“Shall we break all his fingers?”
Sammy whimpers.
“Or smash out all his teeth so he can’t suck cock so well?”
“That makes it better, you idiot!”
“Does it?”
Breathe. I need to remember to breathe. And not to clench my jaw. I have to pretend I don’t give a fuck what they do to Sammy. It’s the only thing I can do to help.
Beady Eyes grins. “Let’s fuck him. Get all three of our cocks in there at once. Make sure this hole is never tight again.”
Bile burns my throat. Sammy’s eyes are wide. His face pale. He is a tough cookie, he has had to be. But this is pure evil. These thugs are the lowest of the low to even think such thoughts. Violating someone is the vilest of all sins.
One bastard rips off Sammy’s top. Sammy squirms desperately and cries out through his gag. The goons laugh.
I’m going to be sick. Their intent is washing over me. They are not bluffing. I don’t know where the money is. I can’t escape this chair. They’ve seen through my ploy of getting them to hurt me instead.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop this.
Come on, come on, wield magic with no hand gestures. Desperation could make it possible.
Power coils through me. Strong, but with no way to be directed. It swirls through my body, mind, and soul, churning like a whirlpool.
Pain lances through my head. Oh, for fuck’s sake. I can sense it now. They managed to fuck me up bad. Something is deeply wrong with my head. Either a fractured skull or a brain bleed. Either way, I’m done for. Unless I get to a hospital or a healer soon. Which doesn’t seem very likely.
Fuck. The injury is messing with my ability to wield magic. Added to the ropes binding me, I’m completely screwed. I don’t give a shit about dying, it is a way to escape these bastards, but I can’t go until I’ve helped Sammy.
Maybe a psychic plea? There might be some kindhearted paranormal close enough to hear?
Worth a try.
“Please, please help. I’m dying and my friend is being raped.”
I open my eyes only to see Sammy’s trousers being pulled down. My eyes slam shut again. I’m such a coward. I force my eyes to open. I don’t get to escape this when Sammy can’t.
Suddenly, all the strip lights flicker. Clicking ominously as they dim and brighten haphazardly.
The goons freeze and look around. Eyes wide. Faces painted with alarm.
The lights flicker again. They go off for a full second before blinking back on.
The shadows in the corners of the room thicken.
Warmth radiates throughout my body. My heart picks up pace, but now it is beating for an entirely different reason. A laugh bubbles out of me. Too fast, too high pitched. Too long. The goons stare at me, fear clear on their faces.
“Oh, you are so fucked!” I wheeze at them in between my maniacal laughter.
Gray crawls out of a shadow, onto the ceiling. His eyes are glowing red. The scent of piss fills the air as someone’s bladder gives up.
Gray drops gracefully down from the ceiling. He is wearing tiny denim shorts and a cute bunny tee-shirt. He looks gorgeous.
His eyes rake over me briefly, then he turns to the men holding Sammy. A deep, inhuman growl reverberates around the room. Then all hell breaks loose.
I look away. Blood flies past me. Was that a kidney? Another chuckle bubbles out of me.
Screams quickly turn to wet gurgles, which quickly turn to wet squelches. Now the only sound is Sammy’s panicked gasps.
