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At the brief attention, I feel heat flood between my legs and press my thighs together. It’s that moment I’m reminded again I have no underwear on.
Great, just great. Make yourself soak through your leggings. At least they’re black, I guess.
Dragging my thoughts out of the gutter, I nervously smile up at Mick and push off the couch. Rocking on the balls of my feet, I ask, “Soooo, where are we going?” Mick still doesn’t say anything, instead grunting and gesturing for the front door.
Geez, wonder what’s gotten into him. Cat got his tongue? I have a kitty that could take his tongue for him.
Goodness, I am in so much trouble. Apparently living with this fallen god has my hormones in overdrive. Following behind him, I watch his ass in his jeans and groan internally.
Yup, that issonot helping.
Walking awkwardly, I shift to ease some of the tension between my legs and jog to catch up with his long strides. Mick opens the passenger door to his car and I clamber inside. He leans in and buckles my seat belt, tugging it to make sure it’s secure. He did this last time too and my body aches to lean forward and close the space between us.
Mick pauses to gaze down at me before pulling away and striding around the car. He slips into his seat and starts the engine, backing up. I watch his hand as he spins the wheel with his palm, fingers splayed.
Ugh, even that is hot as fuck.
I close my eyes and turn my head, only opening them once I’m facing away.
I stare out the window and ease into the silence, mind running as I contemplate where we are going.
The drive takes almost an hour and my anxiety continues to grow as we head deeper into the wooded area, leaving any civilization far behind us. I worry my bottom lip as we pull off the road onto a bumpy trail, my hand holding the door in a death grip.
Mick has kept up his silent routine and I have given up on getting an answer from him. So, even though I’m eighty percent sure he’s driving me somewhere to finally finish the job and kill me, I don’t say anything. That fear heightens as we pull up to a small building and Mick slows to a stop. I scramble for the handle and climb out, clutching my arms around myself and looking around.
I feel Mick walk up behind me and I tremble, whispering, “Where are we?” Not surprisingly, I get no response.
I feel the pressure of his hand on my lower back as he guides me toward the intimidating building. It’s not the building itself that’s so worrisome, it’s the aura emanating from the space. Even with lights shining from the top and side, sporadically placed around the brick, there’s a darkness that shrouds it. Something about this place feels really, really wrong.
I hold my breath as Mick reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key. He drops his hand from my back and walks to the door, unlocking it and pushing inward. I’m surprised it doesn’t creak. There’s a haunted feeling that gusts out of the open space and I take an involuntary step back. Mick looks back at me, motioning his head toward the entry. “Come.” His tone is low and full of authority. My legs tremble as I obey and wobble inside. He follows behind me and shuts the door with a loud thud.
I blink several times as my eyes adjust to the bright lights, a stark difference to the darkness outside. The first thing I notice are the rows of tools lining the walls. There are so many, all various types. A cursory glance shows different kinds of hammers, screws, and other things you’d expect to find in a tool shed. As I continue looking, I see there are more sinister and deadly items lined up as well. A collection of knives, whips, guns, even a couple spiked maces.
I’m so confused by what I’m seeing, I look to Mick for an explanation, only he’s not looking at me. My head moves to see what’s got his attention and I suck in a breath, my hands flying to my mouth.
Time freezes.
I shake my head and blink, rapidly opening and closing my eyes to dispel the image in front of me. Silently begging for this to be some horrible dream or a hallucination. No one answers my unspoken pleas.
In front of me, dangling from chains that look all too familiar, a man hangs with his head between his shoulders. His arms are pulled up and his shoulders strain under the weight of his body. The man doesn’t have anything on his torso but his legs are still covered by a dirty pair of jeans. His bare feet dangle on the ground.
My muscles begin to unfreeze as the initial shock wears off and I look rapidly between Mick and the man in front of us. “Mick? What’s going on? Who is that?” I don’t recognize my voice as I ask the questions.
Mick turns his focus to me, his pupils dilated and lips parted. He reaches out a hand to brush along my cheek and I flinch away. Narrowing his eyes, he grips the braid at the nape of my neck. “This is how you earn your freedom, little bird.” I’m shaking my head, refusing to accept what he’s saying. He jerks my head back roughly by my hair. “You wanted to go home, this is how you do it. How you show me I can trust you.” He softens his tone but keeps a firm grip on me. “There’s no more running, baby. You either let your demon out to play with me, or we return to my home and I let mine out to play with you.”
I stare back at him, desperately trying to think of a way out of this situation.
No, no, no. You did it again. You let his sweet words and good looks lull you into a false sense of security. This man is evil, he’s pure evil, and you wanted to “get to know him better”.
I close my eyes and feel a tear trail down my cheek.
Maybe I deserve this, I obviously don’t have any self preservation skills. I let myself fall in his trap. Again.
I choke back a sob as I feel the finality of this moment.
It’s him or me.
Opening my eyes, I look hard at the man hanging unconscious in the too bright room.
