“Well, you know I told everyone you were dead, and that’s going to be true enough soon, but we have a little unfinished business first.”
“We have no business together, whatsoever,” she replied.
“Yes, we do. We might not be able to get married now, what with you knocked up like a common whore, but you still owe me that tryst I was all set to have at my cabin. I guess your new cabin will have to do. The last memory you will ever have is of me and maybe my boys here, if they feel the urge after watching, doing whatever we want to you.”
“You’re filthy and disgusting! Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’ve already told everyone I’m dead. Just leave and I won’t ever tell them any differently. Please leave me alone.”
Her defiance was fading away into pleading. She wasn’t exactly proud of it, but she was desperate. Less than a couple of hours ago, she had been uncertain whether she wanted to go through with her pregnancy, but now she was determined to save both herself and her unborn litter from this monster.
Trevor’s lips curled into a nasty grin as he looked down at where she still lay on the dirty garage floor. He motioned for the two men to haul her up. Walking over to her, he leaned forward, running his tongue up the side of her neck before leaning in to whisper softly to her.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard your organs rattle and, when I’m done, my boys are going to fuck you too. Hell, we might all fuck you at once. You’ve got three holes to fill. When we’re done, I’m going to kill you. I might even do it while we’re still fucking you. I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“You’re sick. You sick bastard!”
“I don’t deny it,” he said with a laugh, making a little motion with his fingers for the two men to lift her.
This was it. She had to shift. She had to try to get away. She thought about which patch to take as they dragged her across the grass toward the cabin, and then she remembered the gun. Malcolm had forgotten it. She had found it yesterday when she was taking inventory of what she might need in the cabin. She just had to get to it, somehow.
Inside the door, they dropped her on the floor and looked around to double-check that she was alone, opening all the doors and such to look.
“Where is he?”
“Where is who?”
“The guy who brought you here. I’m guessing he is the same one who knocked you up.”
“He left. He won’t be back.”
“Right,” he said sarcastically before turning to the other two. “Watch her while I go check things out. Don’t get started without me, though. I hate sloppy seconds.”
With that, he looked into the bathroom and then returned to walk out the front door. She assumed it was to have a look around. This was her chance, maybe her only one.
“Can I please go to the bathroom?”
“No,” one of the bears said.
She recognized him. His name was Dalton.
“Dalton, please. I know I don’t have much time left, but at least let me have a little dignity. Don’t make me pee myself.”
“I said no.”
The other bear spoke up. She couldn’t remember his name. She thought it was Ted or Todd, something like that.
“Dude, let her go. Trevor’s gonna be pissed if he comes back to find she smells like piss and I don’t know about you, but that shit ain’t sexy for me either.”
“Fine. You’ve got two minutes. Get in, do your thing, and come out.”
“Okay,” she said, her head held down as if subservient, defeated—but she was anything but those things.
Once inside, the hastily fished around underneath the cabinet for the gun that lay there under a stack of extra sheets. It was a Glock, and the magazine lay beside it. She reached over and flushed the toilet, using the noise to disguise the distinct click of the magazine and then drew it upward. Taking a deep breath, she drew it upward and then opened the door, not hesitating before firing, taking out Dalton in her first shot and the other one while he still had a look of shock on his face.
The sound would bring Trevor back if he were nearby, but she couldn’t worry about that. She ran toward the coffee table, Dalton’s hand shooting out and catching her leg, causing her to fall and send the gun skidding across the floor. Rather than wasting time trying to get to it, she pulled free and hurriedly began opening the entrance to the cellar. A gun wasn’t the only thing she had noticed yesterday, and she was damned glad of it.
She was barely in the hole and pulling open the concealed opening to what she hoped was a tunnel to somewhere when she heard Trevor’s voice in the cabin above.