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“Your biker friend who was working on the camera I broke?”
Bile rises up my throat at the evil grin that spreads across his face.
“Where is he?”
“In the dumpster, where trash belongs.”
My heart plummets.
No. No, no, no. Little Man can’t be dead.
“And that’s where you’ll be when I’m done with you.” He smirks. “But not before sending your boyfriend something to remember you by.”
He grabs a fistful of hair and forces me to my feet before throwing me down on the bed. I try to scramble away, roll off the other side, but he yanks me back by my ankle.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsks. “Not so fast.”
“Why are you doing this?”
He laughs bitterly. “Are you that stupid?” It’s a rhetorical question, so I don’t respond. “Minnie is dead because of Satan’s Legacy. You were the easiest target, so I’m taking my pound of flesh from you.”
“If you loved her so much, why was she a whore for the club?”
Shut up, Kennedy! Don’t antagonize him.
“She was what she was long before I met her. I didn’t care who she spread her legs for, as long as she came home to me.”
Wow.
“Ya wanna know what else?”
“W-what?”
“Your boyfriend fucked my girlfriend, so it’s only fair that I get to fuck you.” He nods. “Yeah, I’m gonna have a little fun before I kill you.”
He starts to unbuckle his belt one-handed, keeping his other hand wrapped around my ankle. When he shoves his pants down, his flaccid penis hangs between his legs like a limp noodle.
Using the leg he’s not restraining, I kick him in the balls, and he stumbles backward with a shout.
“Help!” I scream as I get to my feet and try to make a break for it. “Help me!”
“You stupid bitch!” he seethes, yanking me back by my hair and forcing me to the bed again.
He pulls a knife out of his pocket and presses the blade to my throat.
“Do that again and see what happens,” he taunts, cutting into my flesh.
Blood trickles down my skin, but I force my mind to ignore it. He takes several lengths of twine out of his other pocket and ties my hands and feet to the bed posts, putting me on display like some sacrificial virgin.
I try to fight him, to kick and punch and scream. But nothing works. All I get for my trouble are more cuts across my chest and rope burns on my wrists and ankles.
After I’m tied up, he starts to jack himself off, I assume in an effort to get it up. I turn my head away and lie perfectly still, praying to a God I fucking hate for Dip to realize I haven’t texted him and save me.
Chapter27
Dip
“Answer the phone, dammit!”
