“Well, you’re a brave little whore, aren’t you?”he says slowly, watching me with his dark gaze.“Or do you think this is all a joke?”
I don’t say anything in response.What can I say?No, I don’t think it’s a joke.I know you’re going to torture me and probably kill me to get back at Julian.Somehow that just doesn’t have the right ring to it.
His eyes narrow, and I realize I somehow managed to make him angry.He looks like a cobra about to strike.My heartbeat spikes, and I tense, bracing myself for a blow, but he simply reaches for his Strotter bag and opens it to reveal his iPad.Glancing down, he quickly types some email, then looks up at me.“Let’s see if Esguerra thinks it’s a joke,” he says quietly, closing the bag.“For your sake, girl, I hope that’s not the case.”
Then he turns and walks away, heading back to where the other men are gathered.
Despite my terror and discomfort,I somehow manage to fall asleep in the chair.My body is still recovering from the operation, and I’m both physically and emotionally exhausted from the events of the past day.
I wake up to the sound of voices.The guy in the suit and the short one I had pegged as the leader are standing in front of me, setting up what looks like a large camera on a tall tripod.
I swallow, staring at them.My mouth feels as dry as the Sahara desert, and despite all the time that’s passed, I don’t have the least urge to pee.I’m guessing that means I’m badly dehydrated.
Seeing that I’m awake, the Suit—I decide to call him that in my mind—gives me a thin-lipped smile.“It’s showtime.Let’s see just how much Esguerra wants his little whore back.”
Nausea roils my empty stomach, and I turn my head to look at Beth.She’s staring straight ahead, her face white and her gaze vacant.I don’t know if she slept at all, but she seems even more out of it than before.
They point the camera toward us, checking the angle a couple of times, and then the Suit comes over to stand next to me.As soon as the camera light goes on, he puts his hand on my head, roughly stroking my tangled hair.“You know what I want, Esguerra,” he says evenly, looking at the camera.“You have until midnight tomorrow to get it to me.Do that, and your slut will remain unharmed.I’ll even give her back to you.If not, well… you’ll get her back anyway.”He pauses, smiling cruelly.“Little by little.”
I stare at the camera, bile rising in my throat.I haven’t been harmed—yet—but I can sense the violence in these men.It’s the same darkness that stains Julian’s soul.Men like these are different.They don’t abide by the social contract.They don’t play by the same rules as everyone else.
The Suit’s hand leaves my hair, and he takes a step toward Beth.“You may be doubting me, Esguerra,” he says, still speaking to the camera.“You may be thinking that I lackresolve.Well, let me do a little demonstration of what will happen to your pretty whore if I don’t get what I want.We’ll start with the redhead and move on to that one—” he nods toward me, “—tomorrow after midnight.”
“No!”I scream, realizing what he means to do.“Don’t touch her!”I struggle to get free, but the ropes are holding me too tightly.There is nothing I can do but watch helplessly as he wraps his hand around Beth’s throat and begins to squeeze.“Don’t you fucking touch her!Julian will kill you for this!He’ll fucking murder you—”
Ignoring my screams, the Suit barks out an order in Arabic, and a man steps forward, cutting Beth’s ropes with a sharp knife.I catch a glimpse of her terrified eyes, and then they throw her on the ground, face down.The Suit presses his knee against her back and yanks on her hair, forcing her head to arch back.I can see her legs drumming uselessly against the ground, and my screams grow louder as the Suit takes out a short, thin knife and begins cutting Beth’s cheek.
She yells, struggling, and I can see blood spraying everywhere as he slices open her face, leaving behind a deep bloody gash.I gag, my stomach heaving, but he’s far from done.Beth’s other cheek is next, and then he presses the knife into her upper arm, cutting off a strip of flesh.Her agonized screams echo throughout the warehouse, joined by my own hysterical cries.I feel her pain as though it’s my own, and I can’t bear it.“Leave her alone!”I shriek.“You fucking bastard!Leave her alone!”
He doesn’t, of course.He continues cutting her, his dark eyes shining with excitement.He’s enjoying this, I realize with sick horror; he’s not doing it just for the camera.Beth’s struggles grow weaker, her cries turning into sobbing moans.There is blood everywhere; Beth is practically drowning in it.I don’t know how she’s able to remain conscious through this.Black spots swim in front of my vision, and I feel like the walls are closing in on me, my ribcage squeezing my lungs and preventing me from drawing in air.
Suddenly, Beth’s body jerks, and she lets out a strange gurgle before falling silent.All I can hear now is the sound of my own harsh, sobbing breaths.Beth is lying there unmoving, a pool of blood spreading out from her neck area.The Suit gets up, wiping the knife on his pants, and faces the camera.“That was an expedited show for you, Esguerra,” he says, smiling widely.“I didn’t want to drag it out too much, since I know you’ll need the time to get me what I asked for.Of course, if I don’t receive it, the next show will be much, much longer.”Taking a step toward me, he runs one bloody finger down my cheek.“Your little whore is so pretty, I might even let my men play with her before I start…”
This time I can’t control myself.Hot vomit rushes into my throat, and I barely manage to turn my head to the side before the contents of my stomach empty out onto the floor in a series of violent heaves.
23
Nora
After the camerais turned off, they leave me alone again.Beth’s body is dragged away, and the floor is carelessly mopped, leaving behind several reddish-brown streaks.I stare at them, my thoughts slow and sluggish, as if I’m in a stupor.I’m no longer shaking, though an occasional shudder still wracks my body.My stitches ache dully, and I wonder if I tore any of them during my struggles earlier.I don’t see any blood seeping through my hospital gown, so maybe I didn’t.
A little while later, they bring me some water.I greedily gulp down the whole cup, causing some of the men to laugh and say something in Arabic while rubbing their crotches suggestively.I almost think they are hoping that Julian doesn’t come through, so they get to ‘play’ with me before the Suit goes to work.
For now, though, they mercifully leave me alone.I am even allowed outside for a minute to use the restroom, and the same guy as before—the impassive one—guards me while I go into the bushes.I think he’s now my official bathroom companion, and I mentally start calling him Toilet Guy.
I name some of the others, too.The one with the black beard down to the middle of his chest—I call him Blackbeard.The one with the receding hairline is Baldie.The short guy who led the raid on the clinic—he’s Garlic Breath.
I do this to distract myself from thoughts of Beth.I can’t allow myself to think about her yet—not if I want to remain sane.If I get out of this alive, then I will mourn the woman who had become my friend.If I survive, then I will allow myself to cry and grieve, to rage at the senseless violence of her death.But right now, I can only exist from moment to moment, focusing on the most inconsequential, ridiculous things to keep myself from being crushed under the weight of brutal reality.
Time ticks by slowly.As darkness descends, I stare at the floor, the walls, the ceiling.I think I even nod off a couple of times, although I jerk awake at the least hint of any sound, my heart racing.They still haven’t fed me, and the hunger pangs in my stomach are a gnawing ache.It doesn’t matter, though.I’m just grateful to still be alive—a state of affairs I know will not continue for long, unless Julian comes through with the weapon.
Closing my eyes, I try to pretend that I’m home on the island, reading a book on the beach.I try to imagine that at any moment, I can go back to the house and find Beth there, prepping dinner for us.I try to convince myself that Julian is simply away on one of his business trips and I will see him again soon.I picture his smile, the way his dark hair curls around his face, framing the hard masculine perfection of his features, and I ache for him, for the warmth and safety of his strong embrace, even as my mind gradually drifts toward an uneasy sleep.
A large handclamps tightly over my mouth, jerking me awake.My eyes fly open, adrenaline surging through my veins.Terrified, I begin to struggle… and then I hear a familiar voice whispering in my ear, “Shh, Nora.It’s me.I need you to be quiet now, okay?”
I nod slightly, my body shaking with relief, and the hand leaves my mouth.Turning my head, I stare at Julian in disbelief.
Crouching beside me, he’s dressed all in black.A bulletproof vest is covering his chest and shoulders, and his face is painted with black diagonal stripes.There is a machine gun hanging across his shoulder, and an entire array of weapons is clipped to his belt.He looks like a deadly stranger.Only his eyes are familiar, startlingly bright in his paint-darkened face.
