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Flattening his chest against the massive back, Seth wound an arm around the man’s stomach and wrenched the gun out of his weakening fingers. He peeked out from the leather-sheathed shoulder of his living shield, pointed the gun in Ernst’s direction, and pulled the trigger. The gunshot kicked back, deafening him. The sound empowered by the empty, round space made the red-faced guy squeal and clasp his ears.
Ernst stumbled back and looked down at the hole that ruined the right breast of his jacket. His hand went limp. The metal clanged against the concrete as he lost his grip on the gun. “Fucker…”
Seth shot again, aim jumping. Bullets biting into the walls made him regret never visiting a shooting range. When the last boom rang through the space and his pistol clicked with an empty chamber, he threw the weapon aside and released the wounded man.
Holding his chest, the bulky figure dropped to his knees and hunched over. Blood dripped on the floor to be absorbed by cement dust.
Seth growled as his vision doubled. The vortexes, sensing blood, twirled around his feet, feasting on a new soul.
“I’ll kill him.” The red-faced man squeaked and thrust both hands forward, fingers tight around the gun. Seth’s shoulders involuntarily tightened as if flexing his muscles could stop bullets from entering his flesh.
“Stop fucking shooting!” The enraged snarl morphed into unpleasant, hoarse laughter that sounded like nails scratching against a chalkboard. The man winked and sent Seth an air kiss. “There’s no need for guns. That would be too boring. Piggy, grab him.”
Seth zeroed in on the man. For hours he’d been covered in blood, but it didn’t bother him as much as this gross gesture. The need to take a shower itched at him.
A loud grunt came from his right. A shadow flickered. Seth’s attention darted from one man to another, then to the duffel bag filled with weapons, laying so close yet too far from him. The distance of forty-five feet had never seemed so insurmountably huge.
Piggy charged at him. Seth did the only thing he could think of while standing under gunpoint. He lifted his gloved hand, curled his fingers around the tubular light bulb, and flicked his wrist, hoping that his latex gloves wouldn’t let the electricity through.
SNAP.Everything went black. Seth ducked aside and merged with the wall. He couldn’t see a thing, but his mind’s eye estimated the distance between him and the bolted chairs. Keeping his head low and steps small, Seth stretched his hand and touched cold, dead flesh. His other hand fingered the glass tube as if trying to figure out its strength. Glass had always been his most loyal ally, and he hoped it wouldn’t fail him tonight.
“Where the fuck is he?” Ernst shouted. “Find him. I’ll guard the door. And don’t fucking shoot, or you’ll kill me too, idiot.”
Seth didn’t need to strain his ears to locate the other man; his heavy breathing betrayed his whereabouts. He squeezed his eyes for a heartbeat before peering into the darkness. His eyes, adapting, made out a triangle of weak light cast on the floor below the roof entrance, right where the bag with the guns sat.
Fuck!Seth cursed in his heart. In the bluish moonlight, he would be a sitting duck.
The screech of a spark wheel yanked Seth’s attention to a tongue of fire. Orange light washed over Ernst’s sharp face. With his palm, he covered the fire and sucked on a thick cigar. A curl of smoke wrapped around his fingers and melted. The lighter clicked closed as an exhale of satisfaction drifted through the air. The red, burning dot moved from side to side. Seth relaxed a fraction. Constantly keeping the red dot in his field of vision, he scanned the space for the other man.
With a hand on the dead shoulder before him, Seth peeked out when light blazed, and the beam of a cell phone’s flashlight sliced the darkness. He ducked down just in time as the light scudded above his head.
“I can’t see a thing,” Piggy complained. The beam blazed above Seth’s head again.
The white spot jumped to the opposite side of the silo, neurotic, jerking movements betraying the mental state of its owner. Seth held his breath and rose to his feet. He flipped the glass in his hand, holding the tubes as he would a knife. He circled the chair, and leaped forward.
One arm wound around the thick torso; Seth drove the tubes into his throat. A not very manly squeal burst from the soft chest and drowned in a gargling noise. The glass tubes fell apart from the impact, leaving only shards in his hand. Seth’s sleeve weighted with blood.
The cell phone dropped from dead fingers, and the beam of white light streamed upward. Piggy staggered and fell forward.
An iron grip closed around Seth’s belly and imprinted his back into a rigid chest. Seth shot a glance at the red spot on the other side of the silo. It hadn’t moved an inch from the last time he’d seen it.
Fuck…
“Caught you. A cigar, a little saliva, and voilà. I can’t believe you bought such an old trick.” A chuckle resounded in Seth’s ears, and a wet tongue lapped over his earlobe with a squelch. “You know what they say? I licked you, so you are mine.” Shameless fingers snaked under his shirt and ran over his torso when the man spoke again. “Now, just like I promised, let me show you real pain.”
Seth’s stomach tensed in sheer instinct as something pressured his right side. His eyes unfocused, a vibration ran down his marrows, informing him that his body was cutting off unneeded functions to stop the blood loss. In the dark, he didn’t see a thing, but his palm covered the knurled hand wrapped around the knife handle, sticking out from above his hip.
I guess this is it…
“How does it feel?” The man moved the knife in and out of the wound as his other hand fumbled under Seth’s clothes and pinched a nipple. “Do you feel the heat and tension? Because I do. Should I show you how excited I am?”
Ernst thrust his hips forward, the full-blooded erection grinding against Seth’s crack. “I intend to make more holes in you and fuck each one. Please, don’t die until I finish.”
Seth felt like his blood reversed its flow.
Fuck, I’ll die here tonight.As Iron fingers stabbed his flesh, tearing on his clothes, Seth regretted not spending more time with Ignaz. The knife kept fucking the wound. His jeans soaked through on one side. With every drop of blood, energy drained from his body.
I wish I could see him again.
