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Shit. My ears are working too.
One of those cumwipes is talking. And when I’m finally able to concentrate on the words, I realize he’s torturing Alix, cutting off her fucking clothes.
I can’t stand. I can’t even sit. I can’t rip my hands free from these goddamn ties, even though I try and lose a layer of skin.
Think, asshole. Just think.
But my brain is locked twenty years in the past, and I’m trapped in a metal hut, where I know I’ll die if I step over the chalked line around me. I can taste the reeking bodies at the back of my throat, and sweat breaks out of every pore like I really am in Kenya and the blood beneath the zip-ties might already be infected with Ebola.
The Beast detonates inside my skull.
That Herzog bastard had his hands all over me. His fingers were on my wrists. He leaned against me with his full body weight, doing his best to crush my throat with the barrel of his fucking gun.
I’m filthy and I’m doomed and the flesh is going to rot off my bones if I don’t find a way to bleed off the Beastnow. I clench my fists, but that isn’t enough. I hit my head against the base of the refrigerator, but the animal inside me won’t give up. I tense every muscle in my body—seize, release, seize, release—five times until my ribs are screaming and my swollen eye is bursting and every nerve in my body is on fire.
The Beast reluctantly accepts my offering. It retreats. For now.
Panting, I lie on the floor and try to recover. But my heavy breathing isn’t enough to mask the animals in the dining room. They’re telling Leo to do something. Fucking Leo Key.
My shoulder is pressing into something hard, something that hurts. It takes me longer than it should to realize I’m lying on a corner of the cheese board. That isn’t rocket science. They must have really done a number on my head.
But if the cheese board’s here, then the plates are too. And maybe the old-fashioned glass I threw against the wall when I told Alix to get my gun. If the plates or glass broke… If there’s an edge sharp enough to cut plastic…
I can’t find them, if they’re even there. But as I grope across the floor, jackknifing like an electrocuted inchworm, I find something better.
The carving knife. The one I used to slice last night’s leftover steak.
Alix is sobbing now, making sounds that don’t seem human. They must have her in a gag, an O-ring, the type she hates.
I have to hurry. I can’t hurry. If I drop the knife, I may never be able to pick it up again.
I wedge the blade between my hip and the counter. I twist my arms until my shoulders shriek. My bruised—broken?—ribs holler in protest, but I tell them they can shut the fuck up, as I saw my wrists against the blade.
My hands slip, and the knife bites into my skin.Motherfucker!Now there’s fresh blood in the mix, making everything slippery, a thousand times worse.
Alix moans, and the cumstains in there start to laugh. They’re big men, but they’re giggling, and I swallow down puke as I shove my wrists against the knife again.
The zip-tie catches. I press hard, ignoring the scream in my shoulders.
The bond breaks.
But it’s not the only one. The fuckwits doubled up on me. No wonder my fingers feel like they’re made of oak.
Alix screams. She’s trying to say words, but I can’t make them out. All I hear is pure terror.
I crash my hands down against the knife. I find the second zip-tie. I separate my wrists as much as I can, giving myself the greatest purchase, and I lean my entire body weight against the blade.
My hands pop free.
I feel like I’m wearing mittens, but I scramble for the knife. It takes four tries, but I cut the ties around my ankles.
I pull myself to my feet using the counter. My toes are as numb as my fingers. I feel like I’m stumbling over boulders. But I grip the carving knife and I stagger into the dining room, braced for whatever I find there.
No.
I’m not braced.
I can never be braced for the sight of Jonas Herzog holding a knife between Alix’s legs. I can never be braced for Ansel Herzog hunched over the pair of them, his cock bobbing like a deranged seesaw as one hand pumps away like a hundred-horsepower engine. The other grips another blade.
