Page 29 of Hell's Fear

“Seems we’re in a prison,” Ezra called out. “We’ve been trying to escape since we landed.”

“We need to get out. The Venomous Fangs have infiltrated the warehouse,” I replied.

“Bobby was filling us in. The problem is, we can’t get out,” Marsha said.

“I’ve tried everything,” Smokey shouted from an end cell.

“We’re stuck?” I asked.

“Yup, Fanatic. Well and truly stuck. Let’s hope the others realise what’s happened before they get hurt,” Bobby said as he sank down into a chair.

“My mum’s out there,” I retorted.

“Kid, we’ve all tried to break out, but be our guest. Maybe your cell has a weakness ours don’t,” Marsha called.

Fine! I was getting out of here and to Mum before anyone else got harmed. Simple.

Chapter Six.

Team Five:Slaughter, Wraith, Shotgun(Hellfire). Rock and Carly(Rage). Bomber(Unwanted Bastards).Max(Hawthorne’s).

Carly

“This is fun,” I whispered, biting my lip and rattling the bars.

“First time in jail, baby?” Rock teased.

“Yup, how do we stage a jailbreak?” I demanded, and Rock laughed.

“I think that’s related somehow,” Wraith said, pointing at a set of seven pictures on the other side of the bars and the corresponding panels behind us.

“Yeah, but what?” I asked, scratching my head. I was useless at puzzles.

“That first image is of a huge fat man surrounded by food,” Shotgun described, squinting.

“Greedy fuck,” I muttered.

Bomber spun on me. “What did you say?”

“I said he was a greedy fuck.”

Bomber peered at the next picture. It was of a man lazing in a bed while his wife and children ran around him working.

Rock questioned, “Where are you headed with this?”

“I think they’re the seven deadly sins. That could be gluttony and sloth.”

“The third must be lust? It’s an orgy.” Peering at it, I tilted my head. “How can you have sex in that position?”

“Okay, baby, that’s enough.” Rock chuckled and tried to block my view.

“No, babe, no. I wanna know how the hell do you stick your dick in, in that position?” I demanded, crossing my eyes.

“Carly, I’ll show you when we get home,” Rock promised.

“What? After we break our backs getting into that position? No thanks. I’d rather have rough and wild,” I stated, and Rock laughed.

“Okay, on that note, with us all now being jealous as fuck of Rock, those pictures are the seven deadly sins. What do we do with them?” Max asked.

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