Eluded (13 page)

"What are we doing?"

I laughed. "We're going by foot.
Look at the GPS. This road isn't that long. We will walk the
perimeter of the pastures until we find them. Then . . . then it's
war."

"Just the two of us? What if there
are more there?"

"Call Jack if you need. Give him
our coordinates. But I'm not worried. Between the two of us, we can
handle fifteen of them. Hell, you can stand back and watch if you
want."

"Sometimes, Abbot, you can be
really fucking scary with that look in your eye."

I shook my head, and we set out on
foot. The stars were bright and twinkling in the pitch-black sky,
lighting up the path that we walked. I patted myself down, making
sure I had each of my knives in place and pulled a paring knife
from my ankle. Maybe I'd skin one of them alive tonight. Hadn't
done that in quite a while, but I saved those skills for the
evilest of fucks.

Wet grass brushed my pants and
covered my boots. We stayed low in the high grass and walked along
the road. In the distance, I heard muffled screams and stopped. A
woman yelled, and I took off running to her voice, hoping she would
continue to fight them. Deep voices followed behind hers. Liam
struggled to keep up, but when I saw a group of men and the woman
hog-tied, I dropped to my stomach and rested on my elbows. Liam did
the same. The damp grass slid across my skin as my clothes soaked
in the excess water.

Breathlessly, he said, "Look at
the size of this place. It's huge."

I placed my finger over my mouth
to quiet him, in hopes of hearing what the men were saying. They
pushed the woman down on the ground and several of them unzipped
their pants. The first motherfucker got down on his knees and
ripped the pants from her body as she cried through the material
shoved in her mouth. She thrashed and kicked him until he lost his
balance, but it wasn't enough to stop him. After he repositioned
himself, he reared his large fist back and punched her in the face,
then dropped his pants until his ass showed. His friends followed
by whipping their dicks out and started stroking until they were
hard. The plan was to fucking take turns with her.

Time seemed to stand still as I
pulled my favorite knife from my waist and stood. At a full sprint,
I ran at the five of them as they stroked themselves in front of
the girl. With all the strength I had left in my body, I stabbed
one in the heart. Warm blood spritzed onto my face, but a little
blood never scared me. The man gagged and gurgled as his body fell
to the ground. It was complete chaos, with screams and immediate
attacks. No matter, I managed to stab another in the stomach . . .
more blood. Then I fought two more men until my knuckles broke
open. By the time it was over, four bodies lay on the
ground.

The other one, the man who was
most eager to rape the poor girl, tried to run away with his pants
around his ankles and crying out like a little bitch.

"Please. Please don't kill me," he
begged.

I didn't talk, but continued to
walk to him with knives in my fists.

Liam finally caught up to me,
swear words leaking from his mouth.

"Tell me about this place," I
said, taking small steps closer to him.

"It’s a place we bring women. We
hold them here until they are sold," he said.

"Are you permitted to fuck them
whenever you want?" I asked, my tone neutral.

"Derrick tells us we can do what
we want with them," he said.

I rushed the man and pushed him up
against the warehouse wall. The metal flexed with his weight, and I
grabbed him by his throat.

"Who? Fucking tell me who. And
give me your goddamned keys."

"Derrick Black. He's running this
place," he said, as he fidgeted with the keys around his waist then
handed them to me.

"Is he here?" Liam asked.
"Derrick?"

The man shook his head, then
pissed himself and started to cry.

"Liam, go help that poor woman,
please. And call off the others. They're not needed." He did as he
was told. I couldn't let him watch me be as violent as I was about
to. "You should really consider treating women with a little
respect," I said, and with a swift movement, I cut his dick smooth
off and shoved it into his mouth. Blood gushed from the artery, and
when he realized what had happened, he passed out. Before walking
away, I spit on him and called him a fucking bastard, because that
was exactly what he was. I wouldn't kill him, because he gave me
his keys, but I wouldn't allow him to fuck another innocent
girl.

Liam cut the thick ropes from the
woman's legs and arms, then removed the cloth from her mouth. It
looked to be her panties. Each of them deserved to die. When she
saw me, she gave me a hug and cried into my chest, thanking me. I
pushed her away from me.

"You're going to be okay. What's
your name?"

"Claire. They took me from the
street and no one stopped them. Thank you. I can't thank you
enough." Tears streamed down her face and her bottom lip quivered.
As I stared into her eyes, I saw more the headlights of a vehicle
traveling fast down the road, spitting up dust in its
wake.

I grabbed her by the arm and the
three of us ran to the tall grass and ducked. Four men exited the
black van and laughed about something. All joking stopped when they
saw the bodies littered around the dirt at the entrance to the
building.

"What the fuck?" the driver said.
The other men searched around the area, yelling and screaming like
a bunch of heathens.

I rolled my eyes. Derrick hired
the biggest idiots in the world to work for him. We stayed in the
grass for an hour, and when the men drove away, we began making our
quick track back.

Claire was too weak to walk, so
Liam carried her halfway. After we dropped her off at a safe haven,
we headed back to the warehouse to come up with a plan, one that
would be carried out over the next few days.

I had fucking keys, and the goal
was to destroy his sanctuary from the inside out.

Revenge would best be served with
my knife to Derrick's throat.

LAUREN

Seventeen

A
s we fed Derrick's ego, he
touched us in places that should have been uncharted. "You're so
fucking hot, Derrick," Sophie whispered. The lies were becoming
easier, and hopefully the more he heard them, the more he would
believe them.

His tongue licked up and down my
neck as Sophie held my hair out of the way. Derrick placed his
right hand down her panties and worked his magic with slow, precise
movements. Then his left hand dipped into my panties, twirling my
clit in his fingers, until I couldn't stand it and slapped his hand
away. The mood in the room went dark, and he attacked like a feral
dog. A strong grasp wrapped around my neck, and he shoved me
against the wall. Horror filled me as his cold eyes stared into
mine. "I'm fond of you, but not that much."

As everything around me faded to
black, I gasped and struggled for air. I didn't want to die, not
yet, not at the hands of a horrible man. Most people wished for
natural deaths, for the end to be quick and painless, within a
blink, but I could feel the pain as the need for oxygen
intensified. I didn't want time to comprehend what was happening to
me, but Derrick gave me those few minutes to look into his eyes as
he choked the life from me. Refusing to struggle, I just took it,
and when I thought it would be over, and every ounce of life would
fade away, he removed his grasp. I slid down the wall and sucked in
deep breaths of air as Derrick wrapped his arms around Sophie and
whispered something in her ear. It was a threat of some sort, a
warning to her, because I heard, "you'll be next." After I closed
my eyes, I made myself pretend I was somewhere else, anywhere but
there.

I
hated
him. Actually hate
wasn’t a strong enough word to describe my feelings.

When he unzipped his pants, he
forced Sophie to grab him with her hands. Derrick continued to play
with her and groan with satisfaction. The fact that he’d choked me
didn't faze him in the slightest. He had no soul. He had no heart.
He was as cold as winter.

"I think this setting is working,
don't you? The two of you here with me?" He bent over and jerked me
from the floor, forcing me to stand. He took my chin between his
fingers and held it tightly. He could rip my jaw right off of my
face if he wanted, but he released me.

I gave a sly smile as I pushed
back my fears. His pants and underwear fell down to his ankles. As
Sophie continued the tug of war with his dick, I grabbed his balls
in my hand and wanted to squeeze until he fell to his knees, but
instead I whispered in his ear, "Does it work for you?"

"Yes. Fucking yes," he said, then
removed his hand from Sophie's panties and pushed her down to her
knees. "Suck me," he demanded.

After hesitating for a brief
moment, she opened her mouth, and he rammed his dick down her
throat. I could hear her gagging, but he didn't stop. My stomach
went sour. Detestation built inside of me as he grabbed my ass with
a hard hand. Then he continued to fondle and finger, but I refused
to fall deeper into it.

"Don't you like it?" he asked me
as he pushed himself harder into Sophie's mouth. Her eyes watered,
and he removed his hands from my panties and grabbed both sides of
her head. I squeezed my legs together and thought of all the
horrible things I would do to him. I reminded myself that he
touched me, took me, and embarrassed the hell out of me. I didn't
want to be satisfied by him. It was dirty. It was disgusting. As
the urge faded, the frustration stayed clear. I couldn't stand the
sounds of him pushing deeper into her throat, of her gagging, and
crying. He needed to stop being rough with Sophie . . . so I tried
to save her.

"Derrick," I whispered to him, and
then sucked on the bottom of his earlobe. I removed my bra and
slipped out of my panties, then rubbed my body on his. "Derrick, I
want you," I lied. I fucking hated this. I hated hearing her choke
as he continued to slam himself into her.

I bent over in front of him to
tease him with my body, and just as I wanted, he couldn't tear his
eyes from me. I laced my fingers with his, and he forcefully yanked
me close to him until our bare bodies touched. He pushed Sophie
from his dick and, when I looked into her eyes, I saw tears and
hate. I rubbed my hand across her cheek and grabbed her hand,
hoping to take her mind off of what just happened and let her know
I was still here. We were in this together. Our touch held nothing
sexual, no emotion at all, but I could tell she was grateful. It
was a kind gesture that Derrick took as bait and ran with. Deep
growls came from Derrick as he grabbed our hands and led us to the
bed.

I didn't want to do this. I
couldn't do this.

He laid back and placed his hands
behind his head. His dick lay hard against his belly.

Fuck, I didn't want to do
this.

"Sophie on the dick." He pointed
down below then wiped his face."Lauren, cleared you off a place to
sit. I need to taste you."

She removed her panties and
climbed on top of him, sliding every inch inside of her. She gasped
and trembled as she took him all in. My body screamed in protest as
I watched her slide up and down him. The pain from when he ripped
me open earlier pulsed through me, but I climbed on his face and
closed my eyes. Warm, swift movements traveled up and down my slit
and I squeezed my eyes tight. Derrick grabbed my ass and squeezed
with all his strength, then pushed my pussy harder onto his mouth
as he licked and sucked every inch, inside and out. Sophie picked
up her pace, and by the look on her face and the increased pace, I
could tell she was close. As I watched her fuck him, she watched
me. I mouthed, "I hate him," and she nodded her head in agreement.
I would bet my freedom that she hated this even more than
me.

My emotions were going haywire as
Derrick pushed me closer to the edge. She fucked him harder and
harder, and when she did, he twirled his tongue harder on me. She
screamed out, trying to push the orgasm away, but he began buckling
harder underneath us.

Moments later, the three of us
came at close to the same time. I despised him, his touch, and the
look of satisfaction splashed across his face. Derrick pushed
deeper into her, and I knew he had filled her with
himself.

Sophie closed her eyes and tossed
her head back as she gouged his stomach with her nails.

"You'll come like it's your last,"
he snarled.

Derrick moved us from him and made
us lay on either side of him. So much resentment boiled inside of
me that I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming out. As
much as I wished this were the end, that I would never have to do
this again, I had a feeling it was just the beginning.

But we would eventually have the
last laugh.

Derrick might have fucked us, but
together we would truly fuck him, and there would be no happy
ending.

Time didn't seem to exist in
Derrick's world, but I didn't expect anything less. After a few
hours, he got up from the bed and made me stand. He grabbed me by
my wrists and led me back up the stairs to the white floor, where I
was to stay.