Page 83 of Hunt Me
‘I took his bitch to pay. You should be thanking me, you useless whore. Another hole for them to fuck, should be grateful!’Mag continues as she waves her blade around the room.‘I gave you this place, and now I’m giving you her. I should give you both to them for you being such an ungrateful cunt!’
The girl winces ever so slightly at her words and instantly my blood boils as I let my anger consume me. Not only has this disgusting excuse of a human hurt my best friend, my pregnant best friend, but she has been hurting this girl as well. She’s probably hurt countless women in unspeakable ways.
I grab a stool close to a pile of blankets made up like a bed, not allowing myself to look too deeply at what I now know this room is used for. I charge towards the bitch that brought me here just as the girl lurches for my attacker, some fight still in her.
Mag halts her movements as her attention becomes stuck between two different directions as my screaming draws her attention. Mag doesn’t have time to react as I smash the stoolacross her face; her hands are gripped by the girl who watches with pain burning behind her eyes.
Bloodied spit splatters the door as I bring the stool back, ready to hit Mag again and again.
My head pounds with each movement, and my battered muscles protest, but I don’t allow myself to stop. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of here, how I’m going to get back to my group.
‘Fuck. You.’I scream into the now unrecognisable face.
What if the girls are in trouble? What if this evil bitch did something to them.
My breaths shorten, and the pounding of my erratic heartbeat drowns out the pain in my head.
I need to get back to them.
The girl, the other woman.
My palm grabs the discarded dagger, and I spin to face the woman.
Her hands are held up in surrender, and I notice the chain linked between them,‘no, no, I’m not—’ She stutters.
I shouldn’t ask. I know the answer before the question even leaves my mouth.
‘What did she mean? When she said…’ I assess her, not lowering my weapon.
‘Don’t make me say it,’her voice cracks slightly, and she clutches her robe to her chest.
Sickness pools in my stomach, as I know for sure. The chains wrapped around her, the purple robe being the only thing sheis wearing, her green and purple bruised legs peeking out from beneath.
Her dead eyes.
‘What’s your name?’
She doesn’t answer. Just stares at me, face devoid of any emotion.
‘Do you know a way out?’I ask, trying my hardest to add a softness to my voice that I do when speaking to some of the girls in my group, but my desperation is clear.
She nods,‘think yeh.’
I grab a hold of her wrist and pull her to the door. Her body stiffens at the touch, but I don’t have time to do anything but drag her through the door and into the sewers.
Our feet are bare, and I grimace, feeling how we sprint through fuck knows what, our splashing steps echoing down the tunnel.
‘This way,’she pants, signalling to the left.
Screaming drifts down the tunnels, lots of it. But the girl doesn’t falter. Instead, the noise seems to spur her on more.
We slow to a jog as we approach a lit room, which emits the same orange glow as the others.
‘Emily,’she says, and I realise she is giving me her name before she peaks around the corner. Her body goes ramrod straight as she observes whatever is on the other side. The only movement is her iron-clad wrist jangling as she motions for me to follow.
I gasp as I take in what must be at least a dozen bloodied bodies littering the floor. My mouth opens and closes, but nothing useful comes out.
Emily begins to laugh manically beside me. Her face splits into a painful grin as she takes in the dead bodies around us and spits.
