Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
“Not so catty now, are we?”
My eyes burst open. “Catty? Fuck you, I’ll fucking skin you for this.”
They both laugh. “What a fucking joke. You know, I think we’re going to have lots of fun with you.”
He slaps me harshly, and then they both walk out the door.
“Wait!” I yell with the little energy I have left after whatever concoction they gave me. “Where’s Crystal?” When both of them laugh again, my blood begins to boil. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her! I’ll kill you!”
The door shuts tightly, sealing me into a tiny prison.
It’s so quiet in here.
Deathly quiet.
Except for that one scream that penetrates the walls.
“CRYSTAL!” I yell, but no matter how many times I raise my voice, every call I make falls on deaf ears.
If they hurt her, I’ll never forgive myself.
I have to get their attention somehow. But what do I do?
They’d only bring me here because they want something from me. Which means I’m an asset they don’t want to lose.
I bang my head against the wall hard enough to make myself bleed.
Over and over again.
Until finally the two come storming back in. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Blood pours down the back of my head. “You want me alive? Don’t fucking hurt Crystal.”
The one in the front snorts. “You think you can make demands now?”
The other one approaches me. “This cell is soundproof. His grimy hand touches my face, and I lean away as his filthy fingers slide down my neck. “I could do anything I wanted to you, and no one would hear you scream.”
“But that wouldn’t make me a valuable sell anymore, now would it?” I retort with one eye closed.
He grinds his teeth, angered by my comment.
He knows I’m fucking right.
“No one will want me,” I mutter.
“You’re just scared one of those fuckers will bid a million on you just to torture you,” he retorts.
“No … I just know they’ll see in my eyes I’ll rip off their balls and feed it to them in the night if they ever so much as blink in my direction.”
The guy leans away, his finger shaking as he swallows away the bile.
I smile at him. “You think I fear them? No. They should fear me.”
The guy backs away slowly.
“This bitch is mad,” the other one says.
“Seal her in. Tell Romeo to come handle it,” the guy who touched me says, and they run out and shut the door tightly.
But I don’t think they’ll lay a single finger on Crystal now.
Not until that Romeo guy has talked with me. And I’ll make sure he understands what he’s dealing with too.
“Hey, motherfuckers!” I yell, pushing through the fatigue from the shot I got. “I’m still here!”
I bang my head against the wall again, but it hurts like hell.
Finally, someone comes into my cell again. His black hoodie is stained with blood, but the syringe in his hand catches my attention.
“Oh no, fuck no,” I say, shaking my head.
“You won’t behave? We’ll make you,” the guy says, spritzing out some of the fluid.
“Stay away from me!” I yell. “Let me go!”
“You should be happy we’re trying to sell you,” he says, approaching slowly.
“Fuck you!” I spit, fighting the chains that hold me down.
He pinches my cheeks and makes me look at him. “If you’re going to fuck someone, you should at least know their name.”
My eyes narrow. “You … you’re the reason I’m here, aren’t you?” I swallow back the unsettling fear. This man is responsible for all the trafficking this group does. “Romeo.”
“Bingo.” He smiles the most wretched smile, showing off his golden teeth.
I spit in his face.
He wipes it away and smears it on my clothes. “Bad girl.”
Suddenly, he flicks out a knife and cuts me in the cheek.
It stings enough to wake me the fuck up. “Where did you take Crystal?”
“She’s safe … for now.”
“Fuck you,” I growl again, straining against the metal clasps that keep me down. “You’re not even man enough to face me. I’d kill you with just one hand.”
“Sure you will,” he muses. “But if you don’t start behaving soon, no one will want to buy you. And that’s a problem, even for you.”
What the fuck is he going on about?
He taps my chest with his filthy fingers. “Because then we’ll be forced to keep you and make you our personal toy.” His hand travels down across my chest, touching my breasts. “So what’s it going to be? Us or them?”
When his finger reaches my face, I bite and miss, but I think I got my point across.
“Bad choice.”
He rams the syringe into my neck, and I scream out loud from the burning pain searing its way through my veins again.
“One way or another, you’re going to break for me. And I’ll be ready to pick up the pieces and crush them with my bare hands,” he hisses into my ear, but his voice sounds off as I begin to fade. “You murdered my men … and in return, I will destroy your soul.”