Devastated

“This better be as good as you say it is,” he spat.

She glanced over at Claire, who had curled into a fetal position. She was on her own, Kimani assessed.

“Get on with it, bitch, or I’ll rip these braids off your head,” Jake threatened, grabbing her hair.

She took a hold of his member, contemplating the wisdom of biting it. Maybe if she got him to the point of coming and bit him then, he wouldn’t be able to react fast enough to hit her.

Trying not to wonder if he had any STDs, she wrapped her lips over his tip. She watched him take a sip of his drink—and had an idea. She came off his penis and loosened her hold...

When he lowered his drink, she shoved the pad of her palm to the bottom of the glass, splashing the contents into his face.

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He roared when the alcohol stung his eyes. As he rubbed them, she ran to the chair, picked it up, and slammed it into him, knocking him to the ground.

“Run!” Kimani yelled at Claire.

Claire managed to scramble to her feet. Kimani turned and slammed into something hard.

Vince.

“What the hell—” he began.

He grabbed Kimani and pulled out his gun. Claire screamed.

When he looked in her direction, Kimani, recalling a self-defense move, stepped closer to Vince and head-butted him in the chin.

He stumbled backward. His hand hit the doorframe, dislodging the gun, which skidded over to Claire’s feet.

“Pick it up!” Kimani cried.

Though shaking violently, Claire got the gun, pointing it at Vince as he scrambled toward her.

“Give me the gun, sweetheart,” Vince said. “You don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Kimani ran over to Claire and tried to take the gun, but Claire’s hands seemed frozen in place, so she put her hands over Claire’s. Adrenaline flowed in her veins.

At any moment, Claire might accidentally pull the trigger. Hell, at any moment, she might do the same.

“I want a phone,” Kimani said to the two men. “Which of you two has a phone?”

“There’s no cell coverage here,” Jake sneered from where he half knelt.

“Bullshit.” She remembered having made a call on Ben’s cellphone.

While she contemplated whether or not she and Claire should just make a run for it, she heard tires squealing outside. Was it the police? But how would they know to come? Did Jake have more than Vince working for him?

Thinking it might be the latter, Kimani grabbed Claire. “Let’s go!”

She managed to take the gun from Claire as they dashed up the stairs, with Jake and Vince not far behind.

The front door to the cabin swung open. Kimani brought the gun up.

“Stop or I’ll shoot!” she exclaimed.

She found herself looking into the end of another gun barrel.

“Kimani!”