Seeing movement from the corner of her bleary eye, she looked to see him standing and watching as his wife tormented her. Carving her like a pumpkin. Little slices marred her entire body, and it looked like she had a needle that dotted little holes in the soles of her feet and her upper thighs. Her breasts were nearly unrecognizable.
This can’t be happening, she thought despondently.
“Hey!” She tried yelling, but it sounded more like a wisp of air. Clearing her throat and swallowing the little bit of saliva in her mouth she tried again, more powerfully— meaner. “Hey, bitch! Why don’t you take on someone not tied up and defenseless?” She tried goading her into leaving Kenny alone.
Meeting Kenny’s stare was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Seeing the pain in her gorgeous blue eyes that dulled her normal happy look was nearly her undoing. But she knew she had to stay sharp in order to get these two freaks attention off of Kenny and onto her.
“C’mon, mama, come play with a big girl.” She tried taunting again. Hearing him laugh in the corner only pissed her off more. Soon she felt no fear, just anger. A rage so bright and furious burned through her veins that her heart was pumping at an unnatural rate.
Looking towards him she asked, “She’s not woman enough for you anymore, is she? She’s lost that spark she used to have, huh? That’s why you’ve been trying to nail my ass for years!” Cringing when she heard Coop’s voice reprimanding her for cursing, she smirked when the woman— Gypsy Butcher, she said— turned around. “Ya, you know it, too, don’t you, honey? You feel him pulling away every day. He barely touches you now, huh. It must suck knowing you can’t keep this fruit cake, and yet, I have two gorgeous men all to myself. And this one…” Nodding her head in his direction. She kept going at her until she slowly started walking away from Kenny. “He wants me, too. That must burn.” Laughing at the dirty look she shot to her husband, Emily waited.
Storming over to her husband she slammed her mouth on his, dropping her needle and knife and grabbing his hair to pull him closer. Only he had his eyes on Emily the entire time, and he never touched her once.
Well fuck, you’ve done it now. She’s gonna be pissed you were right. She chastised her smart mouth because she could practically feel the woman’s anger rise at his lack of response to her kiss. Pulling back from him, she watched his face and seeing that his eyes were on Emily did not bode well for her.
“Maybe you’re right? But guess what? That just means I get to spend more time with your friend.” She tried to taunt her, but it fueled Emily’s fire to bite back. She was being reckless now and helpless to stop it.
“Yeah, but really, where haven’t you marked her? Look at me all creamy, smooth skin, and not a single mark on me. A clean pallet, if you will. Or hey, have you tried carving freak show there up? Did y’all ever think it’d be fun to do it to each other?” Emily! Shut the fuck up! Her mouth was going to get her in so much trouble. But for Kenny she would take it, all of it.
Seeing the indecision on her face had her hopeful. Probably not the best thing to be feeling, but she was. As long as she left Kenny alone, she didn’t care what happened. Watching her bend down, she grabbed the knife and needle and started walking toward her. Shit! Pulling on her bindings, she felt one of her feet give. Looking between them, she saw that the woman was too focused on her, and he had a sick bloodlust in his eyes, following the movement of her knife as she walked closer.
As she was only a few inches from her, she snarled in Emily’s face. “Not so tough, now, are you?”
Feigning bravado, Emily shrugged her shoulders in response. Looking back at Kenny, s
he saw her mouth ‘no’ at whatever she was about to do.
When the woman turned to her husband to say something, Emily lifted the leg she realized was free just moments before and kicked as hard as she could into the woman’s back, making her fall and sprawl out on the floor, face first. When she didn’t move, he rushed forward. Turning her over, she had the knife lodged up to the handle in her chest.
“Oh fuck,” Emily whispered at the same time Kenny let out an audible gasp of shock.
When he slowly looked up at her, the hatred and evilness in his eyes had her nearly wetting her pants. The rage written in every line of his face was something made out of nightmares.
“You stupid whore. I was just going to have fun with your body, play with you a little; I wouldn’t have carved you up the way she would have. But now? Now, I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” He snarled so low that had she been able to breathe, her breaths would have drowned out his voice.
“Let’s not be hasty here,” she said smartly. “I mean, fuck… You know what, asshole? Untie me and bring it.” She snarled with as much venom in her voice as she could muster. Knowing that she was going to die didn’t make it any easier to accept, but with the thought that maybe she could keep him occupied long enough that the guys would find them. She had faith they would, then at least Kenny would get out.
As he was stepping towards her, the glass in the window shattered and a small canister was thrown in. Watching its movements with her eyes, she was unprepared for the loud boom and blinding light followed by a hail of fire.
Fucking military men and their toys was her last thought before the ringing in her ears was so intense she couldn’t think straight.
Arriving at the cabin they suspected the girls were at, they parked off-road about a mile away and moved the rest of the way on foot, speaking by hand signals alone; not wanting to trip any sensors this person might have. With no new, fresh intel, they were going in blind.
Breaking the tree line of the woods just a few feet from the cabin, Coop watched as Nate and Creed went to the back while Ty and Linc circled around to the front, leaving the windows on either side for him and Dane to watch. The cabin was a small single-story log house with just one window on each side of the four walls, front, and back door, and what looked like a cellar door leading below.
Hearing a scream rent the air Coop wanted to rush in, but without knowing where Emily and Kenny were located in the house made it more dangerous, and they faced the risk of getting one or both girls killed. So he waited.
“Clear,” he finally heard Creed whisper through their ear mics, followed by a soft crackle.
“Clear.” Dane followed suit.
“Clear,” Ty confirmed.
Which meant they were probably in the room he had to clear.
Listening closely for movement, he crept closer. Leaning in to see the corner of the room, he did a quick sweep. Small, with one door. He saw Kenny laying naked on a table in one corner covered in blood, with some crazy woman with an evil smile on her face, stabbing her in the feet with what looked like a needle. “Shit,” he whispered after seeing the rest of her body; cuts and bruises everywhere.
“I’ve got ‘em guys, and it’s not looking good,” he whispered in a pissed off tone, trying not to let his worry bleed through his voice. Looking around some more, he saw a man in another corner with his eyes plastered across the room. Following his gaze, he saw Emily chained to the wall, unconscious, by her arms and her legs were tied with ropes.