Page 68 of Crimson Tears

But to my surprise, Nessa snorts. “I can vouch for them being well practiced.” Her voice is weak and laced with pain.

That only makes my blood run hotter. “I can assure you, Sweetheart, the only woman these fingers have been inside of is you.”

Well, fuck a cheese cracker, that was not supposed to slip out of my mouth.

“I am going to have to call bullshit on that,” Boris quips.

I turn to look at both of them, my face turning red. “Call it whatever you want, Old Man. She’s my one and only. Always has been, always will be.”

Boris’ jaw drops as does Nessa’s. I have no idea why she’s so surprised. For most of my childhood and teen years, Enya and Nessa were everything to me. I protected them, cared for them, watched out for them in every way I was capable of. If she thought those feelings went away because I had to disappear, she’s dead feckin’ wrong.

I turn back to my work, and the control panel finally comes into view. I have to stifle an actual laugh because they didn’t even put a back cover on the thing, exposing all the wires to me instantly.

I have to be careful though. Our cells won’t all be linked, but if I can get to the main power source, it’s possible I could trip the main line. If these doors were wired using traditional prison patterns, there will be a circuit that will force the doors all open at once.

In prisons, it’s in case of a fire or explosion, but here, it might just be what saves us. However, I look back at Nessa as her eyes start to droop, and I have a strong feeling we won’t all make it out of here alive if all three of us try to run.

As I examine the wires, I hear Boris and Nessa whispering.

“That was not expected,” Nessa says.

Boris chuckles. “You wanted a distraction, Little Fox.”

Nessa huffs and then groans. “That was more like a life revelation.”

I roll my eyes.If you ask me, it was really feckin’ obvious.My fingers might not have been inside of other women, but I’ve watched porn. I learned what to do and how to do it. I even took a peek at the dark side.

But that’s a story for a different time because I need to get us the feck out of here right now, and I cannot be thinking with my dick.

“Fuck,” Boris says, and I turn around with the wires that I think might do the trick in my hand.

Nessa passed out again—blood slipping out of her mouth and her breathing is nearly ragged. Her lips are severely chapped and the pink of her mouth is almost white now.

Thankfully, I saved some water and food I had been given just in case this feckin’ shite happened.

“Boris,” I say, making his head snap to me. It’s the first time I’ve used his name. “We won’t all be able to make it.”

I gesture to the wires, hoping I can keep our plan concealed until the last second. This will cut power and automatically open the doors, but we have no idea where we are or how many men are here.

“You have to be the one to go.” I gesture to the food and water I have here so he can see what I mean.

There’s no way we can move Nessa enough to get her out of here without the risk of puncturing her lung or heart with her broken ribs. Plus, the amount of pain she’ll be in if we run with her might kill me.

His jaw tightens, but I can see he understands. He has to be the one to run, and we have to find a way to lock these doors in the dark with no power. Green has gone in and out enough that I know how the locks work. I was always the engineer, and now it’s come to good use.

I give him one last look, then tap the wires together. A buzzing sound greets my ears, then the doors unlatch all at once and the room goes black.

Darkness surrounds us, but I hear the man outside, and I’m beyond thankful it’s only one. He clicks on a flashlight and I lunge through the door directly at him.

He has no chance with the anger and adrenaline pumping through me. Before I know it, his neck is snapped to the side and the flashlight falls to the ground.

I grab it as Boris runs out of his cell and into Nessa’s, using the light to shine it on him as he leans over her and presses a kiss to her head. She doesn’t move, but he knows he has to go.

While he has a moment, I grab the gun from the dead guy’s hands and find a knife and taser. Realizing his utility belt has a lot more in it, I decide to just take it all. He won’t be needing it anymore.

Voices sound in the distance, a door unlatching somewhere, and I know we’re out of time.

Boris approaches my side.

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