Page 53 of Filthy Liar

They all fucking die.

Over and over.

DILLION

I’m alone.

Finally.

But I know it isn’t for long. Conrad has plans for me. Searching around the room, I look for something, anything that could get me either out of here or end me completely so that my soul can leave. I’m sure it sounds cruel and even heartless, but I do not want to be alive for whatever Conrad and this man have planned for me.

The idea of what they could and would do to my body, mind, spirit, and soul is too much to bear.

Standing, I tiptoe around the room. There isn’t anything here. The closet is empty, under the bed is completely empty. The bathroom… nothing. The cabinets in the bathroom, not even a roll of toilet paper.

There is absolutely nothing.

The sound of things crashing outside of the bedroom door causes me to straighten my spine. Looking over my shoulder, I hold my breath as I watch the door, wondering if whatever made that crashing sound is going to break through.

I hold my breath and wait. I’m not sure what I’m waiting for. Whatever is on the other side of that door may be worse than the hell I already know. I’m not sure I want whatever it is to make its way into the room.

I don’t have a choice, though.

My scream escapes without me realizing it. I cover my mouth and try to muffle the sound of my screams. I don’t know what to do, what to say. I’m frozen in place.

I scan his vest while still covering my mouth because I can’t control my screaming, then I stop. My whole body jerks because I recognize the club name on his vest. It’s not Demon Guns or anything else that I don’t recognize. It’s who I’ve been hoping would find me before I was destroyed.

“You good, babe?” he asks.

Nodding, I am breathing in and out of my nose. It’s loud, but at least I’m not screaming anymore. I also can’t move. I’m completely frozen, likely in shock. I’ve never felt this way before.

He chuckles and takes a step toward me, then another. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around my wrist before he gently tugs my hand down. “You good?” he asks again.

“I think so,” I whisper. “I don’t know.”

“Physically, you okay?” he asks, changing the question.

I nod a couple times, because I’m not sure how to answer, how I’m going to make myself speak. But then I force the words to come out because he’s starting to look really concerned.

“They didn’t hurt me,” I whisper.

“Thank fuck for small favors. I’m Rim. Let’s get the fuck out of here before you do get hurt.”

He wraps his fingers around my wrist again and gently tugs me behind him. His long strides are way too much for me. I end up jogging behind him in an effort to keep up.

When we make our way out of the hallway, I am not even surprised to see that this house is just as empty as the bedroom. Stopping in the living room, I glance around the room.

There are men everywhere. But what I notice is that Conrad and his little friends who took me are on the floor—face down. I tug my arm from Rim’s fingers and walk toward them.

Someone calls out my name, but I ignore them.

Crouching down, I look down at the man who thought he owned me, that he could kidnap me, that he could threaten to rape me andgiveme to someone else to abuse. My eyes find his. He curls his upper lip at me, which only makes me smile down at him.

“I’m not yours, Conrad. Never have been, never will be. I am mine, and I fucking hate everything about you.”

I think about spitting on him but decide it would be gross, so I don’t. Turning away from him, I start to walk out of the room when something catches my eye. It’s the Demon Guns–vest guy who said he was going to use me. He’s got his back against the wall, the only man who isn’t on his stomach.

Rim reaches out to grab my wrist, but I don’t let him tug me forward. Instead, I turn and face the Demon Guns guy. Looking over my shoulder, I glance back at Rim.

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