Nina’s cries slow down until only bursts of air escape her lips everytime he thrusts into her. Her features relax, and not breaking eye contact, I watch as she checks out of her hideous reality.
I don’t know where her mind goes, but it has to be better than here.
The fucker orgasms, and while he catches his breath, he grips her chin and kisses her forcefully. “You will always belong to me.” Only then does he notice the blank stare in her eyes, and he punches her. “Fucking whore.”
Climbing off her unconscious body, he swipes his palm through the mess between her thighs, then getting to his feet, he walks to me. I meet his eyes, and when he wipes his release off on my chest, he says, “That’s the closest you’ll ever get to her pussy.”
Not hesitating, I slam my head into his, and as he staggers backward, I use all my strength to bring my legs up. Just asI’m about to wrap them around the fucker, he jumps out of my reach.
Shaking his head, he gives me an angry glare. “You can be so fucking glad we need the information.”
“Take off the shackles, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know while I beat the life out of your pathetic ass.”
He finally tucks his flaccid dick back into his pants, and as he pulls up the zipper, he walks out of the room and gives Martin an order. “Shut the door. No one goes in until Nina comes out on her own. I’ll fucking break your neck if I find out you saw her naked.”
Martin keeps his face averted as he pulls the door shut, and all my attention focuses on Nina, where she’s lying unconscious.
The harrowing events shudder through my mind until the depraved darkness of what happened is engraved into my soul.
Christ.
My mind reels, and I struggle to keep the flashes of Nina being raped from taking over and reducing me to a helpless mess.
After long minutes, Nina finally stirs, and when her head lolls to the side and her lashes lift, I say, “He’s gone. It’s just us.”
She stares at me until her eyes regain focus and the trauma fills them.
I’d give everything I own to be able to hold her right now, but there’s no time. The words carry the promise of death as I growl, “Free me, and I’ll kill him.”
Nina struggles into a sitting position and reaches for her jeans. I turn my head away, giving her privacy while she puts on her pants.
I listen to her movements, and when it sounds like she’s coming toward me, I glance at her again, but she walks right past me, her expression blank.
When the shackles suddenly eases and my arms move, my head snaps up, and seeing that the chains are being lowered, my heart beats faster.
Once my arms are hanging at my sides, Nina grabs a wrench from the table and comes back to me. Without saying a word, she begins to loosen the bolt on the right shackle until she’s able to pull it out, then she moves to my left side.
As she works to get the bolt free, crippling emotions ripple over her face, and she sobs softly.
The moment both my wrists are free, she walks to the table and grabs a hammer, then holds it out to me without making any eye contact.
Knowing time is of the essence, I take the hammer from her.
Spotting a dirty rag, I grab it and wipe the shit off my chest. As I toss it back onto the table, our gazes meet for an intense moment before Nina runs to the door and yanks it open.
“Oh, my God! Help! He’s convulsing,” she screams at the top of her lungs, her panic very convincing.
I move quickly into position, and as Martin comes darting into the room, I swing and slam the hammer into his face. He sprawls to the side, and I move, grabbing his gun from his hip.
When the other guards file into the room, I fire three shots, each one hitting their target and dropping the fuckers like flies.
I shoot Martin to make sure he’s dead, then toss his weapon on him before taking two guns from the other fuckers, checking the magazines to make sure they're full.
When I limp out into the hallway, there’s no sign of Nina.
Chapter9
Georgi
