“No, please, you can’t––”
“Oh, I think I can,” he says, cutting me off. “You see, I’ve been watching him for years, just waiting for my moment, and then you came along, and just like that, I knew how to hurt him so bad that he would never recover,” he says, and I grit my teeth to stop from screaming out.
“Just think how he will cope without his wife and his sister. Doesn’t bear thinking about really, does it?” he taunts, and I look at the guy that is supposed to love the both of them because they are his blood. He did not get Nate’s looks, he did not get Zoey’s compassion, he didn’t get either of their thirsts for life… all he got was a thirst for evil. I’ve known him all of a few minutes and I can see it as plain as day.
“It’ll make him careless to know that I have you both,” he says with a grin.
“Lucas, please don’t do this,” Zoey pleads, and I can hear the hurt and pain in her voice.
“Why not? Because we can all be one big happy family?” He laughs cruelly at her. “I don’t fucking think so. Now, take her away and make sure we hear her screams,” he says to the two guys, and then he’s stepping aside and we’re leaving the room, my heart pounding with terror, my body trembling with shock, anger and fear.
And then it comes to me.
The guy from Purity and his words from that night… “Hopefully the boss will let me, once I have delivered you to him because I would love nothing more than to fuck Nate Knowles’ woman.” Oh my God, his boss… he… Lucas. Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I haven’t thought of that until now. I could have passed that onto Nate, it was clearly fucking important… and now it’s too late. I can’t tell him anything because there is a very real possibility that I will never see him again.
How the fuck am I going to get out of this one?
How is anyone meant to warn Nate of what awaits him?
“Oh, and don’t worry, Kat… I’ll take good care of Nate once you’re gone… when he’s all alone and needs some attention… you know, before Lucas puts a bullet in his brain,” Jessica shouts from behind me, and I blink back the tears that sting the backs of my eyes. It’s no good crying, that won’t get me anywhere. Why would she go to all of this trouble to get Nate’s attention, just so Lucas could kill him?
It makes no sense, and clearly, she’s more fucked-up than I was led to believe.
I make sure to take in where we are going, because if there is any chance of me getting out of here, then I need to know where to go. I’m taken back down the stairs and then we’re moving through a door to the left and down more stairs, these ones concrete and a slow drip of water seeming to echo all around.
If these men touch me, then I would rather die anyway. I wouldn’t want to live after being tainted by them. I couldn’t bear to be with the memory of any other hands on me except for Nate’s.
Christ, I spent so much time hating him and not enough time loving him.
I wasted valuable minutes of our lives, and now it all feels like it was for nothing.
A lone lightbulb comes to life as we reach the bottom, and I see nothing except for a bed in the middle of––what appears to be––the basement.
There are handcuffs at the top and the bottom, the sheets are filthy, and the pillows have seen better days.
Fucking hell, how many women have they had down here?
I’m taken to the bed, and I fight with everything I have to try and get these guys off of me, but I end up led down, both hands and feet cuffed and spread apart.
They both look down on me, and the one to my right speaks first. “I get the first go.”
“No way, man, you had the first hit on the last one,” the other guy argues.
“Yeah, and good job too, because she was ruined once you’d had her,” the first guy says, and my eyes look around for anything that could distract them. But of course, there is nothing as it is bare. Nothing to help, nothing to take their attention off of me. Just a lonely old bed and a woman that got in way too deep cuffed to it.
“I hope you don’t mind a bit of pain, because I like to fuck with knives,” the second guy says and my heart plummets into my stomach. “Better than lube. Free-flowing and no need to keep reapplying.”
Oh my God.
No.
Please no.
This can’t be how I go out.
Nate, please come and rescue me. Please find me. Please get these men away from me.
But as more minutes tick by and the first guy whips out his dick, I feel the hope die inside of me. Guy number two rips my top in half and cuts through the middle of my bra, leaving my breasts exposed to them.
