Page 33 of Torching Vixen
“You better tell me you found them and you’re leaving right this second to get them or get your asses back in that room and do it,” Mom shouts, glaring at my dad and me.
Dad walks over to her, whispering in her ear. I have no fucking clue what he says, but I watch as my mom pulls her shoulders back and gives him a nod with watery eyes. Dad kisses her forehead before she turns and goes back into the kitchen.
My heart fills with hope that we’ll find them, and they’ll be okay because there are too many people who love them for there to be any other outcome.
I stagger back when those words finally settle into my brain. How in such a short time could that happen? I know without a doubt that the baby isn’t technically mine, but to my family and me, that baby is Hell Sacrifice’s, and we’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that the baby and Vix are safe.
I love her and that baby with every breath I have. Now, to get her back here so I can tell her.
23
Vixen
Imust’ve fallen asleep because the next thing I know, the door hitting the wall causes me to jump. I roll the best I can to see who is coming through the door and when I see the blonde skank that got me here, I just glare. I don’t know why the fuck she’s here, but I do know that when I’m free, she’ll be the first person I take out for threatening my baby.
“Oh, good you’re awake,” she coos, so chipper I could vomit.
“Oh, sorry, am I supposed to sleep when there’s a cunt—sorry, a cat amongst pigeons?” I ask, my voice all saccharine sweet.
She glares at me before tossing a fast-food bag on the bed beside me. She turns to walk away, not untying me so that I can eat.Is the bitch fucking stupid, or did bleaching her hair kill all her brain cells?My stomach cramps in hunger.
“Hey, crazy bitch, how am I supposed to eat this lovely dinner you have so graciously supplied for me with my damn hands tied above my head?”
She stops and scans me from head to toe like my question doesn’t make sense to her. Is she really that slow? How does she expect me to eat? I pull the rope so the bed creaks, hoping to snap her out of whatever place she has gone to in her head. Finally, she pulls her phone from her pocket and steps just outside the door to make a call.
“Fire said that I can untie one hand. He also said that I can’t hurt you, but I’ll knock you out again if you even think about doing something stupid,” crotch rot says as she starts undoing my restraints. “I cannot believe I'm doing this. He’s such a fucking prick. Is good dick really worth all this babysitting bullshit?” She mumbles the whole time, which makes me want to gag. Fire wasnotall that and a bag of chips, that’s for damn sure, especially now that I’ve had a taste of Torch’s loving.
“I don’t know what dick would be worth all this shit. Especially no one that is anywhere close to Fire.” I answer her question, even though she wasn’t really asking me.
“You would know, wouldn’t you?” she hisses. “I wonder what Torch would think knowing they all had a piece of your nasty snatch. Do you think that the prince would still love you?”
“How about you go ask him and while you’re at it, let him know where he can find me. This place is definitely a one-star stay,” I say just before the returning blood flow in my hand makes me cry out.
The bitch just smirks before walking out the door with such a swing in her hips I can’t figure how she doesn't break one. Once the feeling has completely come back, I tear into the bag like a hyena. I’ve no idea when the last time I ate was. I don’t even know what fucking time it is.
Once I get done inhaling my food like a Hoover, I lean back and take a better look at my surroundings. With one hand untied, I should be able to free myself. A plan starts to form, and I’m no longer waiting on the cavalry to get me. Nope, I’m going to get us out of this myself.
I turn my back to the door so that if, by chance, there are cameras, they won’t see me working on the remaining binds. My wrist is raw and almost bleeding when the knot finally gives way. I scream into my arm when the blood flow comes rushing back. The door opening makes me pause to see who is here. They drop a bottle of water on the bed beside me without a word.
When the door closes, I roll over, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. The floors are dirt.Where the fuck am I?I stand slowly, just in case my dinner decides to make a reappearance. At the door, I pray that someone fucked up and the door isn’t locked. To my complete shock, the door is open. I pull it just a crack so that I can see who is on the other side. A voice scares me shitless.
“Took you long enough to get free,” he says, sounding completely put out.
“Yeah, well, since you’re supposed to be dead, I guess time really would seem to drag ass,” I say, pulling the door the rest of the way open and looking at my former best friend.
“Vixy, I’ve got a lot to explain, but this isn’t the time or the place.” He looks sad.
His nickname for me brings tears to my eyes. “True, but I expect some fucking answers when we’re out of this. We both know you always have a way out.”
“I hope I do.” He says under his breath before pulling his shoulders back and addressing me. “The first part begins with you coming out of that room, so that fancy little tracker goes back online. The second is you then going back and being patient for them to get here.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. We’ve got the chance to get out now. Let’s do that,” I retort, not liking the sitting and waiting plan.
“Vixy, please just do this. There are too many of the fuckheads running around all drugged up and trigger happy. Doesn’t help that the closest fucking house is ten miles away. We need to do this right since it’s not just you,” he says in the tone that I know means there’s no changing his mind. “Alright, Vixy, come all the way,” he says, and I step completely out into the empty basement.
“Where are we? And why is there only one finished room?” I turn in a circle to see the rest of this hellhole.
“They had the sense to build a Faraday cage into the walls. I don’t know where they got that fucking idea,” Moose says snidely.
