Page 103 of The Tangle of Awful

What happens when he knows I’m awake?

I desperately keep the whine that’s lodged in my throat at bay.

“You want her back?” Drew growls. “Then give me what I want. Tell me where the fuck my girlfriend’s body is. I know you crazy motherfuckers had her killed.”

Panic claws at my chest.

Stay quiet.

Don’t move.

As much as I wish to cry out, begging whoever is on the other line to save me, I can’t take that chance. If he’s recording a video and not a live call, I’ll compromise myself.

“I’ll hack her to pieces and send you a body part each day,” Drew threatens. “And then I’ll take out each and every one of you one by one just like I did Tasha.” He chuckles, dark and cruel. “But that bitch just wouldn’t die, would she? There’s always time. Later.”

My body shudders so hard the bed squeaks. Dumb girl. Dumb, dumb girl. Get a hold of yourself.

Something cold and metal presses against my pussy. I shriek in surprise. No!

“Ahh, the little princess has awakened. Were you trying to trick me, bitch? Open your goddamn eyes!”

I sob as my eyes open. Drew comes into view. His face is maniacal, gaze darting all over, pupils so tiny they’ve nearly disappeared. There’s no escaping this monster. He could pull the trigger at any second and I’d bleed out through my pussy of all places.

I gag and then I gag again.

I’m going to be sick.

Vomit rushes up and I’m helpless to stop it. It projectiles across my torso against my will. I’m going to die like this. What a horrible way to die.

“Nasty fucking bitch,” Drew snaps, pulling back and slamming the gun down on the dresser. “You’re ruining my fucking sheets!”

He pulls a knife out of his jeans pocket and flips it open. The sadistic glint in his eyes has me howling in terror. I cry out when he grabs my sore ankle.

He’s going to chop me up just like he said.

Loud, hysterical sobs wrench out of me. I’m trapped and alone and going to die.

Snap!

Drew cuts through the zip tie and starts working on the other one. “Your filthy ass is going in the shower before I fucking touch you. How the hell am I supposed to get and keep my dick hard when you’re pissing and puking?”

He removes the zip tie at my wrist and manages to saw through the other one quickly. My muscles are burning and stiff from being stuck in the same position. I try to move my limbs to me, but they tremble violently, the muscles twitching of their own accord.

I’d thought I could fight him off if I ever got free, but I can’t move. Oh God. I can’t move. I attempt to roll away to no avail.

Shouts.

Two male voices.

I think hope is playing tricks on me.

“Fuck,” Drew snarls, grabbing hold of my hair and pulling me to my knees. “How the fuck did they find me?”

It’s not a trick.

It’s real.

Someone is here to save me.

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