Page 80 of Demo

Paige screamed! What the hell was this!? What the hell was going on!? And Abby! Poor Abby. She’d been through enough in her life. Who the hell could do this to her? Never mind herself. Paige could care less about herself. She needed to get Abby out of here!

The gag muffled her cries to where they were barely audible to her own ears. She knew that the volume she was hearing was more of an echo of her own vocal cords inside her body. There was no way she was projecting any volume.

But she still had to try.

A shadow moved in the doorway.

Both Abby and Paige froze at the new presence. The best way to describe the man wasmousy. He was small, probably five-six at best, with a very lean and frail looking physique. It was no wonder he had to tackle Paige the way he did. She probably weighed more than he did soaking wet. He had short blonde hair, glasses, blue eyes, and the biggest ears Paige had ever seen on a man his size. They reminded her of Dumbo.

The man stood hunched over. He was fiddling with something in his hands as he entered the room. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a reddish turtleneck sweater. He had such a long neck that there was still a good gap of skin below his chin. The man was so pale, it was obvious he didn’t get out into the sunlight much.

Paige had no idea how long she’d been unconscious. It could have been five minutes, it could have been fifty. Bulldog had said he’d be back in an hour. That wasn’t an exact deadline, but it was probably pretty close given it had come from Bulldog.

The man walked to the bottom of the massage table by Paige’s bare feet. Her stomach dropped as she saw him stare at them rather than her.

“I finally found you, my goddess.” Even his voice was mousy. It had a high-pitched squeak to it. Paige recalled him speaking to her before she’d passed out and wondered if she’d imagined the malice in his voice or if he’d specifically spoken like that.

Paige grunted through her gag. She tried to maneuver her body but the bindings held her tight.

Was this man going to kill her? Abby? Oh God. What would happen to her boys if she died? She didn’t even have a will naming Ronald and Cindy as their guardians. Demo wasn’t their biological father or anything to them. No court would ever let him have the boys, not when there was blood family that they could go to.

And Abby? Paige couldn’t imagine a world where Bulldog existed and Abby didn’t or vice versa. Was it possible that their love and connection was so strong that Bulldog would take his last breath the moment Abby did?

It was scary how right that notion felt. Morbid and sad, but it fit them. There was noonewithout the other. They were two halves of a whole.

Was Paige about to die on the replacement massage table she’d had to buy after she and Demo had destroyed the first one with their lovemaking? God, she hoped not. Their relationship was new, but itfeltsolid, right. She loved him as if he was a missing piece of her soul.

There had to be a way out of this…whateverthiswas.

The man leaned down as he trailed a finger over Paige’s right metatarsals. She flinched, not only at his touch but his cold finger.

“As soon as I saw you, I knew you belonged to me. I’ve,” he leaned down and inhaled her toes deeply, “waited so long. I had to find you. I had to make you mine.”

Paige had a sick feeling he was talking to herfeetwhen he used the word ‘you’ and notheras a person. He had yet to actually look at her.

He knelt on the linoleum floor. He was so short that Paige could barely see his head over her feet. But she could see him in the mirror.

Horror suffused her as she watched in utter helplessness as the man pressed his clean shaven face into the sole of her foot. Paige tried to kick him off of her, but the bindings were too tight. She could do little more than wiggle her toes at him.

Unfortunately that only seemed to encourage him. He moved in ecstasy and raised up to take Paige’s big toe into his mouth.

Paige heaved against her gag. It was only the knowledge that if she threw up, she would only have to swallow it back down that kept her stomach from retching back up the breakfast Demo had brought her and the boys that morning.

The man licked and moaned as he sucked on her big toe like he was a starving man devouring his favorite meal.

Paige tried to keep her head clear. The assault currently taking place had to do with the fetish site, that wasveryobvious. He’d seen her photos online and then must have tracked her down after the hack released her information.

Keys had been able to track the hack to an activist group known for taking down corrupt corporations and blackmailing politicians. Unfortunately, he also said it wasn’t like they all lived in the same town and were working out of the same location. The hackers lived all over the world. But the self-proclaimed leader of the hacktivist group claimed they had nothing to do with the foot fetish site being taken down.

The last Paige had heard, Keys was still investigating. Paige was not computer savvy enough to know what that meant.

“Oh my goddess!” the man moaned as he moved over to her other foot. Worshiping it like he had her right foot.

Paige was barely able to swallow back the bile that rose up her throat.

“All the times we spent together… All the videos…” he groaned. Paige couldn’t see where his left hand was but did not like where it looked like it was from her view in the mirror. “I was so hurt when you stopped accepting my requests. I knew I had to find you…” He licked the underside of her left foot from heel to toe.

Paige was beyond grateful that she did not have sensitive or ticklish feet. She did not want to feelanythingeven remotely funny about her situation. Even if it was an uncontrollable reflex.

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