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Movement in the mirror drew her attention up from the man, who was now licking his rough tongue between her toes like they were weave poles.

Abby was carefully moving the rolling chair along the wall. As soon as she realized she had Paige’s attention, she paused. Lifting her bound wrists, Abby held up the pointer finger and thumb of her right hand. She indicated her chin towards the man and then lowered her thumb multiple times like it was a trigger.

Fear replaced disgust. Abby was telling her the man had a gun. That must have been how he was able to subdue Abby without having to knock her out as he had done Paige.

Paige nodded her understanding. After glancing down at the man again, she moved her eyes to the open doorway. The man didn’t seem to even notice Paige, other than her feet. It was doubtful he even remembered Abby was in the room. If Abby could go get help… Angel was right across the street.

Her legs weren’t bound. As soon as she was out of the room, she could make a run for it. Paige had no idea where their phones were. Hers might still be in the backroom where she left it while they were counting inventory.

The look Abby gave her was full of sympathy, like she didn’t want to leave Paige alone. Paige’s was full of encouragement. If she didn’t go get help, there was no doubt in Paige’s mind that she wasn’t making it out of here alive. She imagined being killed off and then the man cutting off her feet and having them taxidermized like some sick, fucked up sex toy for him to take out and play with.

Abby made it to just before the door. She paused, checking to see if the man had noticed her movements.

He didn’t.

Abby gave Paige one last look that seemed to saygood luck, stood, and tiptoed from the room. As much as Paige wished she would run, to get help faster, she knew Abby was trying to be as silent as possible.

A horrible thought occurred to Paige when she remembered the buzzer Keys had set up at her front door. Had the man locked them inside? Would Abby be able to silence the buzzer before making her escape?

Paige feared the man going after Abby with his gun.

Ding-dong!

Paige stiffened, her eyes going wide as the man jumped to his feet. She waited for him to go after Abby, but his eyes were solely transfixed on her feet. Had he even registered the chime of the door? If he did, he was clearly ignoring it.

How long would it take for Abby to run across the street to get Angel? A minute? Two minutes, tops?

Horror gripped Paige as the man moved just enough to realize he had his cock out of his pants. The organ was erect, but not overly large. Three inches at most. Vaginal rape had not occurred to her with his fixation on her feet.

Hurry, Abby!Paige shouted in her mind.

The man, though, made no move to undress Paige or get to her sex. Instead, he kicked over the stepstool some of her shorter patients used to get up onto the massage table. He climbed atop it, so his hips were just above the table.

Eyes closed, his face tipped up towards the ceiling with a look of elation across his features, the man started to masturbate over her feet.

CHAPTER 14

Rise of the Valkyrieinterrupted their goodbye and show of appreciation to Susan Black. She’d confirmed Bulldog’s suspicion that the landlord to Paige’s building had no cause to terminate her lease now that she was paid up and current. And even if he did, he had to give her a thirty-day notice and bring her before the magisterial district court with probable cause.

Demo frowned when he saw the caller was Angel. “Angel, hey, we’re?—”

“Get to the clinic! Get to the clinic now!” From the sound of wind in the background, Demo deduced Angel was running.

Demo wasn’t sure which one of them hung up the call first. “We need to go!”

Bulldog did not waste time arguing. He was already uneasy being away from Abby as he was. They raced out of Susan’s offices. The clinic was down Main Street, on the other side of the traffic light. Demo hated it, but driving would be faster than running with the snow and ice obstacles.

They didn’t fight over who was driving. Demo’s Bronco was closer. “Something’s happening at the clinic,” he told his SAA. “Angel was running.”

Fury crossed over Bulldog’s features. He did not need to tell Demo to get them there fast. Nor did he press Demo for more information. He knew Demo would have given it if he had it. Demo sped out of the parking spot and shot down Main Street. He didn’t even check if the traffic light was green before he crossed it, paying attention only to ensure the crossing was clear.

He hit the brakes hard outside the clinic. Not bothering to park properly, Demo only brought the vehicle to a complete stop before throwing the gearshift. He ran out and into the clinic.

The expectantding-dong!of the bell was covered by the blast of a gunshot.Bam!

“Abby!” Bulldog roared, pushing past Demo. The fear in his voice was palpable.

Demo’s own heart was thundering as he followed on Bulldog’s heel to the first therapy room. A room Demo had come to think of as his and Paige’s quickie room. It was all they had done in there since the first time when they’d broken the massage table.

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