Macy completed the healing, and Alaina sat up, dehydrated and beaten badly.
“He keeps grabbing me by my hair,” she said, rubbing the back of her head.
Macy tore off another piece of her dress and gathered up Alaina’s hair, fashioning it into a tight bun as she’d seen Titus do many times.
“He’s going to be back soon,” Alaina said. “I need to rest.”
“No. I need you to get up.”
Confusion crossed Alaina’s face, and Macy pointed upward. “We can get a piece of pipe and use it as a weapon.”
Alaina gave her a lopsided grin, her lip terribly swollen, then got to her feet.
She jumped to try to reach the pipe, but it sat too high for her, as well.
“I’ll lift you up,” she said.
Grasping her arms around Macy’s waist, she heaved her upward, and Macy would have laughed if the situation hadn’t been so dire. She’d seen Megan try to lift Killian, and it felt similar to their antics.
With her little boost, Macy could reach the pipe.
“I’ve got it!”
“I’m going to let you go and hopefully, your weight will break it.”
Alaina stepped aside, leaving Macy dangling from the pipe. She tried to pull herself up, hoping the pressure would help pop it.
A moment later, she came crashing down to the cement, landing on her butt. She gasped at the pain radiating through her lower back, but at least she had a piece of pipe in her hand. She waited for a gush of water, but none came. It made sense. Why would he keep the water going in a death house?
“Are you okay?” Alaina asked, helping her to her feet.
“I’ll live.”
She would not complain about a bruised tailbone to Alaina, not after all she’d been through.
The pipe had broken unevenly, giving them a very sharp point about three inches long.
Alaina sat down and leaned her back against the wall as she shut her eyes.
“I’m so tired.”
Macy worried Aliana was going into some type of shock as she began to shake. She’d been badly beaten, and she needed water and rest.
“Next time he comes in, you take the pipe and kill him.”
Alaina glanced over at her. “And where am I supposed to hide two feet of pipe, Macy? In case you didn’t notice, my clothes have been ripped off.”
Of course. She really hadn’t thought that one through.
“Then, we’ll—”
This time, she heard the footsteps approaching, and she stood up and shoved the pipe up the back of her dress and put one end in her underwear to hold it in place.
She leaned up against the wall just as the door opened.
Alaina had been dishing out just as much as she’d taken. His face was a battered mess with a swollen eye and lip, the side of his face turning purple.
“Let’s go, you cunt,” he growled as Alaina stood up.
Looking over at Macy, he grinned. “Say goodbye to your friend. She’s going to die right now, and then I’m coming back for you.”
He pointed the gun at Alaina, and she walked toward him, stopping directly in front of him.
“I’m not going anywhere, Daniel.”
“We’ll see about that.”
As they walked out, Daniel pulled the door behind him. Macy ran over and stopped it before it locked. Taking out the pipe, she took a deep breath and waited for the courage to do what she needed to do.
It had better come quickly because they had run out of time.