A Monster's Beauty (In the Arms of Monsters 3)

She wondered what he’d do if he saw her now. Would he help or would he let the men finish the job?

Robin started to sob. The intense need to give up was so tangible, it was hard to ignore.

Bethany.

Preacher.

You’ve got to keep on fighting.

You’ve got to get back to them.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shard of glass. They’d left her, covered in urine on the floor, and they hadn’t cleaned the room. Even as pain flooded her body and all she wanted to do was pass out, she crawled across the floor and grabbed it.

The men were only ever in the room two at a time, at most. Usually, it was just one of them, and they closed the door. Looking around the room, she saw the exit through the window. If they were on the first floor or ground floor, she had a chance.

No matter the pain in her body and the crushing within her soul, she had to get up and do what needed to be done.

Settling on the floor, she closed her eyes and waited.

Could she do it?

This was going to be her only chance.

The door opened and she prayed only one man entered.

As if someone was looking down on her, the door opened and she heard only one voice. The door closed and she was alone.

“Now, now, the boss, he’s not here right now, but I’ve got a thing for broken and bruised women. They turn me on and make me want to fuck like you couldn’t believe.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks. There was no time for her to panic.

She heard the belt as it opened, and as he came closer, she held the glass within her fist. This was going to be her only chance.

To get out.

To make it free.

To live.

When he came close, she opened her eye, and out of the corner of her peripheral vision, she saw him. Pants around his knees, vulnerable, and he didn’t stand a chance. She waited. When he came down close, his hand gripping her neck and pulling her back, she attacked. Plunging the blade into his neck, she watched the horror in his face as he tried to move away. She let out a whimper, but no one would come to her, not with him in the room.

“Wasn’t expecting that, were you?” she asked.

He choked on his own blood.

She watched him fall, and again she screamed, letting the sounds of her pain echo around the room so no one would even give a crap to come and look for her.

This was her, all on her own. She didn’t have anyone to rely on, just herself.

After he was dead, she stole his shoes and cried out some more as she pushed her shattered foot into one.

Behind the backs of her eyes, she felt the need to vomit, but instead, she kept herself together and knew she had to survive. To finally get out of there alive, or at all.

One.

Two.

Three.