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Panic and fear wash over me in a wave, nearly buckling my knees as I rush to the bars to peer around the corner, watching until they’re out of my sight.
“Hold on, Boo!” I scream. “Just hold on. Don’t let him fucking ruin you, baby. I will get you out of here!”
Just as I make that final promise, the heavy metal door at the end of the hall squeals and thumps closed with a heavy thud. Silence fills the air around me, draining the hope from my soul, leaving me powerless and filled with anguish.
BOO
A rope bitesinto my wrists. I watch the scene around me as if I’m simply a spectator, observing Alan as he drags my body from the cells, my bare ass covered in his cum, and plops my limp body onto a metal chair, binding me there in the center of the main room. All eyes turn to watch as he tightens the rope, grunting and puffing with his effort.
“The fuck is this?” Big Dick asks, approaching just as Alan finishes trying my feet to the chair. “If this your new idea of foreplay, man, fuck. Do it somewhere else. I don’t want to watch this shit.”
“I do,” one of the others says, laughing. “Can I make requests?”
“Fuck off, Bricker,” Alan growls. “That’s not what this is.”
“Care to enlighten us, then? You’ve fucked her up pretty good, man,” someone else says. “If you don’t want her anymore, I’ll take her off your hands.”
“Fuck off, all of you. She’s mine. This isn’t about her. It’s the Black Hood.” Alan pulls a bandana from his back pocket and stuffs it into my mouth. I gag at the intrusion of the filthy material, coming back to myself just enough to try to spit it out. Alan shoves it in even farther. “Spit that out, I’ll break your fucking jaw,” he orders, his finger in my face.
I know I should be afraid. This is likely the end for me, and for Priest. I should be terrified, fighting back, even, but I can’t. I can’t even muster up enough energy to struggle against my bindings.
Alan’s going to tell them about my phone call the other day. But why? What benefit does it have for him now? He’s got everything he wants. My spirit has finally been broken, and Priest is about to die. If he tells Big Dick about that phone call, it’s not only my ass on the line, but his as well for breaking club rules.
Big Dick looks on curiously. “Explain.”
“Boo here made a friend in the cells,” Alan informs him, turning his attention to him and the others. “You wanted leverage against that big bastard, and I fucking found it. It’s her.” Alan grabs my hair and yanks my head back. “You should’ve seen him. He was begging for me to stop fucking with her. She’s our ticket. We just have to punch it at the right time.”
Hot tears roll down my face as I come back to my body. This is really it. The end. There’s no way out of this. My resolve to stay alive is completely broken now. Priest’s voice repeating “I’m sorry” plays in my head like a broken record. Having him as an audience hadn’t stopped Alan. It had empowered him, and in doing so, stole what was left of my dignity, and the power I’d only recently found out I had. It’s all gone.
“We don’t need leverage,” Big Dick says, circling me like a Hyena playing with its prey, a deep frown wrinkling his face. “We have a plan. We know where the kid is. The preacher dies tomorrow and we move in. So, what’s your game here? You know we can’t kill this one.”
“We don’t have to kill her to break him. He just has to think we did.”
Big Dick frowns. “Again, I ask why. He’s dying tomorrow.”
“Because that fucker thinks he can get out of here. He thinks he has some sort of claim on my fucking bitch. Because he’s a Black Hood, and I want to make him squirm. I want to break that son of a bitch before he dies.”
Big Dick studies Alan for several seconds before nodding. “Why not? We got nothin’ going on tonight. Messing with the preacher might be fun. So, you want him to think what? That you killed her?”
“I want him to hear her screams,” Alan acknowledges, his voice a deep growl.
His eyes are dark. Darker than I’ve ever seen them before. Alan has put me through hell many times over the years, but he’s never looked as evil as he does right now. A cold chill creeps into my bones, sending shivers along my spine as I peer up at him in fear.
Big Dick stares at Alan a moment longer, mulling over his cruel words.Please, God. Please, don’t let them do this.
A cruel smile spreads across Big Dick’s face and he moves, pulling a long knife with a curved tip from the holster at his belt. The sharp edge of the blade gleams under the canister lights above as he runs his thumb across it, drawing blood. It’s razor sharp.
Any hope I might’ve had that Big Dick would put an end to this crazy assault evaporates as he approaches, twirling that knife in his hand before stopping with the tip barely touching my nose. I suck in a ragged breath, choking on the bandana in my mouth. With his free hand, Big Dick grabs the bandana and jerks it out.
“Please, don’t do this,” I plead, my voice cracking. “I don’t mean anything to him.”
Alan shifts forward, coming up next to Big Dick, and glares down at me. “You’re lying. A man doesn’t fight like that unless you mean something. You fucked him, didn’t you?”
“No!” I gasp.
“I could cut that pretty little throat of yours right now,” Big Dick says, the knife dropping to press against my neck while studying me from his position. “What has he told you, Boo? He tell you about my son?”
“No,” I sob. “You did. You all fucking did. Just because I’m your prisoner, doesn’t mean I don’t hear what’s going on around here.”
