Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
He scared me more than my own father, mostly because I hoped, somewhere deep in my broken soul, that my father would stop before he ever killed me. Hound, on the other hand, I never thought would stop. If given the chance, he would happily have killed me.
Now he has his chance.
“Your club really didn’t think their little plan through, did they? You don’t think I’m stupid, do you? I know exactly what you were all hopin’ to do. You forget, Serenity, that I’m always one step ahead.”
I’m panting, and drool begins trickling out the sides of my mouth, but it doesn’t matter what I do, I can’t stop it.
He chuckles, lifting my head. “I promise when the time comes, I’ll make your death quick. I need Jackson to give me what I want first. Until then, you and I are going to have some fun. I wonder where we should start?”
He runs the knife blade down my throat, over the little hollow there, and between my breasts. Just enough for it to sting, but not enough to actually cut the flesh. My heart skips a beat, but my body won’t allow me to move. No amount of force will get my limbs to do anything. I’m terrified, and I can’t even fight back.
“Have you ever been fucked with a knife? I hear it’s painful.”
Sick.
Sick. Fuck.
“We don’t want to go straight there, though. No, I want to have a little fun, first. I wonder how Jackson would feel if I sent him your finger? Do you think he’d take me seriously then?”
I mumble and gag on my own saliva, trying to shake my head, trying to move away, but nothing I do works.
He chuckles again.
“How about a toe? I feel like that would hurt a lot more. What do you think?”
Please.
Jackson.
Help me.
“Yeah, I think I’ll go with the toe. Which one do you think?”
No.
Please no.
Tears roll out and run down my face, but it doesn’t matter how much I pray, I can’t move. Not even when he releases me and lays my head down. Not even when he moves down to my foot and lifts it up. Not even when he runs that blade over my little toe.
Not even when he cuts it off.
The only thing I can do is open my mouth and scream.
Even that isn’t enough.
I’m paralysed.
And he’s going to kill me.
GASPING, I WAKE UP from what was either sleep, or me passing out from the pain alone.
I have never felt anything like the pain Hound inflicted on me when he cut off my toe. I can feel every single moment of it, from the initial burning, the crushing sound as he cut through bone, and then the deep, horrifying pain that came after. Even thinking about it has vomit rising in my throat.
The second I put my focus back onto it, I can feel the intense throbbing that is now running up my leg. Feeling less groggy, I push up on my elbows and stare down at the large pool of blood on the ground beneath my foot. About half of my little toe is gone, leaving nothing but a bloody stump behind.
Seeing it has me sobbing, shaking my head in disbelief.
He’s going to kill me.
With all my strength, I push up to my bottom and take my shirt, slowly pulling it over my head. It’s nearly impossible, and by the time I have it off, I feel weak, like I could sleep for days. Reaching down, I wrap it around my foot. It looks like the bleeding has stopped, but I don’t want to risk further infection.
The material feels like it is made of pure sandpaper.
Tears roll down my cheeks as I grit my teeth, tightening it as best I can, before falling down onto my back again, my chest rising and falling with heaving breaths as I try to stay awake. All I want to do is sleep; the drugs are still consuming my body. I don’t want to give Hound the chance to kill me, but if he keeps drugging me, I’m never going to be able to get out of here.
Hell, I could do nothing when he cut my own toe off.
My body betrayed me, and my mind is a little more broken because of it.
He’s going to come back, and each time it is going to get worse.
Our plan is completely ruined. It doesn’t matter what we do now, we’re not getting out of this the way we thought we were. I pray Jackson knows how to find me, because if he doesn’t, this has all been for nothing.
The door creaking has me closing my eyes, pretending I’m still out of it. At least if he thinks I’m asleep, he might leave me alone. Footsteps come inside, and then stop beside me. “I know you’re awake, Serenity, that shirt didn’t get onto your foot by itself.”