Page 43 of Three Beasts

Chapter 26

Zeva

Fuck, these ropes are tight, I think to myself. Being tied up is one thing, but these guys are assholes. I hear two sets of feet shuffle around, but the bandanna over my eyes has me wondering their exact position. I hear a lot of echo around me, so I can assume some sort of storage building, which puts us on the outskirts of the town…

“She’s one of the head guys’ bitch, I know that at least,” a female voice says.

“So she’s value, no shit. Doesn’t mean she needs to stay conscious. Makes her harder to carry,” I hear a male voice complain.

“Damaged goods are damaged goods. Boss wants bargaining chips, and she’s a full set,” the female explains.

“You guys don’t really play cards do you?” I say, laughing a little. “You have no clue what the fuck you’re even talking about.”

“Shut your whore mouth!” the male says. “We should just leave her bleeding. That’s plenty of a message. Bloody or dead they’ll know what’s coming.”

“It’s not about a message you dumb fuck,” the woman says, getting angry. “We have leverage with her. We can put them into a bad position and-“

“Looks like you’re already in a bad position with dumb fuck over here,” I say, smirking. I should be scared shitless, but I’m not. Somehow, The Order’s attitude has rubbed off on me.

The guy stomps over and slaps me across the face. “Don’t you know when to shut your mouth?”

My cheek burns but I know I need to keep stalling these two out. “Probably not, but I know I’m not taking any lessons from you!”

I hear the fabric on his clothes shuffle and I brace for another hit, but the girl sounds closer now. She must have stopped him.

“Leave her in one piece for fuck’s sake,” she says, growing increasingly annoyed with him, rather than me.

I hear him yank his arm out of her hand and shove her back. He drops into a chair and sighs, incredibly annoyed and angry.

“Stay still for once in your life. I’m getting the boss. Don’t do anything stupid,” the woman says. A moment later I hear a distant door click shut.

“Dunno who that cunt thinks she is,” the guy mutters to himself.

I’m less than happy to be confined in a room with just him. His grating, angered breathing has me incredibly unsettled. Every minute that passes feels like an hour as I hear him grunt and shuffle. Every time he makes a new noise it comes off as increasingly disgruntled, and I start to grow more nervous. Then he stands up.

“I don’t give a fuck what that bitch has to say. I’m gonna have my fun and they can pick up the pieces later,” he says as he shuffles toward me.

“The fuck do you mean you sick shit?” I say, holding back my stammering.

“You’re a biker whore. You put it together,” he says. I hear his belt clink and the leather slide.

“D-don’t you ev-“ I start, but his fist slams into my cheek and I fall over, and the chair comes with me.

I hear a knife click and feel him slice at the ropes binding me to the chair, but he leaves the ones holding my wrists together. He kicks the chair away and laughs. I feel a boot connect sharply with my ribcage and let out a scream. This fucker…

He presses the flat metal of his knife to my arm. The metal is cold against me. A shiver runs across my body, and its fear, not the blade, that caused it. He stands up and rolls me onto my back and presses his boot into my stomach. I struggle for breath as he steps his full weight into me. Stars fly across my vision as he laughs, finally letting his foot off me after what feels like an eternity.

Not satisfied, he leans over and slashes the fabric of my shirt upward in random cuts leaving it in tatters. A few slices nick my skin and I yelp out, just furthering his laughter. Then he yanks down my jeans and my stomach drops. He takes a moment to admire his sadistic work and then kneels down.

I hear a loud crash nearby and he spins his head to look at the source. I cry out, but my voice is drowned out by a loud gunshot. The man jumps up and trips, his pants around his ankles.

Loud boot stomps run toward us.

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