Sweetest Torture (Sweetest Kill Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: S.B. Alexander
through at a speed that is going to attract the attention of someone on
the outside. That makes me feel slightly relieved.
However as soon as we leave the
garage, she slows down. The man reaches over to me and pulls a black pillow
case from a bag that is lying on the back seat. He pulls it over my head
roughly, pulling my hair as he does.
“Now, I have already told you what
outbursts will get you.” I feel his gun at my side now. I want to scream at him
to move it. But I know better than to open my mouth. “I don’t want to hear a
peep from you until we get there. The boss is waiting for you.” Then he says
nothing. No one says anything. I hate the silence.
We drive for what feels like hours.
We drive down a bumpy road, I know
right away that unlike where Dean was keeping me, this place really is in the
middle of nowhere. Which means I will not be escaping.
“The boss will be here within the
hour, he wants you to bring the package inside and leave it handcuffed to the
desk.” The woman driving says
Her voice gives me a chill. It’s
emotionless. As a woman I had hopes that she might feel some level of sympathy
for me, for what these men were doing to me. But her tone tells me she is not
going to feel anything for me.
I am yanked from the car. Tossed down
onto the pebbled ground. I wince as my feet are cut and scraped by sharp rocks.
Someone must notice the way my body
tightens because I hear: “where the fuck are her shoes?”
I recognize the next voice as the
man who captured me “She had flip flops on when we left.” He’s worried,
I hear another man yell “what do
you mean she had them on when she left. Simon check the fucking van. Leo you
better hope her fucking shoes are in there.”
They weren’t. The other man yells,
he says that I was not supposed to be hurt, and makes a comment on my feet
bleeding.
Then the conversation turns to
leaving signs behind of where they were waiting at the other building.
He asks Leo if he touched them.
Leo says nothing.
They discuss where the shoes could
have been left.
Leo says he does not know
Each time his voice grows softer
and softer. He’s scared.
I hear the sound of a punch, and my
arm is quickly released.
Someone else grabs me shortly
after, and tells me to follow them.
Like I have a choice?
We enter the building. Soft
carpeting meets my hurting feet. The person pulling me stops and someone else
leans over and picks me up.
This man is large, I don’t like his
touch. His hand is on my back side, and it’s squeezing. It’s the first time I
really consider that worse things than death might happen to me at the hands of
these men. They don’t seem to have a whole lot of morals.
We walk several feet before I am
placed onto a cold metal chair.
I feel my right hand jerked away
from body and then feel someone place a cold, metal handcuff around my wrist.
The click of the metal startles me
in the otherwise soundless room. The other cuff is attached to an object rather
than my other hand. When the room goes quiet I try to pull my wrist. Hoping
that I can remove the cuff from whatever it is attached to. I reach my free
hand up to where the pillowcase is covering my head. As soon as my fingers
touch the fabric, I hear the sound of a gun being cocked. Then the barrel being
placed against my temple.
“I believe Leo told you what would
happen if you tried to escape.”
I say nothing. I wait for the man
to pull the trigger.
He does. But nothing happens. Just
an empty click. Just the fear breaking my soul down a bit more.
He laughs. An evil torturous laugh.
He steps away from me. His laughter
carries across the room.
I know I am not alone, I know that
someone is with me, so I don’t move again.
Chapter 9
Time passes. No one moves. I hear
nothing. Nothing but the sound of a two way radio of these people telling one
another where they are and what they are doing. All in code. I understand
nothing.
Nothing. Until I hear a deep
baritone voice speak
the outside. That makes me feel slightly relieved.
However as soon as we leave the
garage, she slows down. The man reaches over to me and pulls a black pillow
case from a bag that is lying on the back seat. He pulls it over my head
roughly, pulling my hair as he does.
“Now, I have already told you what
outbursts will get you.” I feel his gun at my side now. I want to scream at him
to move it. But I know better than to open my mouth. “I don’t want to hear a
peep from you until we get there. The boss is waiting for you.” Then he says
nothing. No one says anything. I hate the silence.
We drive for what feels like hours.
We drive down a bumpy road, I know
right away that unlike where Dean was keeping me, this place really is in the
middle of nowhere. Which means I will not be escaping.
“The boss will be here within the
hour, he wants you to bring the package inside and leave it handcuffed to the
desk.” The woman driving says
Her voice gives me a chill. It’s
emotionless. As a woman I had hopes that she might feel some level of sympathy
for me, for what these men were doing to me. But her tone tells me she is not
going to feel anything for me.
I am yanked from the car. Tossed down
onto the pebbled ground. I wince as my feet are cut and scraped by sharp rocks.
Someone must notice the way my body
tightens because I hear: “where the fuck are her shoes?”
I recognize the next voice as the
man who captured me “She had flip flops on when we left.” He’s worried,
I hear another man yell “what do
you mean she had them on when she left. Simon check the fucking van. Leo you
better hope her fucking shoes are in there.”
They weren’t. The other man yells,
he says that I was not supposed to be hurt, and makes a comment on my feet
bleeding.
Then the conversation turns to
leaving signs behind of where they were waiting at the other building.
He asks Leo if he touched them.
Leo says nothing.
They discuss where the shoes could
have been left.
Leo says he does not know
Each time his voice grows softer
and softer. He’s scared.
I hear the sound of a punch, and my
arm is quickly released.
Someone else grabs me shortly
after, and tells me to follow them.
Like I have a choice?
We enter the building. Soft
carpeting meets my hurting feet. The person pulling me stops and someone else
leans over and picks me up.
This man is large, I don’t like his
touch. His hand is on my back side, and it’s squeezing. It’s the first time I
really consider that worse things than death might happen to me at the hands of
these men. They don’t seem to have a whole lot of morals.
We walk several feet before I am
placed onto a cold metal chair.
I feel my right hand jerked away
from body and then feel someone place a cold, metal handcuff around my wrist.
The click of the metal startles me
in the otherwise soundless room. The other cuff is attached to an object rather
than my other hand. When the room goes quiet I try to pull my wrist. Hoping
that I can remove the cuff from whatever it is attached to. I reach my free
hand up to where the pillowcase is covering my head. As soon as my fingers
touch the fabric, I hear the sound of a gun being cocked. Then the barrel being
placed against my temple.
“I believe Leo told you what would
happen if you tried to escape.”
I say nothing. I wait for the man
to pull the trigger.
He does. But nothing happens. Just
an empty click. Just the fear breaking my soul down a bit more.
He laughs. An evil torturous laugh.
He steps away from me. His laughter
carries across the room.
I know I am not alone, I know that
someone is with me, so I don’t move again.
Chapter 9
Time passes. No one moves. I hear
nothing. Nothing but the sound of a two way radio of these people telling one
another where they are and what they are doing. All in code. I understand
nothing.
Nothing. Until I hear a deep
baritone voice speak