I was shocked as shit when the guard unclasped the collar from around my neck then pulled the metal cage off my cock. I was so far gone, I couldn't even feign an interest in someone playing with my dick.
The guy wrapped a blanket around me then lifted me up in his arms. "It's time to get you out of here."
I whimpered, just knowing I was going to be given over to whoever had purchased me. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life as some pervert's slave. I'd fight it, which meant I'd be punished or killed.
I wasn't sure that was such a bad thing at this point.
"I know you're hurting, but don't make any noise."
What?
"If they hear us and catch us, we're both going to pay for it with our lives."
My eyes flickered to the dark-haired guard.
"I know you don't trust me, but just this once, I need you to." His face was so solemn, but he was right. I didn't trust him. I didn't know if this was another one of Atkins; tricks. "Atkins called the buyer this morning and he's on his way to get you. If we're lucky, I'm going to get you out of here before he arrives."
"Wh—" I swallowed hard, trying to bring some moisture to my parched throat. "Why do you care?" I rasped out.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Probably not.
The guy opened the door and peeked out before carrying me out of the room. "You have to be really quiet."
Like I could be loud right now.
Hey look, I had enough energy to roll my eyes.
Yay me!
Chapter Eight
Things were kind of a blur after that. I'm pretty sure I faded in and out of consciousness because I remember looking up at a white ceiling, and then the next thing I knew, all I could see was the night sky and a sliver of the moon.
At one point, the night sky disappeared, and I saw the felt-like fabric of a car ceiling above me. There was a soft hum and the slightly jerky movements of a car driving down the road. I knew I was being taken somewhere. I just had no clue as to where.
I must have moved or made a sound because the guy who'd carried me out of hell glanced back at me from the front of the car. "Just hang on a little longer. We're almost there."
Almost where?
I almost didn't want to know. I had no idea what this guy's agenda was. He worked for Atkins. That right there made me not trust him. He had kidnapped me. That made me hate him. He had stood by and watched as I was tortured. That made me want to kill him.
I don't know how much time passed before we stopped. The guard climbed out of the car and quietly closed the door. His footsteps faded as he walked away. I struggled to sit up, determined to use this opportunity to get away or get help. I was good either way.
I just got my hand on the door handle when the back door opened and the guy climbed back into the car.
I wanted to cry.
The car moved again, but only briefly. This time, when the man climbed out of the car, he opened the back door and pulled me out.
"Why are you doing this?" My voice was raspy and barely more than a murmur. "Please, just let me go."
Yep, I had officially reached begging stage.
The man pressed his lips together instead of answering me.
Afraid of what was coming, I closed my eyes. I didn't want to watch as I was carried off to be tortured somewhere else or as I was delivered to whoever had bought me.
