’s hope he lets us fuck her before leaving. Because I think taking her with us is a mistake, it would give her a chance to get free. And we know she’s a killer.”
“Scared of a piece of pussy?”
I could hear the jeer in the guy’s voice.
“Not usually, but that one? Yeah. She fuckin’ terrifies me. If she gets free, it will be a bloodbath in here.”
“Who’s the fuckin’ pussy, her or you?” the second guy taunted.
“Takes a man to admit he knows when he can’t handle a bitch.”
“Stay on guard. Someone will check back in twenty minutes.”
“Fine. I need a smoke anyway.” The first guy’s footsteps moved away.
Well, that hadn’t been helpful. I had no idea where she was being held captive, and I’d hoped they would have given something away.
As quietly as I could, I moved forward. I spotted the entrance, and a big guy was standing there smoking. If I’d come through those doors, I wouldn’t have stood a chance. I pulled my gun and aimed and hesitated.
No lie, I wasn’t a killer, and this was murder in cold blood. Then I remembered what they had said they planned to do to Irish and the fact I had twenty minutes before someone came back to check. Closing my eyes and praying for forgiveness, I took aim just as the guy opened the door to let the smoke out, and I fired. The bullet hit his head, and it exploded, to my horror. Blood splatter went everywhere, and I nearly heaved.
I breathed through my mouth as I tried to control the urge to vomit. He’d fallen outside, and slowly, the door closed, hiding his body from me.
