“I see why Harrison found her amusing. He said she fought like a little hellcat,” Mr. Presley said to Jim.
“Yeah, she’s one hell of a fighter. You gotta hold her legs down. She’s got a reputation for rendering a man useless for a couple of days. Hassan will break her of it,” Jim said confidently.
Mr. Presley chucked and stroked her cheek, making her jerk away from his touch. “No, that’s not the proper way to greet me,” he said. “Get on your knees.”
“Fuck you,” she gritted out, hoping for him to deal a final blow, putting her out of her misery.
He slapped her across the face and she laughed. “Is that all you got?” Rebecca reared back, punching him in the jaw.
Mr. Presley appeared startled, and then his face turned red with murderous rage. “Hold her down,” he ordered Jim.
Jim grinned, anticipating another round with Rebecca. He approached her, pulling out his weapon and holding it in front of her. She disarmed him in a heartbeat. Surprised by her instant reflex, she pointed the gun with shaky hands.
“Take a seat, you piece of shit.” She waved the gun toward Mr. Presley. “Grab the cord from the curtains and tie his hands up.”
“Are you letting this woman tell you what to do?” Mr. Presley exclaimed as he pulled his weapon. Rebecca shot him and watched as he struggled for air and fell to the floor. Jim leapt for the gun and tackled her to the ground. Tangled up in the silk and faux fur, she struggled to get out from under him. Jim punched her in the stomach, causing her to curl into a ball. He undid his trousers and loomed over her. Rebecca’s body cried out its refusal. It still hurt from the brutality of earlier, and the pent-up frustration from losing Megan crushed her very soul. She used what little strength she had left to push him off her and crawled for the gun. Jim grabbed her leg and twisted it painfully, making her scream. She refused to go back. Rebecca prepared herself to die as she kicked him in the face, making his broken nose bleed even more.
“You bitch. You’re gonna pay,” he growled as he pulled her under him. She twisted and turned, determined to get away when two strong hands pulled Jim off her. Momentarily stunned, she sobbed and crawled for the gun. She wasn’t allowing another man to rape her.
Rebecca pointed the gun, holding it with both hands. Her mouth dropped as shock took over, recognizing Julio. He seemed blind with rage as he pummeled Jim. His gun fell to the floor as the two men wrestled with one another. Jim, realizingJulio didn’t plan to stop, fought for his life. He dove for the gun as Rebecca pulled the trigger, shooting him in the leg.
Julio hauled him up. Jim spat on the floor as he hobbled. Julio didn’t treat him with care as he dragged him to the desk chair, making the man grunt in pain.
Rebecca held the gun on him as Julio retrieved his, placing it back behind his back. “Tell me where you took Megan,” she demanded.
Jim sneered at her. “You’ll never see her again. I made sure to tell her you’re the reason I needed to sell her.”
“Tell me the name of the buyer,” she insisted as Julio took the gun away from her.
Her chest heaved with mixed emotions. Why didn’t Julio show up yesterday? Megan disappeared, screaming her name. Rebecca didn’t want to think of what lies Jim told the scared little girl.
“I’m not telling you shit,” Jim said, laughing. “You’re a federal agent and you can’t hurt me.”
Rebecca noticed the iron poker by the fireplace and remembered how he branded her. She walked over, placing it into the fireplace, and walked over to the dresser, finding all kinds of sex toys. Grabbing the ball gag and two pairs of cuffs, she handcuffed him to the chair and struggled to put the ball gag in his mouth. His eyes shot fire at her when she managed to get it on. Rebecca returned to the fireplace, picking up the heated iron. She held it to his cheek as he screamed bloody murder.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked. “Let me hear you beg,” she snarled as she pressed it deeper into his skin. Jim struggled to pull away, but the cuffs held him down. “Do you want to talk now?”
He shook his head vigorously.
“Last chance, Jim,” she said, walking over to the fireplace to reheat the poker. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, makingher want to gag. She held it in to exact her revenge. “Remember, Hillary? You know the woman who took up too much air?” She picked up the poker again and pressed it to his stomach. The satisfying hiss of his skin burning seemed to feed her soul. She hoped Hillary saw it from above as she placed the poker back into the fire.
“Now, tell me about Megan,” she ordered as she ripped the ball gag from his mouth.
“She’s dead, you fucking bitch,” he said, pitching his head back and laughing.
A calmness settled over her as she moved toward the fireplace. The tip glowed a bright orange as she returned to Jim. “I don’t believe you. You wouldn’t waste an opportunity to make money.” She slowly moved the rod downward, making Jim’s eyes widen. She pressed it against his dick as she stared into his eyes. He fought and struggled against the chair as he screamed in agony. Rebecca threw the poker on the floor and grabbed him by the throat, cutting off his air. “You’ll never own me, you piece of shit.” She grabbed the gun from Julio and fired. Jim’s body jolted as each bullet hit him.
When she emptied the magazine, she dropped the weapon and cried, “I’ll see you in hell.”
Julio put his arms around her and held her. He closed his eyes as his hands stroked her hair. “Becca,” he whispered. “It’s really you.”
“Julio,” she choked out. “Did you get the women?”
“Yeah. Leo’s team is working on clearing the house. Jameson has the women in the library,” he said as he took off his jacket, wrapping it around her.
“What about the kids? Did you see them?” she asked desperately, pulling away. “There’s a little girl, named Megan. She has blonde hair and blue eyes, she’s underweight for her age,and wore pajamas the last time I saw her, but they were wet,” she blurted out.
“We have a group of kids. Patch and Knight have secured them in a van. Michael’s checking them out. She might be with them,” Julio informed her.
