Come on...Come onnnn...
Footsteps sound down the small hallway and the main guard stomps his way toward me. "The fuck are you grinning at, bitch?" He needs more insults, but his bad mood works well for me. One of his buddies hangs back, watching the beast warily.
"You think you're hot shit all of a sudden? Give me your fucking pants then," the guard from day one snarls and glares at me.
I'm lucky he didn't take them the first time he asked for them. That's the main reason I've come up with the plan I did—when he's angry he seems to forget simple shit.
I just really hope I can create enough chaos that they don't think twice about the door. Figuring out a way not to get hurt so bad I can't make it out of here on my own two feet is another concern, but I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed and go with my gut.
"Do it, whore." Spittle flies out of his mouth, giving me a really bad idea.
With a deep breath and my tiny fangs on display, I strut my way across the cell. I hate using the sultry skills Jarek taught me about erotic dancing, but it's a weapon I can use. With as much confidence as I can muster, I sway my hips and toss my ratted long hair over my shoulder.
Riot mutters a curse from somewhere in his cell, but his electric scent urges me on, even making my scent bloom a little spicier.Interesting.
"Oh, did the little slut need some attention?" The nasty guard grins salaciously and grabs his dick over his jeans. I hear Riot suck in a breath and release a warning growl that sends tingles down my spine. Protective or possessive?
"Bane, don't," the shorter guard warns, stepping forward with warning.
Of course this fucker’s name is Bane.Before Bane can turn on the other guy, I hollow my cheeks, pool the saliva in my mouth, and spit right in his fuckingeye. Holy shit...
I think I'm still shockingly impressed with my aim because the next thing I know, Bane is in my cell, grabbing me by my throat and lifting me off the ground.
I gasp and kick my legs out, eyes wide in the face of a raging alpha who wants nothing more than to either kill me or rape me. Keeping my good fist locked around the ball of fabric that might mean my escape, I try to stay patient.
Riot's probably losing his mind, and I try my damndest to focus on him rather than the pressure building in my lungs and pain in my throat.
"BANE!"
I drop to the ground in a gasping heap, but I only allow myself a moment to catch my breath before I'm lunging for the door. The goal isn't to escape; all I need to do is get this in the hole where the lock snaps into place.
Reaching forward with everything I have, I grab on to the hinge just as Bane snatches my ankle. Crying out, I twist and play it up all the while wiggling the small piece of my jeans into the hole.
The sound of alpha roars and snarling fills my head and tries to overwhelm me. It does, but I use the pounding of my heart to remind myself I'm fighting to stay alive.
Sharp nails claw at my ankle, making me hiss and writhe, but I finally let go, succumbing to the rage of Bane. With the last of my plan well underway, I raise my arms to cover my face as the ogre of an alpha kicks me in the side once, twice, then lifts me by my poor fucking hair.
"Enough!"
Bane is suddenly ripped away from me. I get my head up at the perfect moment to watch him be dragged from my cell by his friend. Coworker might be a better term after this altercation. Bane's attention is on murdering me, while hiscoworkerfocuses on getting him the fuck out of here. Neither of them notice that they don't lock the cell door after it slams shut behind them.
Their arguing and heavy footfalls follow them down the hall until it's blessedly silent again. Well, except for Riot's heavy breathing.
My throbbing neck refuses to hold my head up anymore, so I drop my forehead to the cold ground and try to catch my breath. Riot might say something, most likely scolding me, but I don't hear shit. My ears are ringing, everything hurts again, but I did it.
I fucking did it. I'll just rest for a few minutes, then we can get the hell out of here.
Thirty-Eight
Riot
Ijust...I have no fucking words.
This woman is going to literally drive me insane. I'm absolutely sick to my stomach after watching her almost get strangled to death. So much so that I had to lie down on the bed and close my eyes to make the urge to vomit go away.
I watched her breathe and curl up on the ground first to make sure she wasn't going to spontaneously combust. Fuck knows she has a death wish, I wouldn't be surprised if she just exploded for no apparent reason.
I've decided not to bother her until I have my head back on straight, and she clearly needs some rest after that horrific scene. So, imagine my fucking surprise when I hear her shuffling around and something creak.
