Page 72 of Bossed By the Orc

“What a pity, Penelope. We were just wondering what would be the best way to wake you up,” the blond man laughed, moving away from where I was sitting on a chair, my legs bound with an old rope, and a table in front of me with papers strewn across it.

My arms were tied together in front of me, but I was able to move my fingers. “I don’t know why you’re doing this.”

Dotan glowered at me. “You’re going to sign those papers in front of you.”

I blinked at him, glancing down at the papers again. I hadn’t focused on them before, but now that I did, I could see that there were bright yellow tabs highlighting areas for a signature that already had my name.

“It seems as though your father signed everything over to you,” the blond asshole–Charlie–sneered, grasping my chin.

I yanked my head away, trying to shake off the slimy feel of him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, looking around to see if there were any exits.

There was only one. It was in front of me, but the cyclops was in the way. He was huge and hulking—his grimace telling me that if I tried anything, he was prepared. I peered down again, noticing that the tarp was spread under my chair.

Fuck. I’m as good as dead.

Whatever they needed, I had to drag it out. There was no way I was getting out of this alive if I signed the papers, but if I could stall, then maybe there was a chance that Dristan would find me. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I prayed that he’d made it back to my house by now.

“I mean,” the blond man said with a shrug, untucking his gun from the back of his belt. I swallowed hard as the cold metal gleamed at me with menace. “Your daddy’s on the deed too. If we threaten to kill you, he’ll sign for sure.” He leaned forward, dragging the gun across my cheek. I shuddered, tempted to pull away, but was too scared that it would startle the idiot and he would shoot me.

“It’s up to you, Penelope. You can do it the easy way or we can send him a part of you as incentive to sign the papers,” he said, eyes narrowed on my face. “And I’m more than willing to make it hurt as much as possible.”

I swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay, but it’s not going to work. Both our names are on there.”

He squinted at me for a moment, trying to determine if I was telling the truth—I wasn’t—and I held my breath as he turned to face the cyclops. “Have them double check back at the office.”

The big male nodded, lumbering over to a corner and lifting a phone to his ear.

Charlie leaned down to snarl at me. “And if that’s true, then you’re just going to have to sign for him too, aren’t you, bitch?”

“Listen,” I whispered to him. “If you let me go, I won’t tell anyone. We can all go our own way and no one has to know this ever happened.”

His smirk told me he thought my pleading was amusing. “But this way is so much fun.” He grinned, leaning down to take my hands into his, waggling my little finger. “This one first, I think.”

I blanched, ready to be sick, but the cyclops came back from his call. “They said we just need hers,” he announced, his scowl stretching as he looked at me with disgust. “She’s lying.”

“Isn’t that a pity?” the human tsked, yanking on my arms so I jerked forward in the chair, our faces closer. “Turns out you’re a liar, Penelope. And you know what happens to liars.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a butterfly knife.

He took his time, flipping it open, admiring the sharp edge while I sucked in a harsh breath I couldn’t stop. “To think that you could have kept all your pretty fingers if you’d just told us the truth.”

I shook my head, yanking my hand away, but he held onto the cable tie strap, cutting it and releasing me. I yanked my hands away, shoving the table and making it scrape, scattering the papers and distracting them long enough for me to leave the chair, hopping as fast as I could with my bound legs. I was almost to the door when I was tackled to the floor, losing my breath under the heavy weight of the cyclops.

I wheezed out a breath, my ribs aching as I struggled for air. Dotan lifted off of me, dragging my hands forward and using another tie strap to bind my hands in front of me again. He lifted me, dragging me toward the table. I choked on my fear as he forced my bound hands to the table.

“No, wait, please!” I gasped, looking around, frantic. “I’ll sign the papers!”

The blond man paused, throwing a smirk at his friend. “Done in ten. Faster than your last time,” he guffawed and my blood curdled with hatred as they laughed.

Behind the laughter, I heard a sound at the door, and my ears perked, even as I gave a loud sniffle, trying to cover it up. “Please don’t hurt me,” I pretended to cry, “I’ll sign it now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Charlie rolled his eyes, unsheathing another knife from his belt and sending me a sadistic smile. I took a deep breath as I saw the door opening in my periphery. I grabbed the pen—that was already uncapped—and stabbed it into the hand that the blond male had left on the papers.

He yowled, pulling it away, and the knife fell from his other hand. I lunged for it while at the same time there was a bellow from the direction of the cyclops. I didn’t wait to see what was happening, using the knife to cut the old rope that tied my legs together. Pins and needles filled them, but I struggled to my feet. The two males were faced off against Dristan, Rudgar and Kor.

My heart soared as I spotted my male. His face was a mask of fury as he pulled back his arm and slammed his fist into the face of the cyclops. I bent my hands at an awkward angle, cutting the tie strap from my hands and grabbing the papers off of the table before I wobbled my way around the edge of the room. Rudgar tackled Charlie to the ground and Kor aimed an uppercut at Dotan’s jaw.

“Get in the car, rega,” Dristan called, not even looking at me as he faced off against the cyclops again.

I hurried to the open door and scrambled outside, moving toward the SUV I was familiar with. The doors were still open and I closed them all, settling myself into the driver’s seat and searching for a phone. When I didn’t find one, I sat still, not knowing what to do. I was shaking by the time I heard sirens and my eyes closed in relief before they popped back open to focus on the door of the building.

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