Page 39 of Two Times the Mountain Men
I wasn’t sure which option was worse, the thought of them killing me or fucking me. Though the thought of them fucking me made me want to kill myself. I had a feeling that they wouldn’t be nearly as gentle as Brock and Tyler had been with me.
There was no choice. I had to get out of here. But how? There were guns sitting in front of each of the men on the table at the ready. Neither gun was mine. If only I could get to the bedroom. If I didn’t have my mouth taped shut, I would have laughed at the irony. I couldn’t even get out of the damned chair, let alone get my gun.
This was all my fault. The guys told me to keep my gun at hand. I hadn’t. My men had told me to keep the door locked, but I’d gone outside for a moment and hadn’t bothered and now here I was taped to a fucking chair with no way to escape.
The guys would be back soon. Surely, they would. I just had to be patient and wait. As soon as the thought came to mind an even more disturbing thought came to mind—Brock and Tyler would be sitting ducks. As soon as they came into the cabin the fugitives would be waiting and armed.
Panic began to overtake me. What was I going to do? I’d never be able to live with myself if they were hurt or killed because of my negligence.
Damn, damn, damn. Hot tears of frustration sprang to my eyes. Why did I have to be so stubborn and pig-headed? This was all my fault!
“Oh darlin’ don’t you worry we’ll be gentle.” The bald one stood up, grabbed his gun and approached me.
I couldn’t place the look in his eyes, but what I did know was that I didn’t like it one bit. The look shook me to my core.
Stopping right before me, he leaned over so that our faces were roughly a foot apart. “Now, I’m going to take the tape off because we have some questions for you. If you answer the questions honestly and correctly nothing will happen. If you don’t then a lot of really bad things will happen to you. Do we understand each other?”
I nodded.
Smiling, he returned my nod. “Well good then.” He picked at one corner of the tape. It stung. When he managed to get a full corner, I cringed, anticipating the pain. I was right.
Bald Guy ripped the tape off with one violent yank, leaving my lips and the skin surrounding the area stinging. I gripped the rung at the back of the chair with all my strength to keep from screaming. If I didn’t know better then I’d have thought he’d ripped my lips clean off!
“As I said, this is the deal. If you answer honestly we can be friends. If you don’t, things will get a lot less friendly. Are we clear?”
Swallowing the lump that was forming in my throat, I replied. “Yes. Crystal.” Why did he have to stand so close to me? His breath smelled like ass.
“Good. First question. It’s an easy one. What’s your name?”
“Genevieve.”
“Good. See that was easy, wasn’t it?” He smiled but the smile was less than sincere.
“Yes.” He was going to ask about the guys, I knew it, and I didn’t know how to respond to him. If I told the truth then they’d know Brock and Tyler would be on their way soon, but on the other hand as soon as they saw all the men’s clothing they’d know. Or if they really searched the cabin they’d already know I wasn’t alone. The only thing I could do was buy some time or convince them that the guys were gone away and wouldn’t be back until next week.
“I can see you’ve already guessed my next question and are trying to figure out a lie to tell me. I’m going to tell you now that if you lie there will be consequences if you plan on playing games with me.”
“I wouldn’t—” I didn’t get a chance to finish my denial of his accusation. He balled his fist, drew his hand back and his fist collided with my temple, the side that didn’t already have a lump from hitting the corner of the nightstand. Or at least I think it was my temple; the impact made me black out for a second time.
