Page 13 of F*ck Steal Kill

“I need your help,” I read aloud, stopping what I was doing to sit down. My eyes scanned the message, my heart racing as I read the rest to myself.

My family’s dangerous. They hurt people for fun, not caring who anyone is. In all honesty, they scare me. If I wasn’t the daughter of the president, my life would’ve already been over.

I’m not like them. I can’t hurt anyone.

There have been so many times that I’ve feared for my life, only to have my father spare me at the last second. He’s determined to marry me off, using me to advance his pursuits. It won’t be a marriage of love.

I’ll be beaten, raped, and killed.

It’s not the future I want.

Nor do I think I can do the things they’ll expect of me.

I’m desperate. I don’t know if you can even help me, but I had to try.

I overheard my father talking about a new group, one that seemed to be morally gray. I’m hoping that means you have a conscience or a soul and don’t kill for the thrill of it, like the men in my father’s organization. It took my friend a while to track you down, and I hope this plea doesn’t fall on deaf ears.

I guess… I guess I hope you won’t turn around and sell me out to my father.

You’re my last chance to escape. I just need something to change. To get out of here.

If you think you can help me, I can give you $50,000 once it’s done.

I hope to hear something from you soon, if not, I’m sure you’ll read about me in the papers.

Sincerely,

A hopeless Savage

“Yo, Holland! You going to clean anything today?” Lacey shouted, causing me to jump.

In the process, I dropped the phone, and it skidded across the floor. Standing, I ran to grab it, but Lacey beat me to it.

“You looking at nudes?” She chuckled, checking out the screen. When she didn’t see a penis like she’d expected, she frowned and looked up at me once she read through it. “What is this?”

I shrugged, taking the last step to take my phone back. “It sounds like someone who needs help. I just don’t know with what.”

Lacey tilted her head, tapping her lip as she thought. “Let’s discuss it with Joy. Something about it calls to me.”

“Yeah, same. I… I dunno.” I shook my head, confused at what I was feeling. Lacey pulled me from the bed and dragged me to the cart. She handed me a bottle of cleaner and a rag, pushing me toward the bathroom.

“Your turn!” she sang, laughing as I stomped away.

As I cleaned the bathroom, the message kept replaying over and over in my head. I didn’t even know what they wanted.

Kidnapping? Not in our wheelhouse.

Kill their father? While we did that, I wasn’t sure we could pull it off if her family was a group of ruthless killers.

In the big leagues of murderers, we were still in the Pee Wees.

I felt as hopeless as the poster, but I wanted to do something.

I might not know this girl, but I knew her emotions. I’d felt them. Hell, I’d lived them. In a way, Lacey and Joy had as well. It was why we did what we did, so we wouldn’t ever have to feel that way again.

Knowing there was someone out there in the same position with no way out made me want to find one. I just wasn’t sure how.

Finishing up, I picked up the trash and walked out of the bathroom. Lacey and Joy were also done, and we made our way out of the room.

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