He didn’t fuck you.
That was the most confusing thing of all. Trooper had me right there. He had me strapped down to the nines, flailing beneath him. He could have easily taken what he wanted. And yet, he didn’t.
“Jesus, I need to get out of here,” I whispered to myself.
After sweeping the dust up into a pile, I took a chance and cracked the door open. The wind was still coming, but not as great as it had been, and it enabled me to sweep the dust outside before it got caught up in the dust. It swirled about, like a miniature tornado ripping through our world. And as it spiraled off the edge of the deck, I wondered what it would be like to be swept up with it.
Carried away to a place where life didn’t seem so… impossible.
Remember, third panel on the left. Press in. Push up.
“Couldn’t hurt, I guess,” I said through my heavy sigh.
I didn’t know what to think any longer. Nothing made sense. It was as if my own personal nightmare had come to life, complete with Gordon abandoning me and everything. It made me sick with frustration simply to think about him. Shouldn’t he have already found me by now? What the hell was taking him so long?
Maybe he doesn’t want to find you.
“Shut up,” I glowered as I found the hallway Dutch had been talking about.
“One. Two. Three.”
As I rumbled my fingertips over the wall panels to my left, I stopped in front of the third one. I shook my head as I stared at it, running my fingertips along what Dutch said was a door. It didn’t look like a door, though. No handle. No hinges. Hell, even when I knocked on the wall, it wasn’t as if it sounded hollow or anything. Still, I leaned against it until I heard the telltale latching sound before pushing up, just like Dutch said.
And as the wall caught onto something, it began rolling up.
Only to reveal the beast within.
“Guess you talked to Dutch,” Ranger said.
I stood there, frozen in my spot.
“Well?” he asked as he stood from the couch.
I nodded, but I found myself unable to speak.
Ranger scoffed as he shook his head. “Damn man’s got a big mouth.”
“At least he’s not a big asshole.”
He stalked toward me, his shadow already cloaking the whole of me, even though there was still at least fifteen feet of room between us.
“You keep that shit up,” he said as he finally closed the distance between us, “and I’ll lock you in that basement for good.”
I shrugged. “Try your best.”
He took another step forward, right in between my legs, and I stumbled to try and get away from him. I backed up, hoping to give him enough room to simply skirt on by with no other words exchanged between us. Trooper and Dutch didn’t scare me one damn bit. But, Behemoth over here? He scared the shit out of me.
My plan didn’t work, though, because the second my back sank against the wall across the hallway, he placed his hands against it.
On either side of my head.
“Troop and Dutch seem to be seduced by you,” he said as a grin worked its way across his scarred cheeks, “but I see right through you. They may feel you’ve earned privileges to roam around, but don’t think for one fucking second that I don’t always have my eye on you.”
I snickered. “Kinky. Do you treat all your girlfriends this way?”
The growl that fell from his lips had nothing on the searing heat that bombarded my skin when he wrapped his hand around my neck.
And in that moment, part of me hoped he might snap it.
