Page 105 of Ruthless God

“Carter told me I’ll never see you again, that I’m going to die here for being a brat.”

“What has he done to you?”

She doesn’t respond, then her eyelids close, so I glance around the basement again, trying to find something to help us get out of here. It’s bare, dirty, and stinks of piss and shit. The pictures of her sketch journal come to my mind. This is the exactsame basement she used to draw. This is where he used to bring her to torture and rape her. The beautiful person whose smile lights up the room is gone. She’s like an empty shell because she fell in love with someone who couldn’t treat her right. Someone who wanted to use her for a quick buck. Carter is just like her father.

I wish he hadn’t thrown my phone out of the window because Snow has a tracker on it. Does he realize that I’m missing? I’m sure my parents showed up to the gallery and noticed I wasn’t there. Hopefully, they will find us, but I’m not going to sit around and wait for them. By then, I will be sold to some creepy-ass man.

I lie next to my best friend.

“I’m going to get us out of here. Somehow.”

Her eyes pop open as tears leak down the sides of her face to her temples and her dull eyes meet mine. No hope for the future. No shine in them. Lifeless.

“Carter will never let me go, Lyrical. He makes pretty promises and does the opposite.”

With that she closes her eyes once more.

I hear the steel door to the basement open, and I scramble to my feet, standing in front of the bed in order to protect Bailey. If they put their hands on her, I’ll go down swinging. He already destroyed her, and I’m not going to allow them to do any further damage.

I’m going to get us out of here, even if I die trying.

Carter and the cop who pulled me over that fateful night walk in. I recognize him. He was at the club when I had my bachelorette party.

My stomach twists and bile rises in my throat.

“You’re the one who pulled me over. The one who pretended to be a cop.”

The guy doesn’t respond but looks at me like I’m a piece of meat, darting out his tongue and licking his lips.

“If you hadn’t been trying to figure out what happened to Bailey, none of this would have ever happened. Snow informed his father that you suspected the car accident was fake. Your husband and your father snooped through my place, running background checks on me.” Carter claps. “Good job. Now she will die and you will be sold off to a rich guy who’s going to kill you.” He turns to the other guy. “Drake, leave the room.”

Drake stares at me for a moment. “I want my chance.”

“You will when I’m done with her.”

Fear burns in my chest at his words.

Carter unzips his pants and yanks out his fat dick. “I need to test the product. On your knees, whore.”

“If you stick your dick in my mouth, I’ll bite it off,” I grit through my teeth, backing away from him.

“If you bite it off, bitch, I’ll fucking skin you alive.”

He grabs me by the arms, forcing me down to my knees by pulling my hair. My head throbs, and he nudges his dick between my lips, and the tip hits my teeth. I turn my head to the side.

He slaps me across the face, and the pain travels all the way to my forehead.

“I. Said. Open. Bitch.”

When I open my mouth, tears fall down my cheeks and I bite down hard, sinking my teeth into the flesh, biting a big chunk of his dick, chewing like I’m dying of hunger.

I continue to bite until it’s completely ripped off, and I spit the flesh and blood into his face. The warm blood tickles down my chin and onto my blouse.

He kicks me in the wound where I had been stabbed by Savannah, and I scream at the top of my lungs as my shirt turns bloody red, and I fall to the ground.

“You fucking bitch!”

He kicks me again and yanks my hair, then he punches me in my face, tossing me to the ground. My nostrils burn as I breathe in, trying to catch my breath. I don’t know how I have the strength to get up, but I do. I knee him in the balls and he falls to the floor, then I stomp on them. My face feels as if I’ve been hit by a bus.

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