Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“Lock the door, Sawyer,” he commanded again.
The door shut and I flicked the lock, but he wasn’t gone long. Ten minutes later, I jumped as someone pounded on the door.
“It’s me.”
Jake.
“That was fast.” I fumbled for the lock, throwing open the door.
He came in, carrying the girl. She was struggling, her feet kicking in the air, and he grunted as he shifted his weight so she was higher in the air.
“Let me go!” she screamed.
“Lock the door,” he said, gruffly, as he dumped her on the couch.
“You assfuck pubic hair on a grandpa’s balls.” She tried crawling away, but Jake pinned her down.
She screamed again, twisting around, and she went to scratch his face.
He hissed, jerking his head out of the way, and grabbed her wrist. “Stop it,” he growled. She tried with the other and he caught that one too. As he yanked both arms back, her scream went up a whole octave and I gritted my teeth, my eardrums bleeding. He let go of her arms enough that he could grab them from a different angle.
“Sawyer, my cuffs.”
“Huh?”
She was still bucking, and he grunted, keeping her in place. He indicated his wallet. “On the table, over there. There’s a pair in a drawer.”
Cuffs? At his girlfriend’s house? I sneered, forgetting what was happening in front of me for a whole thirty seconds because I was forgetting his ex was also a cop. My mind went to a dirtier reason those cuffs were here.
Now I was nauseous and rageful.
“Fuck you both,” the girl spat out. “You are so fucked. You really messed up. You have no clue—”
That brought me back to the present. I grimaced as I picked up the handcuffs using only my pinkie and walked them over.
Jake took them, an exasperated expression on his face. “Are you kidding me?”
The girl was still yelling threats, but I tuned her out. “I don’t know where those have been.”
“I put them there last night. Jesus Christ.” He snapped them in place on her wrists. She stopped bucking and began muttering variations of the same threat over and over under her breath, her face pressed into the couch cushions.
We were going to die.
My spine was going to be yanked out through the skin.
My eyeballs would be fed to Jake and his dick would be cut off and forced down my throat. After the pubic hair comment, these were less colorful, but once the cuffs were in place, she stopped physically fighting.
Jake stood up and hauled her up. Her face had lines from the cushions and some of her hair fell over her eyes, but she blew out an angry puff of air. If looks could kill, we’d be in hell by now. “You guys have no clue—”
“Actually, we do.” Jake waited until she was steady on her feet. Once she was, he marched her back into the bedroom, letting her sit on the edge of the bed as he went back to checking the room once more. Déjà vu. The window was relocked, and the rest of the room passed his search. Joining me at the door, he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
She continued to scowl as she moved around to face us. “What do you want?”
I searched her, but there was no fear. There should’ve been fear. “You’re not scared of him.”
Her eyes flickered. “What?”
“I thought—”
Jake moved, his arm grazed against mine.
I shut up and moved back. “Never mind.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “You both will be killed for taking me. Whenever you’re done with whatever freaky shit you’re into, no matter what you do to me, he will kill you.”
I glanced Jake’s way. His eyes were intent on her.
“He will hunt you down like you’re prey, and he will relish it. After that, he’ll torture you for weeks. Months, maybe.” She met Jake’s gaze and motioned to me with her chin. The ends of her mouth curved down. “He’ll let his men rape her in front of you. When she’s begging to be put out of her misery, you don’t want to know how he’ll prolong her torture. You, he’ll remove every piece of your body one by one. He’ll take your organs out while you’re breathing and he’ll keep you alive until the very last one. He’ll dig your heart out with a toothpick, and he’ll do it fucking humming to some sick song that’s only in his head.” She slumped down on the bed. “You dug your graves by doing this.”
Jake didn’t blink. “You done?”
Her eyebrows pinched together. “I’m not lying. You don’t even know who I’m talking—”
“Creighton Lane.”
His words stopped her and her head lifted again. “You know about him?”
“Yeah,” Jake taunted, softly. “He’s the reason we took you.”
A shadow crossed over her face for a second. “What’s wrong with you people? I’m telling you what’s going to happen. Your best shot, if you want to make it out of this alive, is to let me go. I’ll give you the time it takes me to get to my apartment before I call him. You’ll have that time for a head start out of here.”