He had her hooked under one arm and was dragging her toward a huge metal building set apart from the rest of his structures she could see around her. He must have taken her back to his ranch because they were vaguely familiar.
The building he was taking her to looked more like a warehouse than a barn—long and low and built from dull silver panels reinforced with dark support beams. Frost rimed the lower edges of the exterior and a strange vapor drifted around the seams of the door.
A freezer, Kiera realized with a fresh stab of fear. A meat locker. What else could it be?
No. No, no, no–she couldn’t let him take her in there!
“What…why are you bringing me in here?” she managed, more awake now and getting more frightened by the second.
Higgs only grinned.
“You’ll see.”
Then he kicked the metal door open.
A blast of freezing air hit her in the face and Kiera gasped. It was like being slapped with winter itself—dry and bitter and sharp enough to steal her breath for a moment. The cold cut straight through her t—shirt and jeans as though they weren’t even there. It woke her up fast, though. Fast enough that when Higgs dragged her over the threshold, she was horrified enough to truly understand where she was.
It was his slaughter freezer.
Huge metal rails ran the length of the ceiling, and from them hung skinned, split carcasses of the two—headed canthors Higgs raised and butchered. Their flesh was dark and glossy in places, frosted white in others. Green blood had dripped and pooled below them and frozen into slick dark puddles on the concrete floor.
The whole place smelled of iron and cold fat and old death.
Kiera gagged and barely managed to keep from getting sick. Oh God, this was horrible! She struggled again but it was useless–she couldn’t get away when she was tied like this. There was nothing she could do as Higgs dragged her deeper into the freezer.
Cold air blew all around her, making her shiver. The sound of the refrigeration units was a constant low mechanical roar, broken now and then by an icy hiss from vents running along the back wall. Somewhere deeper inside the freezer, a chain clinked softly against metal.
Higgs hauled her farther in and dropped her with no ceremony at all against the freezing wall opposite the hanging carcasses.
Pain shot up her spine and she bit back a cry.
“What are you doing? Why are we here?” she demanded, trying to make her voice strong.
“Just going to leave you here until you cool down some, girly,” Higgs told her. “I find that spending some time in the deep freeze tends to make all the girlies a lot happier to see me when I come to get them again.”
Kiera stared at him in horror. All the girlies?
“What are you talking about?” she demanded, the last of the drugged grogginess burning off now from pure fear.
But he was already straightening up, looming over her with that same awful smirk.
“Now you just cool off for a while and think to yourself about how bad you treated me and how sorry you are,” Higgs told her. “And maybe think about what you can do to make it up to me.” He grabbed his crotch suggestively. “I'll give you a hint, girly—I like to get my pecker sucked. That always puts me in a good mood.”
Kiera’s face twisted in pure revulsion.
“What the hell are you talking about? You put that thing near my mouth and I swear I’ll bite it off!”
Higgs frowned down at her.
“Now is that any way to talk to the only male who can let you out of the deep freeze? I don’t think so.” He shook his head. “Guess I’ll have to let you cool down your temper here for a while. I’ll come back and check on you later.”
He turned to go and the full reality of it hit Kiera all at once–he was leaving her here. Leaving her tied up, half concussed and wearing nothing but a t—shirt and jeans in the middle of a giant industrial freezer.
“Hey, wait—you can’t leave me here. I’ll f—f—freeze!” she exclaimed, her teeth already beginning to chatter.
Higgs gave her an unpleasant grin.
“That's the idea, girly. You get cold enough and maybe getting a belly—full of my nice hot cum won't sound like such a bad idea." He leered at her. "You might even want a pussy—full of it too. Who knows?"”
