Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he hissed, stepping in close and kicking her upper thigh.
Swallowing back her whimper of pain, she held his gaze. His eyes darted around the room before landing back on her face.
“He said I shouldn’t touch you but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Dianna stretched her neck, popping it on the right side before sighing heavily. “If you think he won’t know, do your worst.” She rolled her shoulders. “That man will definitely know if you lay so much as a finger on me.” A chuckle. “But you know that. You know what he is.”
Yep, more of that fear snaked through his expression.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She shrugged. “Okay.” It took a bit as her limbs were still stiff and she could use about a week of uninterrupted sleep but she used the side of the cave to assist her up on her feet so she could look this man in the eye on a more level field. “Do your worst.”
He muttered something in a language she didn’t understand and lifted a fist. Dianna didn’t flinch. She jutted her chin at him, waiting for the strike.
Dumb?
Probably.
But the one thing she wasn’t about to do was cower before a spineless bastard of a kidnapper.
“He’s going to fuck you before he kills you. I’m going to enjoy watching your blood drain from your lifeless body.”
Narrowing her gaze, she smirked. “Yet, you still won’t be able to touch me. Doesn’t matter how many times he fucks me, you’ll never get to.”
His low roar of rage exploded between them and she braced for impact. He swung and his hand stopped barely a millimeter in front of punching her directly in the eye. Skin flushed red with his anger and fury pulsed off him in waves. Still, she stood, not moving, not blinking. Refusing to give this man a damn thing.
“Ivan.”
A warning from across the cave. One the man heeded. Leaving after lobbing another wad of spit on her face, he spun around and stalked off. The other men in the room watched her but none approached.
Wiping her face off on her shoulder, she took a deep breath and centered herself. Was she in the clear? Not even close however, she had managed to put off her death by a few hours.
I hope.
And every second she remained alive, was another second she had at a chance of escaping. Whomever these twins were, they scared these people gathered. She walked along the wall she had been by, not making any attempt to head for the door leading out into whatever waited for her there. At first, the others tensed but still, didn’t approach or attempt to stop her.
She wasn’t pushing them. She knew her reprieve wasn’t infinite, but it felt good to move and loosen up limbs, not move merely to keep from freezing.
Food and drink would be nice. Indoor plumbing. A bed with actual sheets and blankets. You know what, that’s not necessary, just a mattress that’s not stuffed with old, moldy hay.
The warmth seeped into her bones and it wasn’t easy for her to fight it off any longer. Retaking her seat, she stretched out her legs and allowed her eyes to close, giving in to the exhaustion.
* * *
Screams woke her. Blurry eyes blinked rapidly as she lurched to her feet, completely unsure of what was coming. The bindings on her wrists were still tight and tingles shot up through her arms as she wove on unsteady legs.
Still, a win over previous situation as she remained warm and had managed to get some relatively decent sleep. Was it because another man threatened to kill the others if they touched her before he could hurt her in his way? Sure, but a woman had to use whatever advantage she could.
And she had.
None of which helped her now. Men lay on the floor of the cave, she saw their lifeless bodies in the flickering glow from the fire that had died down but continued emitting heat. A badge for years, she knew a dead body when she saw them.
The door no longer hung and outside was nothing but darkness. Before she thought it through, she inched that way, desperate for freedom.
A man’s head rolled in the doorway and she paused. Perhaps that way wasn’t the best for her after all. Against the other wall, a man had Ivan pressed up in such a manner the man’s feet didn’t even touch the hard stone of the floor.
Whatever was being said between them, she couldn’t hear. It didn’t matter, she had no doubt the end result was going to be Ivan dead and her along with him if she didn’t get a move on. There was no choice, she had to make a run for it.
Wearing slightly warmer clothing then before, shoes, sure her hands were still bound but she could work with that.