Taking What's Ours (Forced Submission 2)

“We were doing the warden a favor, breaking her in for him. From the feel of her pussy, I could tell no one’s been in there for a while.”

I gasp at his crude words. I’m not sure why I’m shocked—it’s probably the tamest thing Ridge has said since he entered this room.

“Get her out of here,” another guard says. One of them lifts me into his arms, and I cringe again because I’m still completely naked.

“Put her down,” Hudson says, starting rise, but before he can get to his feet, he takes a baton to the back.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” growls Ridge, almost in unison as he tries to get up and lash out too.

The room breaks out in chaos, but the man who has me in his arms pulls me closer to his body. He pushes through the fight, and escapes the room into the cold concrete hallway.

“Take them to the warden,” I hear the guard bellow, echoing down the halls.

“It’s okay, Doc, we have an ambulance on the way.”

CHAPTER FIVE

RIDGE

The dirty, hard, concrete floor is starting to wear on my knees. Both Hudson and I are in solitary confinement, the warden standing over us. I’m not sure what he plans, but I have a good idea it ends with both Hudson and me dead. What he doesn’t know is the only one who’s going to die is him. I’m just not sure how I want to do it. Do I wrap my hands around his throat and let the life drain from his eyes? Or do I make it swift and merely snap his neck?

The cocky fuck thinks he’s fine alone with us, our hands bound behind our backs with cuffs that I unlocked moments ago. Our escape plan is working perfectly, with only a few small details to wrap up.

The warden lands another blow to Hudson’s face but he barely moves. If he thinks he could beat us to death, this would take all fucking night. Doc Charlotte had more fight in her than the warden does.

“I think you’d be a little more appreciative that I loosened her up for you. Or are you just mad I got a taste first?” Hudson says, baiting him. We want to draw him close, but I might snap sooner if I hear another reminder of how he’s been sweet on the Doc.

The warden’s lips tighten, “Hope it was worth it because you’re going to die in this room tonight.”

I laugh a little. “Now I know you never had her because if you had, you’d know it was worth every second. I can still taste her.” My words finally get the reaction I want as he lunges at me.

Releasing my hands from behind my back, I grab him by the throat, turning into him, and bringing him down so I land on top of him. With one hard jerk I slam his head against the unforgiving floor, the crunch of bone sounding in the room, blood spilling onto the floor, making a dark red puddle.

“God damn. That was my kill,” Hudson says, still jerking at his cuffs as they finally clatter to the floor.

“What did you expect ? I saw you over there fucking with your cuffs. What took you so long to get them undone? Losing your touch?” I tease.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was the five blows I took baiting him before you even opened your fucking mouth.”

I feel a smirk play across my lips. Yeah, I might have done that on purpose. Knowing Hudson, I knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from running his mouth, and I knew I could steal the kill from him.

Grabbing the warden’s arm, I check the time on his watch. “We’ve got to move. We gotta get out of this place, and still have a two mile run to our ride,” I say, grabbing the warden’s baton and handing it to Ridge. “We go dark in ten.”

Using the warden’s keys, I pop the lock to the room, but only pull the door open a crack. And just like we planned, everything goes black.

Freedom.

CHAPTER SIX

CHARLOTTE

I feel like my toes are falling asleep because I’ve been sitting here so long. As I wiggle my toes to try to wake them, the doctor finally enters the room.

“Can I leave now?” I ask before he has a chance to say anything. I just need to get out of here. Like, now. I try not to fidget nervously, but I’m anxious to leave, and I can barely help myself. I need to move and I feel like the longer I sit here, the more danger I’m in.

“Everything on the rape kit came back negative for STDs but, being a physician, you know we can’t tell about the possibility of a pregnancy for a few weeks,” he says, ignoring my question.

I nod my head and look out the window, wondering how much longer I have to be here.

“You’re clear to go now. Do you have someone coming to pick you up? Maybe there’s someone we can call?”

“No,” I say quietly, and the doctor looks at me sympathetically. As he opens his mouth to speak again, there’s a light knock on the door and two guards enter. I recognize one as the guard who carried me out to the ambulance but I don’t recognize the other.

I start to shake, wondering what’s happening. They must see the look of terror on my face, because they don’t approach me. They just stand near the door, looking at me like I’m a deer they are trying not to spook.

“Dr. Fisher, we need to speak with you for a few moments if you’re up to it,” the stocky guard I don’t recognize says.

“Sure, but I’m really ready to get out of here, and I’m sure you can understand my need for privacy right now.” I don’t want to answer any of their questions. I just want distance from all of this.

“We do. We’ve already got your report of the incident, and we…” he pauses before saying what I know what’s coming, “…have video to corroborate your story.”