“Oh well thanks I guess,” I let out bitterly, raising the glass in a toast.
My hand feels heavy as I put the glass back onto the side table. I can feel Lucas’s eyes on me, as if he’s waiting for something.
“Whath are you loothing ath?”Why can’t I talk properly?
He grins. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.”
“Wath?”What the fuck?
The door opens and three other men walk in. I try to cover up my almost naked body, but my limbs won’t work.
I’m shaking with fear now, true terror creeping in.
My head spins.
Lucas leans down to whisper in my ear, his hot breath dancing over my skin. “Did you really think youcould fool me?”
“I doth know whath you’re thalking abouth.”
He barks out a laugh as he takes hold of my hands and binds them to the bed with a rope. It cuts into my wrists as I try to struggle but my whole body feels too heavy.
“I don’t need your confession, I already know enough.” His grin is terrifying. “Now, you’ll die, and I’ll get all your money,wife.”
Now I’m paralyzed not just by whatever is happening to me, but by his words. I knew he was a monster. But he’s going to kill me?
“Lucath. D… donth.” I wish my words would come out properly.
A tear slips down my cheek, then more.
Each man has one of my limbs now tied down, I feel exposed and vulnerable, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
I squeeze my eyes shut as the realization of what’s about to happen hits me. My breathing comes out in shallow gasps, it feels like I’m suffocating on the air.
“Pleath,” I whimper as someone’s finger shoves roughly inside me.
I open my eyes to see Lucas with a maniacal grin on his face. He leans down, his breath caressing my ear as he speaks. “You’ll be begging for death by the time we’re done with you.”
Pain.
There’s nothing but pain.
Someone’s hands come under my bruised and battered body, then I’m hoisted into the air.
“Cover her,” someone hisses, but I’m too out of it to work out who is speaking.
Something is draped over my body, and then we’re moving. I don’t open my eyes, I can’t. But I know we’re outside once I feel the cool air lick my skin.
I’m dropped onto something solid, and a small cry leaves my lips as pain erupts through me. Every part of me aches, though the physical pain is nothing compared to the pain in my mind.
We’re in a car. I feel the engine purr to life, feel the movement of the vehicle. My stomach heaves, but I’ve already thrown up everything inside me, so I’m just gagging and crying and desperate for air.
I don’t know how long it is before the car stops moving and there’s the sound of the door opening.
“Are we sure we should be doing this?” a worried voice says.
Someone else grunts, “You’re having second thoughts? Really?”
“No,” the voice snaps. “But what if she doesn’t die? Shouldn’t we do it ourselves?”
