He stormed over to Krista and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back. Her screams filled the room as she struggled to contain her panic. “You want to sell it yourself?”
“I don’t! I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”
“Then maybe you need a reminder. You’ll end up just as mindless as them,” he said, jerking his head in the direction of the cages.
“No! I don’t know?—”
He grabbed a needle, removing the cap with his teeth, before turning her elbow out.
“Stop!” I shouted, struggling against my binds. “She didn’t do it! I’ll give it to you!”
But it was too late. He plunged the needle into her vein and depressed it. Drugs instantly flooded her system, and it wasn’t more than a few seconds before I could see the drugs taking hold of her.
“You fucking asshole!” I shouted. “She doesn’t have them!”
“Maybe you need a reminder, too,” he said, chuckling as he walked over to me.
“I swear to God, I will cut off your balls and feed them to you!”
I struggled even harder as he pulled out a second needle, flicking the tip before shoving it into my vein. A swirl of colors and noise flooded my head, but it was the dizzying feeling that overwhelmed my senses.
It lasted only a few seconds before a bright clarity replaced it all.
“Think about it for a few minutes. A second dose would be near lethal. Tell me where they are, and I’ll make it quick and painless.”
I closed my eyes and breathed through the rapid beating of my heart. I was hot and cold at the same time, filled with a strong desire to do something crazy, but it was the swirling colors that really had me going.
That and the way Krista was looking at me.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
I had to have her. Wanted to tear the clothes from her body and lick every inch of her. And the way she was staring at me, she needed the same thing. To feel my cock in her mouth and her pussy, pounding her hard until she got everything she needed from me.
The man slammed his fist into my face, reminding me why I was here.
Girls, locked in cages.
Krista was tied up.
Hell, I was tied up.
We had to get out of here now, and I was the only one who could achieve that. I had to start thinking.
I forced my mind to go through everything around me, anything that could help me escape the bonds. We were in a back room somewhere, but there wasn’t a weapon in sight. Mygaze slid over the man. He had a knife, but how the hell was I supposed to grab it when my hands were tied?
I felt the smallest sliver of wood on the arm of the chair. If I started on it now, I might fray the ropes in the next week.
My head jerked up at the sound of a gunshot. So did the man’s. He took a single step toward the doors, and that’s when I made my move.
It was crazy. There was no way it would work, but I had to take the chance. I pushed as much as I could off the ground, flinging my body and the chair toward the man.
But I stumbled over my own foot and skittered forward, falling hard. My head slammed into the back of his knee on the way down, and he tripped, throwing out his hands to catch himself, but it was too late. His head slammed into the ground and he was out like a light.
“There is no fucking way that should have worked,” I muttered.
“The knife!” Krista hissed.
I wiggled and wormed my way over to his side, rearranging the chair until my wrist was close to the knife. It took a few tries, but I finally grabbed the handle and flipped it, facing the knife toward the ropes.