Page 4 of Savage Queen (Blood Empire 3)

“Sorry, but unless it's me stabbing you to death, I don't wanna play.” I call back as the door slams shut. The lock clicks into place, and I’m alone in the dark by myself... yet again.

“Could have given me a book or something,” I mutter, flopping back on the mattress in the corner. This place is boring as fuck. There’s no source of entertainment at all. My mind starts to wander as I try not to think about Evie and the guys. No, that just makes me sad as hell, and it's not an emotion I need right now. So, I think of food. Yummy pizza, chicken wings, and tacos.

My belly growls and I’m regretting letting my mind go there. Turning my head to the side, I glare at the sandwich. “Why couldn’t you be a delicious burger? Why do you gotta taste like ass?” I mutter. “And not even the good kind, like Evie’s.”

Fuck, Evie.I hope she's okay. Seeing her on the ground like that... I was ready to lose my fucking mind. Then this fucker comes back from the dead like a fucking terminator or some shit.

No matter how many times I play it over and over in my mind, I can’t figure out how he got out of there. I shot him... a lot. I took out his legs, and that place was burning down real fucking fast. He would’ve had to have gotten out of there within minutes or less to have survived. There was only one way out, and I know this because Evie hacked into the floor plans the first time we talked about running.

So... how the fuck is he upstairs and I’m locked in his basement? I feel like a fucking idiot. That of all the people to get one over on me, it’s Triver. But also, of course it is, because the universe seems to have some sort of beef with me. Was being kidnapped and locked in an underground strip club, where I was used as a sex dollnotenough?

Does God hate me so much for killing the evil men in this world that he’s giving me this fate? Like damn, I feel like I’m doing him a big ass favor.

I’m going to get out of here, I know that for sure. The only thing is, how much damage is he going to leave me with by the time I do manage to escape?

Because based off the fact that he has a fucking prison cell in his fucking basement, it wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing. He’s been planning this for a while.

And I don’t think he has any intentions of ever letting me go this time.

Well, joke’s on him because he’s gonna die, and this time I’m gonna make sure he stays dead.

For now, I’ll sit here and suck it the fuck up. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in a situation like this, but sadly, this cell isn’t much worse than the one Evie and I lived in for all of those years he had us.

At least this time I’m not being raped by men for hours on end, every day.

And if this fucker thinks he’s gonna use me as his own personal sex slave or some shit, he has another fucking thing coming.

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