Probably why the dickhead didn’t leave your legs free.
Wanting to slap her own subconscious into next week, she frantically looked around the room for something—anything—that could possibly help her get free. But a guy like Victor Manning hadn’t gotten away with his fucked up business for this long by being stupid.
She was well and thoroughly stuck. And if her situation didn’t drastically change very, very soon, she was going to find herself in an even scarier situation with an even sicker man holding her captive.
Think, Scar. You’ve got to?—
Movement caught her attention, and she swung her focus to the source. It had come from outside, near the cabin’s front window. The one directly across from where she sat.
Something out there moved. I know it did.
Or maybe it hadn’t, and she was finally losing her mind.
She heard the toilet flush, and inwardly cursed. Damn it, she was running out of time. She was?—
There!
She saw it again. Correction, she saw him.
Olly!
Holy shit! Olly was here! He was actually freaking here! And unless her eyes were playing tricks on her, he wasn’t alone.
“Ah. That’s better.” Vic walked back into the room. “Now, where were we?”
Though she hated to, Scarlett looked away from Olly’s gorgeous face to hopefully distract Vic, who was armed and wouldn’t hesitate to kill Olly or anyone else who’d come to help her at first sight.
“I have to pee,” she blurted, taking a cue from her students.
One kid asked to use the restroom, and suddenly ten others had to go, too.
“Sure you do.”
“No, I really. I mean, I’ve been here for I don’t even know how long, and I had a big glass of tea with lunch right before you drove us off the road.”
Don’t think about Izzy. Don’t think about Izzy.
“Hold it.”
“I can’t!” she hollered. “And if you really have some guy coming to buy me, I seriously doubt he’s going to want his car smelling like fresh urine.” Playing to a side of him she knew she could reach, she added a quick, “If I was him, and I had to transport a woman who’d peed all over herself, I’d knock afew thousand off the price. To cover the cost of cleaning the upholstery, and all.”
She could see his wheels spinning and knew the precise moment she had him.
“Fine. I’ll cut you loose, but you try anything at all, I swear to fuck?—”
“I won’t,” she lied. “I just really, really need to use the restroom.”
“Hang on.” He disappeared back into the room.
The first chance she got, Scarlett looked back toward the window. But Olly wasn’t there. Her heart fell because no one was there.
Had she imagined him after all?
No. She wasn’t crazy. Olly was here, and he’d brought reinforcements. All she needed to do was buy herself some time away from Vic so that Olly and whoever else he had with him could swoop in, take Vic out, and she could finally be free.
Her captor returned. “Had to make sure there wasn’t anything you could try to use as a weapon. Oh, and don’t bother trying to sneak out the window. They’re all screwed shut.”
Well wasn’t that mighty proactive of him?