Page 47 of Leather & Lace

Dane looks away and flinches. “Please, Eli, try to calm down. I am sure he will.” I stop him before he can finish, gritting my teeth.

“He will what, Dane? What will he do? Fuck her? Harm her? Kill her?” His eyes fill with sorrow as I continue, “I can’t do this! I can’t sit here day in and day out while God knows what the fuck she is going through!” He pushes off the brick mantle and walks over to me, sitting by my side of the couch.

“We must try and stay hopeful. We don’t know anything.” He tried to place his hand on my shoulder, but I knocked it off.

Just then, I got a video message from an UNKNOWN number. Below, was a text attached saying, “I hope you enjoy.” I press play as my world falls apart with one glance of her state. My eyes are peeled to the video.

Every second, every touch. Every scream. I can’t tell how long this video even is. I feel everything has faded around me and all I can do is keep my eyes glued to hers. I watch him and his brothers rape her senseless and beat her until she passes out. My tears flow down my face as I make no noises.

Dane is saying something next to me, but I can’t make out what it is. Nothing is here. I am not here. I am dead. The darkness has swallowed me whole, and I will make sure that if it means a certain death for myself, I will take their souls with me to hell.

One message follows with a location attached. It says: “Midnight tonight, come alone or she dies.”

I feel Dane’s eyes on me. He knows I am gone. My demon has taken over and he is out to play.

“Eli, bro, are you okay? Look at me man.” I turn my head slowly in his direction. I can feel a wide smile plastered to my face. “Oh, fuck man. You are not okay. And you look scary as hell,” he says as he starts to back away from me.

“I am fine, Dane,” I say in a low voice. One almost not my own. “I have a location.” I show him the phone as he reaches out with a shaking hand to take it. I watch him start the video as his eyes go wide with rage.

“What the fuck! Eli! Man, look at me.” I get up off the couch and make my way to the downstairs armory. Once I reach the door, I enter in the seven-digit pass code to open the steel door. Flicking the fluorescent lights on, I made my way to a black duffle bag sitting on the counter.

I grabbed a black handgun and a silencer to attach to it, placing it in the bag. I also grabbed some red, thick rope, and two hunting knives, placing them into the bag. I make my way to the hanging gun vest and secure it onto my black shirt, throwing my black sweater over it. I can feel Dane’s presence from the hallway.

“Eli, this is a suicide mission, and you know it!” He yells as I continue to ignore him and pack the bag. Running into the room, he grabs me and turns me to face him. “Eli, your eyes. You are fucking gone, man! This isn’t you! Let’s call the police!”

I let out a low, demonic laugh.

“You are right, this isn’t me. Eli is fucking gone. He died the moment they stuck their fucking cocks into her while she screamed in terror. Eli isdead. And Iwillget her back. I don’t give a fuck if I die saving her! I will drag all of those bastards tohell with me in chains!” I yelled and shoved him hard onto the ground.

“If you try to stop me, Dane, I will fucking kill you too!” I say as his face turns white as a ghost. Just then, I heard Jenny at the door. She had been listening to the entire conversation.

Jenny meets our gaze as we watch her slowly enter the room with caution. Her eyes are reddened from all the tears. “Let me come with you, Eli,” she says with a harsh edge in her voice.

“No,” Dane says quickly. “I will not put you in harm’s way.” Looking at him, she tilts her head to the side and growls.

“Let me restate that. Iamcoming with you.” She grits her teeth as she holds his gaze. “Those fuckers raped her. I watched that fucking video! I want them fucking dead!”

Dane bites back quickly in response, “What would you do, huh? Do you even know how to shoot a fucking gun, Jenny? At most, you will just be a distraction,” he says while grabbing a vest.

“Did you idiots not even care to look up the fucking location?” We both look at one another as we glance back in her direction. “Yeah, I didn’t fucking think so. The warehouse she is in, the docks in that area are full of drugs and prostitution. I could help be a decoy for the two brothers. I remember you telling us they were womanizing assholes. I could lure them away from the building so you fuckers can take their lives.”

We both stare at her in awe. Why did I not even think to look up the fucking location? Oh, that’s right, because rage has fully taken over. Her look softens as she walks towards him.

“I can help. Let me be the distraction. Let me coax them out. If they are as big of idiots as you say, then let me work my body in your favor.” Looking at Dane, I raise one eyebrow. He starts to shake his head in protest.

“No, Eli. You know this is a bad idea.” I take a deep breath, shaking my head and letting it out.

“You know how weak they are when it comes to beautiful women, and you know what goes on down at those docks. It could work,” I say as I look over to Jenny. A faint smile breaks from her pale, ghostly face. Dane lets out a loud growl and starts to pace back and forth, seemingly talking to himself and cussing. After a few moments of his self-chatter, he looked at me.

“Fine!” He says as he walks up to me, getting so close that our noses almost touch, “but if anything happens to her, I will fucking kill you myself.” His words cut like a knife. I give him a sly smile.

He loves this woman. I have never seen it. Never seen him more devoted to anyone other than her. Looking back at him, I nod my head and turn towards Jenny.

“Get ready,” I say to her as she nods and then heads up the stairs. “Make sure to wear something revealing. Oh, and wear a wig.” Looking back at Dane, I can see the anger oozing out of every pore of his body. I look away and grab the duffle bag, pushing my way past Dane and out of the room.

Night fell as we made our way to Dane’s black Chevy, parked out front. We threw our black duffle bags into the bed of his truck. Jenny is dressed in black fishnet stockings and a low-cut skin tight orange dress. Her red wig has long curls falling to the center of her back in loose waves. The docks are known for local prostitution.

Men will seek out the women who hide in the shadows and walk the empty parking lots to get their dicks wet, without the fear of a police presence. We know from personal experience how the Heathen brothers love their prostitutes.

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