Page 29 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

Unlocking the handcuff, Letty pulls a knife out from the drawer in the cabinet. “Don’t be getting any ideas now, girl.”

I don’t know if it’s better to give your captors your name or not. Why didn’t I listen better in my psychology classes? I swear, I’ll never slack on classes that I think will be easy A’s ever again.

Brandishing the knife, she shoves me out of the room.

“Earl, are you ready, honey?” she calls out sweetly, pulling a mask from her pocket. “I think it’s time to play with our new guests…”

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my breaths coming out in little pants.

“Let her go, baby. Little girl, if you can make it to the front door, we’ll let you go. No hard feelings, yeah?” he yells.

“How many times have you done this before?” I sob, eyes moving back to Letty, who is now wearing a mask with a painted white screaming face. I can’t breathe. Oh, fuck.

“At least twelve,” she says, waving the knife dismissively. “Spoiler: none of them have made it. At least make it interesting. Run!”

Screaming, I turn and do just that. I’m looking around as I wait for Earl to jump out at me. The corridor is long and dark and there aren’t any windows down it. It’s afternoon, so it’s odd to be surrounded by so much darkness.

Earl jumps out at me, and I duck under his arm and keep running. There was a small closet that I wasn’t expecting, which is where he popped out. I sprint down the stairs, knowing that I won’t be looking for a way out. No, I’m looking for Rooke. Even if I never get out of here, at least I’ll die protecting him.

The stampede of feet behind me only increases my anxiety, so I don’t notice there’s another person in the house when I jump off the last two steps until it’s too late.

A man who is thinner than Earl steps out of the shadows with a grin as he pulls down his own mask. “Hello there, lovely,” he murmurs as he swings a bat into my stomach.

I fall forward with a wheeze as he pushes me to the ground with his foot. I’m unable to protect myself as the three of them start to kick me once they’ve pushed me to the ground.

“Gotta tenderize her before we eat her!” Earl crows. I make myself as small as possible as they continue to kick me, trying to protect myself. I can’t tell how many kicks and hits my poor head has taken, and my ears are ringing. Oh my God, please, please just kill me.

That’s my last thought before I pass out.

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I’m in and out of consciousness as I hear the three of them talking. Rooke screams, and I try to reach out to him. This horror house makes me long for the sex club, because at least there they had a reason to keep us alive.

“Rooke,” I whimper, struggling against the ropes binding me.

“Look who's awake,” Earl snickers as I blink away the last vestiges of my pain induced sleep.

“No!” Rooke screams, the sound making me shudder.

Letty is cutting him with a knife, muttering about how good he’ll taste.

“Stay away from him!” I yell. I can handle pain, I can… Please God, make them leave my sweet man alone.

“Oh girl, you can’t handle me,” she chuckles, a very different woman than the one I saw in the van. She’s self-confident now, and there’s some blood on her lips.

A banging on the front door above us sounds and I look up. We appear to be in some kind of basement. Rough rope is tying me down to a hard, wood table. Rooke is turned away from me on a table of his own, and Letty’s face is way too close to his crotch. We’re both still naked.

“Who in the devil’s asshole is coming to see us right now?” Earl grumbles.

This place is kind of isolated, and while I’m glad for the respite, I’m also worried for whoever is dumb enough to knock on the door of what is basically Deliverance.

There’s a giant laundry room style sink to my right, and Earl and Letty wash their hands and arms. How much is too much blood?

Watching what is probably Rooke’s blood being so thoughtlessly washed away makes me gag as I cry. We’re going to die here…

The realization that this is the end of everything hurts.

I don’t know where the other man who beat me with a bat earlier is, and I twist and writhe to see if he’s in the room.

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