Page 232 of Ruptured
“You want her released?” Bash demanded, not responding to Molly. “Fuck her or I’m killing her. I’m fucking sick of this back and forth.”
“She’s seventeen.”
Molly liked the new bull. His voice was deep and smooth.
“Not my fucking problem,” Bash yelled. “And something we’ve already discussed, so yes, I’m serious.”
“She’s injured and emaciated.”
“She’s also drugged up and insane. You have five seconds to decide. One.”
“Fine! I’ll do it.”
At the sound of a zipper, Molly flinched. Most of the bulls and heifers were so mean to her.
“Can I have some privacy?”
“You must think I’m fucking stupid. I’m watching you fuck her.”
“Bash—”
The first bullet hit Molly’s shoulder. It burned through her flesh, and she screamed.
“Make her suck your cock to get it hard, then fuck her.”
“Why are you doing this?” Easton asked.
Even through her pain, Molly heard how close to tears he sounded.
“Because, motherfucker, I don’t trust you. You’re either with me or you die. You want to negotiate her—”
“Fuck no!” Tom Harris called.
Another bullet blasted in the small room.
Screams broke through Molly’s fog.
“Shut the fuck up, motherfucker!”
Molly startled at Bash’s yell.
“It hurts! It hurts, Bash.”
Molly cringed at Daddy’s pain-filled voice. But she didn’t like him either. He was hiding Mama’s head.
“Don’t kill me. Please. Please, I’m begging you, Bash.” Daddy sniffled. “Kill that brainless cunt! Fuck her. You’re saving her for Ryan cuz you promised him? Well, what about what the fuck I promisedyou! Don’t fuck with me. I’ll see your entire organization brought—”
An endless stream of gunfire burst around her.
“Fuck, you just killed Tom,” Easton said. “No, you just spattered him to hell.”
“I didn’t like that motherfucker no way,” Bash said.
“Bash, I’m with you,” Easton swore. “I’ll pay you. Anything. Please.”
The next bullet hit Molly’s hip. She began to sob.
“The next fucking bullet is the kill shot.”
