Page 39 of Denial

I let them pull me up from the floor and drag me from the room, down the same hallway, and back to the room where they’ll strap me to the table once again. Knowing that if they get my arms and legs strapped down, I won’t be able to escape in time to grab the knife, I have to make my move the second I get in the room with the two assholes. The second the door shuts behind us, I make my move. Lunging for Slimy Man Two, I elbow him in the gut which causes him to bend over and gasp as I hit him just right to drive all the air from his lungs. With his attention focused on sucking in air, I kick out at Slimy Man One and take out his knee. The pop of it dislocating fills the room we’re in and I reach out to grab the knife from Slimy Man Two. He doesn’t even put up a fight to get his weapon back from me.

In one quick slash of my arm, I slice the asshole's neck when he goes to stand up. Blood spray all over me and I close my eyes for a second to use my shirt and clean my face up the best I can. Opening my eyes back up, I watch as the fucker squirms on the ground at my feet with his hands covering the wound I inflicted in a desperate attempt to keep his blood from flowing.

“Ya know, I’m really glad my dad and uncles taught me how to defend myself and not be afraid of getting my hands dirty. You’re my first kill, but I’m about to add your friend over here as the second person that I send to hell. I hope you fucking rot for eternity!” I yell out, all the pain, rage, hate, and every other emotion I’ve been feeling since meeting fucking Becker finally has an outlet.

Turning my attention to Slimy Man One, I watch as he struggles to get off the floor he’s currently sprawled on. Leaning over him, I step on the knee I kicked out and listen as he screams like a bitch. Pressing the knife against his neck doesn’t stop the screams from his mouth and I quickly repeat the motion to slide the blade across his throat. Like Slimy Man Two, his hands immediately go to his throat in an attempt to contain the blood spilling from his body. It’s not going to work, but I’m happy to watch him struggle as so many women have struggled against what has been done to them by these two stupid douche canoes.

Before I can even think about moving the bodies so Garrison will be shocked when he walks in the room and doesn’t see them, I hear his footsteps walking down the hall toward the room I’m in. Don’t ask me how I know it’s him, but I do. Maybe it’s because the steps aren’t stomping like the men wearing boots do when they come to the room to gather the women they’re taking. These steps are even, slow, and barely register through the door blocking me from seeing him. If anything, there’s almost the tell-tale sound of a heel clicking against the cement floor that dress shoes typically make.

Making a split second decision, I hide behind the door. Thankfully it swings in the room I’m currently in so I can hide behind it and surprise Garrison from behind. I stand with the knife in my hand as I listen to the steps getting even closer to the door. It doesn’t take long as my breathing picks up and my heart starts to race for the door to open. Holding my breath, I watch as Garrison enters the room and comes to an abrupt stop when he notices his two men bleeding out on the floor, their lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling above them.

“What the fuck?” he roars out, looking around the room for me as I race up behind him on silent feet since my shoes have disappeared somewhere in this hellhole.

As Garrison turns around to face me, I slice his abdomen with the knife. It’s a deep wound that goes from one side of his body to the other. He looks down, face full of shock, as I force him to walk backwards toward the table that’s still in the upright position instead of laying down the way it was when I was first brought in here. Once Garrison is up against the metal, I quickly make work of strapping his ankles and wrists in the leather straps so he can’t get loose. Searching his pockets, I remove his cell phone, gun, his personal possessions, and the money from his pockets. I set it all on a tray next to me as Garrison finally starts to speak again.

“You fucking bitch! When I get out of this room, you’re dead,” he threatens me as I start laughing in his face. “First the club of yours doesn’t give into my demands and give Morgan back to me. Now, when I was going to come have fun with you, you think you’ve gotten the upper hand. I’ve got more money than you’ve ever dreamed of having and any doctor is easily bought to fix my wound.”

“First of all, no one will get to you in time, Garrison. See, that wound to your stomach isn’t enough to kill you. It’s deep, but I know enough to realize that I didn’t hit anything vital. There are other ways to kill a sick fuck like you and it’s only going to take me seconds just like it only took me seconds to kill the other two in here. And I could’ve told you that the club wasn’t gonna hand Morgan over to you. I’ve heard a little of what you’ve done to her and they will do anything to protect a woman from monsters like you. She’s finally starting to live her life the way she wants and you’re not going to rob her of anything more. Rot in hell, Garrison. Becker will be joining you soon,” I state, bringing the knife up once more and slicing his throat worse than the other two because this asshole believes that no one will ever take him out and for everything that he’s done to women over the years.

I don’t make my way back over to the door of the room until I watch Garrison take his last breath. At the very least, I’ll be able to give Morgan the closure she not only needs, but that she deserves to have so she can move forward with her life. She will no longer need to worry about Garrison finding her and getting his hands on her once again. With all three men dead, I head for the door and listen for a minute to ensure no one else is entering the hallway. When I don’t hear anything, I quickly make my way back to the room we’re all being held in. Right now, I don’t open any of the other doors because I don’t know if it’s only women being held behind them or if men are in there. The less men I see and have to worry about dealing with, the better off I’ll be for now.

Entering the room again, the women all look up in shock. I grab the keys from the hook on the wall and start making my way through the room to each cage. Once the doors are all unlocked, I make sure the door blocking us off from the hall is locked so it will be harder for someone to get inside with us.

“I want you all to remain in your cages until I tell you to get out. If you see a woman or girl who is too weak to escape on her own, help her,” I tell the girls as I remain close to the door with my back to the women.

“What are you waiting for?” one of the women asks me.

“My family to show up. I might not know how long we’ve been here, but a video of my beating was sent and my uncle and cousin are geniuses with anything electronic. If there’s a clue in there, they’ll find it. I’m guessing it won’t be long before they show up and take out everyone here,” I answer the woman with my eyes locked on the door so I can get anyone trying to enter before they actually get close to the unlocked cages.

“Okay. We’ll follow your lead,” a second woman says as low murmuring is heard from everyone in the room with me.

I have no clue how long has passed since I took out Garrison and his two fucked-up sidekicks before opening all the cages in the room I’ve been placed in. All I know is I’m exhausted and ready to get the fuck out of here. This entire time I haven’t taken my eyes from the door and everyone in the room with me has been silent so I can hear what’s going on in the hallway outside this room. They might not know what the fuck I’m doing, but they do know that I have hope and the belief that my family will be here to rescue me. Each woman and girl in here are trying not to get their hopes up, but it’s hard when I feel so strongly about my family showing up as I know they will. So, the women and girls do whatever they believe I need them to do so we can all get the fuck out of here.

Trinity has essentially appointed herself as my second in command if that’s what you want to call it. She’s organized the rest of the women and girls to help get those out of the cages who won’t be able to do it for themselves. We’ll surround those who need help the most and ensure no one touches them and that they get to escape the prison they’ve been in for so long now. Even an hour in this place is way too long for a woman to be here against her will. And I truly don’t believe a single one of these girls and women would ever willingly choose to be here. Not with assholes who are beating, torturing, and assaulting them in ways I don’t even want to begin thinking about.

As I stand here, I make a silent promise to myself that I will ensure every woman and girl in this place gets the help they need to overcome the atrocities that have been done to them. None of them will get lost in the world and ever feel as if they don’t have a champion at their side. I will do whatever it takes to ensure they heal and become the women they dream of being despite what’s been done to them. They will be reunited with their family members who are more than likely going out of their minds with worry and those who don’t have any family or were sold to these stupid fucks by family members, will be saved and given accommodations so they’re not alone in the world.

Finally, I hear a loud commotion coming from beyond the door we’re standing behind. Turning to face the women and girls, I know I’ve got the largest smile on my face.

“That’s my family. I’m going to go in the hall and make sure that none of the sick fucks get in this room and use us as human shields to protect their worthless lives. The rest of you start helping everyone out of the cages and wait for my return. I’m not going to be far,” I order them as Trinity gets out of her cage and starts opening the rest of the doors so everyone can be free.

I walk to the door and slowly twist the lock as gunfire erupts and I know the battle is going strong as my family takes out all the fuckers in this place. The knife is still in my hand as I enter the hallway to the sound of shouting, gunfire, and screams so loud it fills my head and I can’t hear anything else. My steps are slow as I creep down the hallway and come to the large open room where I spot my family spread out taking aim at all the stupid fucks who think Garrison is still alive and going to protect them from their fate.

My dad sees me without stopping what he’s doing. It’s not much, but I watch as the tension escapes him and his entire body relaxes. Honestly, if I didn’t know my dad as well as I do, I wouldn’t even notice him relax the slight fraction he allows himself to. With his eyes going back to the task at hand, I turn to go back down the hallway. Opening the door of the room we’ve been held in, I find Trinity ready to lead everyone else out.

“We’re gonna make our way to the end of the hallway. I will remain in front at all times. Those who need help moving, stay in the middle with the women helping you. Do not leave the end of the hall before I tell you to. My family is busy taking out the twatwaffles and can’t have any distractions or it could cost them their lives. I see you causing an ounce of distraction, I won’t hesitate to take you out myself. I’ve already killed three men today,” I warn everyone and hate that I have to be this way with them, but they need to understand how serious I am in this moment.

“We’ll do whatever you say, Hope. You’ve done nothing but save us and we won’t do anything to harm any of your family members. It’s because of you all that we’ll be free from our prison and not treated any worse than what we’ve already suffered through,” Trinity states, her voice hard and cold as the rest of the women and girls nod their heads in agreement.

We all make our way back down the hallway and I truly want to open the doors we pass, but I still have no clue what’s behind them. So, I ignore that feeling and continue moving with the rest of the women and girls following close behind me. When we get to the end of the hallway again, I stop and they copy my movements. Together we watch on as the gunfire starts to die out and my family members are still standing tall and strong amongst the monsters working for Garrison and Becker. I look around as Trinity tells the women to shield the girls from looking around the large room. None of them need to see anything else that’s gone on here today. All of the death and destruction because these vile monsters chose to back the wrong assholes with the promise of whatever it is they want the most. I know how all this shit works and I’m not far off with my assessment.

I’m lost in my mind looking around until large, strong hands grip my hips and lift me into the air. Without even seeing who has me, I know I’m in Jinx’ arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face in his shoulder. The unique smell that’s all his surrounds me and I can’t stop the tears from filling my eyes and spilling over to soak his cut and shirt beneath me.

“I’ve got you, Sweet Girl. No one’s ever gonna hurt you again,” he promises me as another set of hands takes me from Jinx’ arms and I’m being held by my dad.

“Baby Girl, are you okay?” he questions me, setting me on my feet so he can look me over from head to toe. “Where are you hurt? That’s so much fuckin’ blood.”

“It’s not my blood, Dad. I’m okay. I was hit and beat on a little bit, but that’s all. These women and girls need to have Doc check them out. They’ve all been here so long and I can’t even begin to imagine what’s been done to them,” I inform my dad as he looks over my head to see the group with me.

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