Page 64 of Milk
Wren looked down at the woodpecker tattoo on his wrist and her eyes widened. She went feral, biting into his hand, tearing at him with nails and teeth. She fought him with more violence than I thought she was capable of.
“Jason! Let her go!Now!” I ordered.
“It’s the drugs. They must be making her go berserk,” Jason said, holding Wren pinned.
She kept trashing and fighting, uselessly scratching him. At some point, the mix of her horror, her exhaustion, and his massive frame holding her down, made her collapse. Jason tossed her over his shoulder.
“Let’s go.”
“Jason, w-what was that?”
“This place makes chicks insane.” Jason shrugged. “Come on, Tiffany. Let’s fucking go.”
I frowned, but led him to the elevator. We didn’t talk for the whole ride up until we emerged in the empty warehouse. Behind me was the prairie where Carter and I had finally fucked with the promise of freedom in my head. That wasn’t where I led Jason. I went towards the front of the facility.
There were only a handful of guards between us and freedom. We managed to evade them by hiding and some luck. We arrived at the large gate and Jason placed Wren down to force the door to the security booth open. It was unmanned. He pressed a button, but a red light flared with a buzz.
“I need the card to open the gate,” he said, looking at me from inside the booth and extending his hand, expecting me to give him the keycard.
I looked at that woodpecker tattoo on his wrist. I frowned for a moment. I looked at the passed-out Wren, then I took a step back.
“Why did Wren freak out when she saw you?”
“What? Look at me! Why do you think she freaked out? Tiffany, we don’t have time for this,” Jason said furiously. “Give me the card.”
“No,” I took another step back. “You’re lying to me. The tattoo … She recognized you.”
“Tiff,” he growled, stepping out of the booth.
“You-You raped her! You’re the one who attacked her!” I shouted.
“Fuck, Tiff.” Jason grunted. “You had to get all Sherlock Holmes on me, huh? Yeah, I did it. My boys did it. Their kind is destroying our country. Someone has to make a stand and make sure they know fear so they don’t forget their place.”
“J-Jason!”
He sighed and shook his head, obviously frustrated and disappointed. “The plan was simple. You and me get out and we call the cops. I was even going to let you live. But you just had to bring her along, didn’t you? Couldn’t leave that loose end. So the plan changed: we get out, I have my fun with you, then I break your neck and dump you in the woods. Since you’re backing out now, I guess the plan just changed again.” His cock twitched as he walked towards me.
I couldn’t believe he was getting off to this. I stepped back, tripped, and fell on my ass. Jason loomed over me, his monstrous dick dripping pre-cum on my tits.
“I guess I’ll take that card from you and smash your head in,” Jason grunted. “I can find another chick to fuck on the outside. Not a big loss,” he said, then stroked his pulsing dick. “Though maybe I have just enough time.”
“Y-you can’t…” I said, in tears. “We’re friends.”
“Friends with benefits now,” he snarled.
He leaned down and almost grabbed my neck, when a loud bang rippled across the courtyard. The bullet ripped through his forearm, taking out a chunk of his enlarged muscle, and sending him staggering back.
“W-what!” Jason cried in pain and confusion.
Another bang. Thewooshof a bullet flying through the air was followed by the sound of flesh tearing as Jason was shot in the thigh. He fell to his knees.
“T-the fuck?!”
“Tiffany, are you okay?”
I looked back to see Carter approaching, holding a rifle in his hand and wearing a black jumpsuit. He was too close to be the one shooting. As Jason saw him, he roared furiously. He pushed himself up to his feet and prepared to lunge at Carter. Another shot came from the darkness. This one hit Jason’s crotch, tearing one of his balls open and sending him to the ground, groaning in pain.
“C-Carter?” I asked.
