I shoot but I can’t go up against men like these.
I see the door in at the end of the corridor. The one that will take me outside.
I run up to it and just as I’m about to reach for the handle a fist connects with my jaw, knocking me to the ground. I drop the gun and try to reach for it again when another fist lands in my cheek.
I scream out in pain ad blood spurts from my nose.
My face feels like it might explode and fall off my body. Stars speckle my vision but when they clear I’m greeted with the monstrous face of Jude Kuzmin. The man I never hoped to see again.
“Found you, little bitch,” he taunts and his horrible face contorts into the evil he is. “Little clever bitch. I guess you didn’t get the dress, did you? Got yourself kidnapped instead, then from the way your captor sounded I’m sure you became his fuck toy.”
He reaches for my neck and in one deft move lifts me from the ground and holds me by my neck suspended in the air.
“Let go,” I choke out against his tight grasp which squeezes so hard the stars come back accompanied with black spots.
“No. Not this time. You were always mine. This time I’m going to make sure you stay in that cage for years.”
He throws me down on the ground and I hurt my arm and my back from the impact. Two hulking men scoop me up, one on each arm. They take me down the stairs and every move makes my body ache.
I’m taken outside to an army of men who look the rest of devils that came inside.
That’s when I know we never stood a chance. The men continue with me toward a jeep.
My vison is blurry. I can barely see through one eye. Through the other I see Ilya lying face down in the dirt in a pool of blood. Bullet holes riddle his body.
“No,” I breathe, but I don’t know who I’m saying that to. Nobody here cares.