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Laura

My attempt at channeling more strength wasn’t working. Struggling against my restraints did nothing to help Beverly who was being tied to the table in front of me. The worst part was that it was an autopsy table. If blood or body fluids were released, it would all get washed down the drain near her feet.

My wild-woman screams stirred the rancid stench of death in the room when I realized that they were about to torture Beverly to make me talk. These crazy bastards wanted Megan and the whole crew that had attacked the farm when they’d attempted to rescue Aaron.

Tied and hanging in front of a wall of body freezers, my feet dangled a few feet off the floor as a rope bit into my wrists.

“Let her go, motherfucker! Take me, assholes! When I get loose, I’m going to kill all of you!” I yelled and taunted them to pull their attention from Beverly.

Beverly struggled, giving their asses a hard time, but she didn’t have enough strength to fight off three men. One of them was Luis, who wore his arrogant smile like a badge of honor.

They were a determined bunch that didn’t pay me a bit of attention until they had Beverly strapped to the table, her limbs and her mid-section strapped down by thick black straps that resembled seat belts. Beverly struggled against the restraints and yelled as much as I did.

The one at Beverly’s head picked up a large white rag from the top of a smaller metal table. When Luis, at her right side, lifted the hose attached to the autopsy table, my frantic mind struggled for a way to get them away from her. Were these evil, heartless bastards about to do what I thought they were?

The idea set me off, and I screamed and cursed as I struggled against the tight restraints that had me pinned to the wall like a useless portrait.

“Let her go, you fucking idiots. If you had any good sense, you’d already know that we don’t know shit. Take me. Leave her alone. I’m the mean angry bitch!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

“Don’t worry, mean, angry bitch, you’re going to get a turn too. And let’s see how big and bad you are when we have you on this table,” the one at Beverly’s feet spat at me, facing my direction.

“I’ll prove how big and bad I am. All you have to do is untie me, you fucking coward, picking on innocent women.”

The statement drew laughs from the bunch. Okay, so maybe we weren’t all that innocent, but we were women, and these assholes were treating us like we were two terrorists who’d been running buddies with Al-Qaeda.

The man at her head wet the cloth, the loud drips of water spilling to the floor. When he reached to place it over Beverly’s face, my yells turned into the voice of the demon that had possessed my body. They were prepared to waterboard my best friend, and there wasn’t shit I could do about it but scream and watch.

This was the kind of torture that left you with nightmares and night sweats, the same kind Dax had. It was the sort of shit that changed a person, turned you into the evil counterpart that lived within you. I believed I’d already given in to my evil counterpart, but Beverly hadn’t. They were about to strip away all the goodness that remained inside her.

The man drew the wet rag tight on each side of her head, and Luis stared at me while he took up the hose and aimed it toward Beverly’s face. At the sight of their actions, I lost it, yanking my wrist against the restraints so hard that my skin was being ripped apart. Where were Luke and Dax? They were former Special Forces. Weren’t they taught to break their way out of impossible situations?

Luis turned the water to the steady flow he desired and aimed it at Beverly’s mouth and nose. Instantly, she started choking and gagging as her body fought the restraints. Each breath she took turned into gurgling and muffled gasps as her chest heaved. Her body convulsed at the sensation of drowning, choking on her own oxygen and incoming water. She was living inside a nightmare I couldn’t pull her out of.

Beverly choked for what seemed like a lifetime before they removed the cloth and presented their questions. Stinging hot tears blurred my vision.

“Lacey Daniels. Where is she? Aaron Knox. Where is he? Derrick Michaels, Galvin Richardson, Marcus Rodgers, Scotland Ross, Wade, Jake, and Jackson Knox,” Luis continued down the list, glaring at me for an answer.

He knew the names of Aaron and Ansel’s crews as well as the August Knights. The only one they had from the group that had attacked this farm six months ago was Dax. It appeared they weren’t going to end their quest until they’d found everyone.

“Luke!” Beverly yelled as loud as she could between coughs and gags. We’d heard their first torture session, the constant pounding of flesh as they’d asked Luke and Dax the same questions they were currently asking me. They’d wanted us to hear the men getting beaten. Now, they wanted the men to hear us getting tortured.

“Luke!” Beverly yelled, coughing and gagging once more before the rag was tossed over her face and they re-commenced with waterboarding her.

Another round, Luis pulled the water away, and the rag was removed while he went back to asking questions.

“You tell us where these people are, and we will stop,” Luis, standing at her right side, barked at me. He aimed the running water at her side, allowing it to run into the table to be washed down the drain.

Beverly was busy coughing up her lungs as I fought to think of a way to get them to stop. If I didn’t tell them what they wanted to hear, they were going to torture Beverly until they killed her. Like the smelly assholes they were, they didn’t give her time to regain her breathing before they had the cloth back over her face and were aiming the water again.

Tears ran down my face as I begged for them to stop. “You’re killing her. Take me! Please! Stop!” I yelled through my cries. Just when I was about to have a nervous breakdown, the double metal doors were blown open with a resounding boom that seemed to rock the room. Luke’s shirtless battered body filled up the frame.

The moment Luke noticed what they were doing to Beverly, he went from Hulk to big bad-ass beast straight out of Hell. The asshole who was standing at Beverly’s feet lost a portion of his head as blood and brain matter misted into the air. His body lunged forward and landed over Beverly’s feet for a few seconds before it did a slow-motion glide and tumbled to the floor.

It was difficult to accept, but hard not to acknowledge. If there was ever someone who loved another human, I was certain Luke loved Beverly with all he had. The sound of gunfire in the background let me know the Silent Assassin had gotten lose and he was saying goodnight to more DG6 members.

The remaining assholes knew better than to test the big man with the gun. Luis dropped the hose, raised his hands, and appeared ready to faint. The one at Beverly’s head released the rag.

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