“You know an old guy like you must go for ages.”
I had to stop myself from gagging at the thought and the taste of him on my lips.
“Maybe it would be more…comfortable for you if I’m on the table?”
He leaned away looking at me with suspicion in his eyes before he bit his lip and nodded.
“I gotta admit the thought of bending or holding you up against this wall isn’t great, I suffer with my back. I would turn you round but looks like Al trussed you up real good.”
He walked over to the glass cabinet and opened it, picked up what must have been the keys to unlock the shackles and came to stand in front of me.
“You know I like a fight as much as any guy here tonight, but I swear if you try anything I will fuck you up real bad little girl…okay?”
I nodded and kept my head down as he bent to unlock the ankle cuffs first. I shook my legs as they were set free, and then held my breath as he reached up to unlock my wrists. As my arms fell to my sides I sighed and shrugged the knots out as best I could.
“Such a sexy sigh, I hope to hear that again soon. I bet you scream and moan like a dirty angel don’t you?”
He looked me up and down as if I was a prize piece of meat and he was about to carve himself a generous helping.
“Oh I can moan real good listen…” I pushed my head towards him to whisper in his ear and as he leaned into me I swung round and stabbed the knife from behind my back hard into the side of his neck.
The gurgle sound he made as he tried to curse me made me smile. He tried to grab the knife from my hands but he was too weak from the blow and I managed to keep it pressed into him twisting it as hard as I could. I wasn’t some sicko into hurting people, I didn’t get off on other people’s pain, but knowing I was putting down a pervert like him spurred me on. He fell to the floor with a thud and bled out onto the dusty concrete, the life draining quicker from him than I’d expected.
I stepped over him and went to the wall of terror, stashing as many knives and weapons as I could in the leather straps of my outfit and then held the largest knife in my hand ready to attack. I was unshackled, I was heading into the warzone and I would be killing for my freedom.
I headed over to the door opening it just a touch to see what lay on the other side. The voices were further away, there didn’t appear to be anyone at the top of the stairs; so with extreme caution I took each step up, being careful to place pressure on each step slowly in case of any creaks. The last thing I wanted to do was alert anyone to my whereabouts. I had the gift of surprise on my side and it was all I had right now; well that and a shit load of blades.
Once I reached the top step I peered around the corner into what looked like a utility area. I could hear glasses chinking and murmurs from the other side of the wall, but this area looked safe enough. There weren’t any outside doors or windows, just one door into the kitchen area, which I knew would be occupied by a few men in search of extra drinks and snacks that Lyla and Evan weren’t showcasing. As I crept over to the door it swung open and a guy stepped in, his head turned the opposite way so he didn’t see me until he spun back round. By luck I’d already shut the door behind h
im to block out the view from the kitchen. I held my knife up against his neck. He looked petrified and took a huge gulp before stuttering, “I don’t want any trouble. I thought this was the way to the wine cellar.”
He was a lot younger than the last two men I’d encountered so far tonight. He also looked shocked to find me here. I couldn’t afford to stop and feel anything though, I had to stay focused and intent on my end goal.
“Shirt.” I snapped.
He frowned so I made it clearer, “Take off your shirt.”
He relented and took off his white dress shirt then held it out to me. He was shaking and his breathing was unsteady.
I grabbed the shirt from him and threw it to the side out of the line of fire then channelling my inner soldier I sliced that blade as hard as I could across his neck. The splatter that followed shocked me. Thank God I’d moved the shirt, I didn’t fancy covering myself up in a blood soaked shirt. My hands were red enough.
I watched him slump to the floor and his eyes glazed over. Then I wiped my filthy hands on his trousers to get off what stains I could and put the dress shirt over my disgusting outfit, securing two or three buttons in the middle to keep me somewhat decent. I pulled his body away from the door and stepped over the second sacrifice I’d made that night all in the name of my own emancipation.
I pressed my ear to the door and listened. No sound came from the other side so I pushed the door open gently and peered around. Two men stood against the kitchen island with their backs to me, each holding a leash for the sickly thin girls they had crawling around behind them to be shackled to. These girls couldn’t have been older than sixteen and looked malnourished and broken. Their hair was limp and lifeless, their skin a deathly shade of white and they were completely naked. One was rested on all fours like a dog, the other was sitting on her knees as her ‘owner’ petted her and stroked her hair.
I drifted silently over the tiled floor pulling two more knives from my leather bindings and holding my finger up to my lips to tell the quivering wreaks on leashes to stay quiet. The shorter guy stood to the left so I pushed the knife into the side of his neck, determined to hit hard and with force. The second guy spun round to face him then me, his eyes showed shock then rage and as he lunged at me; quick as a flash I managed to thrust the second blade into his stomach. Unlike the shorter guy who was now on the floor this one wasn’t going down without a fight.
“You fucking bitch.” He seethed and grabbed out at me, catching my hair and shirt and pulling me into him.
I didn’t stop to think, just reached forward and pulled the knife out of his stomach and pushed it into the front of his neck. The sounds I heard would haunt me till the day I died. Gurgles, rattles, whimpers and whines, they all added to the ugliness that was death. I won’t even describe the smells to you, but you probably already know the bowels slacken and release their contents on death. I was going to need a million baths and showers to rid my body of the filth now seeping through my pores after this.
The two slave girls scrambled into a corner underneath the counter tops of the kitchen and cowered away like little children hiding from the bogie man. I didn’t have time to help them yet, or put them at ease. I needed to think about myself first and plan my own escape. I was blinkered, so focused and full of tunnel vision I could only concentrate on getting myself out of this hell hole and to the authorities to report these evil sadistic fuckers.
I had no idea how this next part would play out. I searched the two bodies on the floor for any weapons I could take with me but found nothing. I told the girls to stay put and not to make a sound. I figured I had two choices; one try to make a run for the front door and hope I made it without being stopped, shot down or dragged back; or I could make my way into the main living area which was next to the kitchen, take a hostage maybe and barter for my freedom. I had no chance going up against the number of men in that room with just my blades. I figured from the volume of noise I could hear there had to be about a dozen men in there at least. So which would it be? Run and hide, or face off and fight?
I heard some type of heated commotion erupting in the living area and decided if I was going that route now was the time to strike. I was never a run and hide kind of girl anyway, I always chose the more challenging options in life so it was a real no brainer for me. I took a deep breath, held my knife in my hand and pushed my way into the devil’s playground.
Chapter 32