Georgia quickens her pace, pursuing her pleasure. I come undone, my heart shattering into a million pieces as I watch Ryan’s body convulse as he comes inside of her.
Both of them are consumed by rapid, ragged breaths as AJ comes into sight beside them. He aims his dick at Ryan’s face and spurts his cum all over it. Georgia laps it up, swallowing the blood mixed with come, like she was starving for it.
Tears stream from my face as an eerie silence settles in the room momentarily. Ryan hangs his head in humiliation.
“Now for the grand finale!” Georgia claps her hands cheerfully.
AJ sneaks the knife back into Georgia’s hand, and without warning, she swings the knife over her head and hurls it with all of her strength, right into Ryan’s jugular vein.
Suddenly, my vision narrows, and the world tilts around me. I sit frozen, overwhelmed by the scene before me, words trapped in my throat until my screams finally tear through the room.
“No, no, no, no, NO!” I wail.
Everything suddenly stops—time, my thoughts, my ability to breathe.
Enormous amounts of blood puddle around Ryan.
I scream more, losing all sense of remaining sanity as I struggle to get to him.
AJ fists his hair on top of his head, stretching it up, and his eyes are devoid of life. “If your boyfriend’s dead, does that make you single?” Both of them burst out laughing.
Chills slither up my body at the gruesome scene, not able to comprehend that Ryan is dead.
“Well, we’ve got supplies to pick up; hope you don’t mind us taking your side-by-side.” AJ tosses the keys up and catches them. “I guess it doesn’t matter since the owner is dead.”
Their feet pad along the floor, and the door is ripped open as they exit the room.
Paralyzed with utter shock that Ryan is dead, I blink profusely, willing him to move and come back to me.
Of course, he doesn’t.
A faint noise jostles me. I suspect it to be the side-by-side roaring away.
Clarity floods over me, and I sharpen my focus on my restraints.
Feeling nothing but gut-wrenching agony and fury, I detect that my right wrist is loose.
Somehow, it must have loosened at some point.
My mind has been a jumbled mess since being in this room that I didn’t even realize.
The idea of escaping takes over the forefront of my mind.
Straining my neck as far as it will go, I latch onto the leather cuff with my teeth.
My mind replays what they did, how they took the love of my life away from me. With a burning rage, I wrestle with the cuff harder.
My teeth ache, but I don’t give a fuck, I keep going.
Biting off a piece of the leather, I spit it out of my mouth, and with every bit of power I can muster, I pull my wrist down, and it slips through. I’m shocked that it worked.
I unlatch my other wrist hastily, then work on my legs, which take a bit longer to squeeze out of the table boots.
My hands are shaking, knowing I don’t have a second to spare.
Finally, they release, and I carefully put one foot on the floor, composing myself. Blood rushes to my head, and I move the other foot, staggering.
Tears drip down my face as I approach Ryan. “I love you more than anything, Ryan. I don’t want to leave you, but I don’t have a choice. You wouldn’t want me to give up; you’d want me to fight.” I sob as I kiss him on the forehead, closing my eyes, wanting this goodbye to last longer.
