Clank.
Clank.
“Let me out of here, you crazy cunt!” a male voice shouted.
I gasped. It couldn’t be, could it? I knew that voice.
“When I get my hands on you, you are going to wish you never met me. I don’t give a fuck that you have a pussy. I am going to carve you like a holiday turkey!” he bellowed.
Clank.
Clank.
Clank.
Hesitantly, I called out, “Shaker?”
“Harper?” he asked, sounding hopeful.
“Yeah, it’s me. Where are you?”
“Locked in a room. Are you okay? Where’s the cunt?” he asked.
“I’m okay. She’s locked in a room in the basement,” I hedged. “Keep talking so I can find you.”
“Harper, you need to get out of here. She’s fucking crazy! Go, now, while you can!” he yelled.
“I’m not leaving you here. She’s knocked out and locked in a room. I took her keys. I’ll be fine,” I said. I found a door underneath another set of stairs and jiggled the handle. “Are you in this room?”
“Yes.”
“There are a lot of keys. It might take me a minute to figure out which one goes to this door.”
He cleared his throat. “Uh, just so you know, I’m cuffed to a bed...and I’m naked.”
I felt my cheeks heat and I let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Thanks for the warning. I’ll try not to look.”
He chuckled. “Doesn’t bother me, sweetheart. Just didn’t want to shock you.”
I rolled my eyes. Only Shaker would be flirting while trying to escape from a kidnapping.
It took forever to get the damn door open. Of course, I went through every key on the ring before I found the one that unlocked his door. I pushed it open and went straight to him, keeping my eyes on his face, his battered and bruised face. “Shaker,” I gasped.
“That bad, huh?” he joked.
I quickly undid his handcuffs, easily finding the correct key due to the difference in shape and size. He casually rose from the bed and strolled across the room, seemingly not concerned about his nakedness. I couldn’t keep from looking at his firm ass when he bent over to pick up a pair of jeans. Before sliding them over his hips, he wiggled his butt and asked, “Like what you see?”
“Oh, shut it, Shaker. Now is not the time,” I playfully scolded. I was so glad to see a familiar face.
“You’re right. Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” he asked.
“Physically, no, other than drugging me at least twice. Other than that, I didn’t see anyone until a few minutes ago. Do you know who took us?” I asked.
His forehead wrinkled, and he looked at me with an expression I couldn’t place. “You don’t know?”
I shook my head. “No, when a woman came into my room, I hit her, and she fell to the floor. Her hair was covering her face. I didn’t stop to look; I just grabbed the keys and ran.”
He visibly swallowed and came closer, placing his hand on my shoulder. “It’s Hilarie.”