Page 30 of Loki
“It’s either you let me go to the bathroom or clean up piss and shit, Dylan. Milo. Whatever the fuck your name is. Your choice.”
The look of disgust on his face was laughable. It was the first time he had shown any kind of emotion since threatening me with the worse shit imaginable.
Hope surged through me as he untied my ankles first, one by one. I could try to kick him, but that still put me having to untie my own hands, which would cost me precious time. So, I pushed down the urge to kick him in the nuts or in his fucking smug face.
Then he moved to the head of the bed and released one wrist. I tried my hardest not to show my excitement at almost being free. He strolled to the other side of the bed and released my otherwrist. I sat up in the bed, rubbing my wrist where the rope had been.
“Don’t try anything stupid,” he said as I slowly stood from the bed. “You’re already in deep shit with him. Don’t make it worse.”
I ignored his warning. I was going to try whatever I could to get out of here. And to get out of here, first I had to figure out a way to get him to this side of the bed. When I took a step, I stumbled then braced myself against the bed. My legs did feel like jelly but not so much where I couldn’t walk.
“Motherfucker,” he groaned as he walked towards the other side of the bed. “Am I gonna have to help you piss too?”
“You probably like shit like that, anyway. Why not?” I mumbled, and he glared at me as he pulled me up onto my feet.
“Let me go. I’m fine,” I said, trying to pull out of his grasp.
When he released me, I quickly grabbed the lamp that sat on the nightstand and swung it with all the strength I could muster.
It shattered against his head, and he stumbled, clutching where the lamp landed against the side of his head. Pure rage covered his face as rushed towards me.
“I’m going to kill you bitch!”
When he reached me, I swung the lamp at his head once more, the force of the impact vibrating through my arms. Again, he stumbled clumsily, his feet tripping over themselves before collapsing to the floor.
Blood gushed from his head, filling the air with a metallic scent, as he let out a guttural groan of pain and gripped his wound.
Fuck, I’m going to have to kill him.
I grabbed a shard of the thick porcelain lamp, straddled his body, and stabbed him over and over again until he stopped moving and making any sounds.
I stood up and stumbled backwards, dropping the piece of porcelain to the floor as my bloody hands trembled.
I’d never hurt another living thing in my life. Him or me replayed inside my mind.
“Me or him,” I mumbled, my widened eyes focusing on the dead body sprawled across the beautiful hardwood floors covered in blood. “It was him or me.”
Startled by a noise from outside the room, I rushed to the window not caring about my blood or his that covered my hands or my body. I didn’t believe I’d be able to go out the bedroom door, so my only escape route would be through the window.
“Fuck, I hope this is the first floor.”
As I pushed open the window with my blood covered hands that had also been cut by the shard of porcelain, a gentle breeze brushed against my face, and relief flooded my senses.
My heart raced as I glanced over the ledge. I found myself in an unconventional spot, situated between the ground floor and the second story. The window was somewhere in between. But it really didn’t matter how high up it was. This was my only route to escape.
I threw one of my legs over the window seal, but at that exact moment the sounds of footsteps grew louder as the bedroom door swung open. They ran to the window, their hands grabbing onto me and pulling me back inside before I could jump.
I screamed and tried my best to get away. “Let me go!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face.
“Doc!” one of the men yelled. “Doc!”
“No!” I screamed as I continued to fight against their hold. “Let me go!”
Milo’s blood covered my skin making it difficult for them to get a hold of me. I definitely wouldn’t make it easy for them. I’d just killed one of their men, and had already escaped one time, then tried again. I had no idea what they had planned for me. Before I let them keep me here in this fucked up house of horrors, they’d have to kill me.
I bit one of them on the arm, and he released my arm then I rushed towards the window again, only to be yanked back by my hair, then tossed to the blood covered floor again.
“Sedate her!” someone yelled.
