“Please no…” Katie cried as Daniel made his way to her.
Daniel ran his hand over her breast. Even straining in the ropes, I couldn’t get to Katie. “I think I’ll take you first to take the edge off. That’ll give me time to really play with Cyrus.”
My throat filled with bile. He wasn’t hurting Katie anymore. If I could get him to focus on me, maybe I could keep him occupied so he wouldn’t touch her. She’d already been through too much.
Her face was black and blue along with parts of her body. I didn’t know what they did to her in that warehouse, but whatever it was, she was in agony from it. Me leaving got us into this mess.
Hating what I was about to do, I sucked in a deep breath and hoped like hell I’d come out on the other end. I went for it.
Clearing my throat, I tried to sound sultry, but probably sounded like an idiot as I cooed, “Hey, Daniel. I’ve been waiting for you to come rescue me.” His head turned toward me as he stilled, his hand on Katie. Please, for the love of Pete, let him buy this shit because it was about to get deep. And please don’t lose your lunch; it’ll blow the whole seduction thing. “See when I left, I always regretted not spending time with you. How you’d be in bed. I know girls aren’t supposed to think that way, but you were so strong. Come over here,” I taunted, fighting down the revolt inside my stomach as it flipped and flopped.
His eyes narrowed, and my heart thundered. “You’re a lying bitch.”
This one was going to be a doozy of a lie, but I had to roll with it. Everything inside me screamed for me not to go there. With no real choice, I did. “Feel how wet I am for you.”
Knowing I wasn’t wet, I had to think on my feet and only came up with one solution. I released a little bit of pee. It wasn’t enough for him to smell it, I’d hoped, but enough that when he felt me, he’d know I wasn’t lying. The one plus side of having a kid, peeing on command was no longer an obstacle.
Please work. Please work.
My knees knocked, and it took my willpower to get them to stop. Either way this ended up would be bad. Either he’d figure out it was pee, or he’d take it as an open invitation to have me whatever way he wanted.
The only win was he was focused on me and not Katie.
Worry and dread filled me. I didn’t feel the pee trickle down my leg which was a good sign. While having his hands on me was the last thing I wanted in my entire life, I had to do this to protect Katie. If that meant having sex with Daniel, I’d hate every second of it, but so be it.
I would find a way for us to get out of here. That was for damn sure. No way in hell would I go down without a fight. The Ravage MC had taught me that.
Having my limbs tied was a big problem, and I needed to get them loose. Even with all these men around, there had to be something I could do.
I prayed that Micah had found out where we were, but since he wasn’t here, I had to protect us as best as possible.
Daniel stepped closer to me, eyeing me warily. “So, I touch you, you’ll be wet for me?”
I felt the slickness from the urine and answered boldly, “Of course. Try me.”
“Ens…” Katie started, but I gave her a scathing look to shut the hell up. This was not the time for her to be talking. Her lips clamped shut.
“You’re dry as a bone. You won’t like the consequences,” Daniel fired back, obviously knowing my play but too damn curious to let it go. This was too big of a challenge for him.
Plastering on a fake smile, I tried to give him a sultry look. He was utterly repulsive, and the only way I was able to do it was by picturing Micah in his place.
Micah.
We’d finally became a family, and here I was tied up and about to be touched by a mad man. This was not how it was supposed to go.
Micah would hate me for what I was about to do, but I didn’t see any other option. It seemed as though buying time wasn’t going to help, so this had to work.
“Come try,” I seduced, being repulsed by him.
He stepped up, lifted his hand, and clutched my vagina hard, his finger penetrating inside of me. It was unyielding and abrasive, not to mention seriously uncomfortable. All I could think about was cutting it off and ramming it up his ass. Instead, I gave a breathy gasp as if he was turning me on. I wasn’t an actress, but today had to be my best performance.
“You are fuckin’ wet. Inside and out.”
This only made me want to yack more, but it was what I wanted, for him to think he'd turned me on. I could and would use my body to save my sister. She’d given up everything for me, and I would do the same for her. We would get out of here.
“Told you.” I shook at the ropes, trying to push my naked body closer to him. The feel of his shirt on my nipples was anything but nice, more like sandpaper. I played it up, though, trying to get my crotch close to him. It was what he wanted from me anyway, to be his breeding factory.
Pulling on the ropes, I maneuvered myself as close to him as I could. I just needed him to untie me. Maybe if I played it up that I wanted to touch him, he would.
Inside I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, letting all the rage, frustration, and sadness out of my body. Currently it was threatening to have a mind of its own and take me down with it.
Do it!
While the men around us watched with avid fascination, I darted my focus away from them, peering over Daniel’s shoulder. If I got loose, I’d need something to protect us with. A knife would be preferable, but there was nothing sharp I could see. One of these assholes had to have something sharp!
His hand came to my chin and held it tight, our eyes meeting. I had no idea what he saw in mine. I just hoped it wasn’t my true feelings. His lips touched mine, and I had to hold in my tears as his garbage mouth kissed me. Trying to kiss him back, I felt repulsed with myself. How could I be doing this shit? How could I even attempt this seduction?
Survival, plain and simple.
“Knew you wanted it,” he growled, wiggling his digit inside of me. It hurt like a mother. He was not gentle by any means, but I wiggled my body as though it was the best feeling on the planet. It made me pause and wonder if this was how he was with all of his women. Why I’d think of this at this time, I had no clue.
“Of course.”
His lips started at my neck and moved down to my breasts. He took a tip in his mouth and sucked painfully hard. While I wanted to cry out in pain, somehow I was able to hold it in and make some sort of pleasure sound. At least I hoped it was.
I maneuvered my body once again, hoping that he’d take the hint to untie me. It wasn’t happening, and with his hands roaming over my naked body, I wanted to kill this man.
How dare he touch me… That was all the men here thought about. Getting a wife and knocking them up. Over and over again. He was the same as all the rest.
A bastard fuck who thought the world revolved around him, his wants, and needs.
Frustration started to boil up as he moved from one breast to the other, then he stuck his fingers back inside me. This time it was two, and it felt as though he was rubbing an SOS pad inside of me.
Not enough piss in the world would lube me up enough to deal with this asshole.
I kept tugging on the ropes this time with my legs as well. And again, nothing. He was either blind or didn’t give a fuck. I was going with both.
There it was, sitting on a tray off to the right. It was sharp, and I hoped like hell it would do what needed to be done.
I said words I never thought would come from my lips to Daniel. “I want to wrap my limbs around you when you plant your seed.”
Do not throw up, Ens. Do not. Keep that shit down. Plant his seed. Seriously, Ens?
He lifted his head and studied me, brow knit. “This another trick of yours?”
“I didn’t lie about being wet. A woman can only get wet if they were turned on. I’m therefore turned on and want this to be good.” Liar … liar … liar… I do not want your filthy paws on me or anywhere near me. You nasty piece of shit!
“Legs only,” he ordered, stepping away and motioning with his hand for some of his minions to come forward. He barked orders at them, and my legs were freed, feet standing on the cold cement floor. It was a start, not where I needed it to be, but a start. We needed to celebrate the small miracles. It was the only way to keep going.
Daniel stepped forward. “Now you can wrap those luscious legs around me while I fuck you.”
He began to pull his belt fully out of his dress pants, the strap falling to the ground. I needed to stall. Stall. Stall. Stall.
Think, woman. Think!
His lips touched mine again as he picked my legs up by my thighs, all the weight of my body going into my shoulders. While it did hurt, I might have overexaggerated when I broke away from the kiss and cried out loudly in pain.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at me up and down like he actually cared.
“My shoulder. I think I pulled it out of place. Help me.” I really did not have this damsel in distress thing down and hoped he wouldn’t catch on. Living on my own and protecting Remy, I’d had to grow a thick skin. The damsel thing was not me.
Manipulation. Hell, whatever worked. Please let this work, dammit.
I needed to get him to release me and over to that small table. I’d worry about everyone else around me later. They were all following Daniel’s orders, and I didn’t think they’d interfere. At least not yet.
“Arms,” Daniel barked, and as my wrists were untangled, I cried out in real pain. Who knew how long I’d been hanging there, and pins and needles pricked at my skin hard and fierce. The limbs fell in front of me as I tried to rub them and wake them up.
Body, do not fail me now.
Daniel touched my shoulder, and I cried out again, this time for pretend. If he thought I was hurt, it would give me a small advantage.
“Can I lay down please?” I asked it demurely as if I’d completely given into him and what he wanted. That I just wanted to be comfortable.
“Of course. We need you well to carry our child.”
Idiot. Stupid fucking idiot. He’d already told me he would have all his buddies take their turns with me. That my friend, would not be keeping me well.
My mind raced back to all those true crime stories Katie had listened to from this Bailey Sarin chick. Katie listened to her every Monday and had roped me into it on several occasions. The woman did her makeup while telling a true-life crime story, and some of that shit was wacked. Interesting, but there were some seriously fucked up people out there.
There were so many different stories she told, but one that stuck out was a stabbing.
I babied my shoulder, making him and everyone else, hopefully think I was wounded and wouldn’t be able to fight back.
Carotid artery. That was what I needed to find. It was in the neck, if I remembered correctly. It grossed me out, but I was going to do it. This wasn’t about me as a person or how I’d feel about doing anything and everything to protect us.
No, this was survival. To stay among the living, I had to do whatever it took, even if the consequences of it kept me up at night. At least I’d still be alive for my little girl.
Sucking in a deep breath, I went for it, pure adrenaline taking over and guiding my actions.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. One moment Daniel was carrying me, and the next I was on my feet, and gunshots rang out. Not looking to see where they'd come from, I grabbed the needle from the IV bag off the small table just as Daniel put his arm around my chest and pulled me to him.
My heart beat out of my chest as I looked over to Dryerson, but he was alone. Sure, he had a gun, but there were twenty or so men down here. He couldn’t take them all on.
“Who the fuck are you?” Daniel barked, jostling me around and using me as a human shield. I clutched the needle in my hand, waiting. He had to give me an opening. As he jostled me around, I feared I’d drop the damn needle. It was my last hope.
You’ve got one shot at this. Aim for the center of the neck, between the front and back. Do it hard, and pull the needle down. If you have to, keep stabbing in and out of the same spot to make the hole bigger.
Never in my wildest imagination did I ever think those words would come from my brain. I was actually planning on taking another human’s life.
Could I do it?
One look at Katie who was crying and pleading with Dryerson, and I learned I could. I banished every thought from my head except the task in front of me. Therefore, I took my shot.
Stomping on Daniel’s foot as hard as I could with bare feet, unaware, he grunted and loosened me just a bit. I turned, the look of surprise on the man as I took the needle and plunged it into his throat, yanking down hard. Not once. Not twice. No, I didn’t count the number of times I'd stuck him, and I didn’t stop until the man had rivers of blood coming from his neck. Nothing else mattered in that moment besides making sure Daniel was incapacitated.
Daniel fell to the ground, his hands around his neck trying to stop the blood flow and not having much luck considering it was flowing through his fingers.
As I looked down at him, I felt as though I was out of my body, hovering over him in some crazy way. Like I didn’t just do that, someone else did, and I had watched. That my hands were clean of what had just happened.
Logically I knew I did, but illogically, no.
My hand was covered in Daniel’s blood, the reality of what I’d just done hitting me hard. I’d really done it. I’d killed a man.
“What the hell!” I heard a couple of Daniel’s minions say, snapping me out of my thoughts and putting me to action. One threat was dealt with, but the others were not.
Quickly, I moved to Katie and stood behind Dryerson who was shielding her. Undoing her restraints, she fell to the ground, and I tried grabbing her to cushion the fall, but I didn’t get there in time. She hit her knees hard on the floor.
“Where’s Micah!” I screamed at Dryerson as the men in the room advanced on us. They were like a swarm of bees ready to attack. This was going to be bad. Really, really bad.
There was no way Dryerson had enough bullets in his gun to take all of these men down.
What the hell were we going to do now?
Picking up Katie under her arms didn’t go as planned. I wasn’t the superwoman I thought I was and had to drag her feet a bit on the ground because I couldn’t pick her all the way up. But I didn’t want Dryerson to take his eyes off the men coming our way, so I started dragging her away.
“Down!” I heard from behind me as loud pops rang out in the room. Micah stood there, gun in hand and smoke billowing from the barrel as I fell on top of a screaming Katie.
I wanted to feel relief, but the fear and my actions today completely took me over, and my body began to convulse. What have I done?