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“Don’t do this,” I begged, even though I knew that my pleas were falling on deaf ears. “This isn’t my fight. Don’t do this to me.”
“Oh, but it is your fight,” he replied condescendingly. “Had you been a better whore, then maybe you would have had something to bring back to me. However, since you could not get Maksim to share his secrets fast enough…well, here we are.”
“You can get Maksim another way,” I said, trying to stall. “You don’t need to do this to me.”
Klive slid his free hand behind my head as he pushed the barrel of the gun against my left temple. “But I want to do this, milaya devushka. You keep going on and on as if you are not a beautiful woman that any man would want to experience. Your tits alone are worth the headache.”
As his dick pulsed violently in front of my face, panic and helplessness threatened to take me under again. So many things could go wrong, and it was hard not to lose my mind with the endless possibilities. Since my hands were tied behind my back, I needed to bite him hard enough to incapacitate him. I needed to bite him hard enough that the pain would make it hard for him to function, let alone aim the gun and shoot me with it. I mean, I knew that a man’s balls were exceptionally sensitive, but I had no idea if that same sensitivity extended to their dicks.
Then there was what to do after I bit him. Did I take off running the best that I could? Did I try to break free from the chair? Since my legs weren’t tied down, then running would be my best option, but I had no idea how far I’d get with the chair hindering me the way that it would. Of course, I could use it to block any wayward spray of bullets, but all of that really depended on how badly I hurt him. Though the thought was revolting, I knew that biting him was my only chance at getting away.
“Now, while you might not love me, I want you to pretend that you do,” he went on. “I want you looking up at me with those wild eyes of yours and make me believe that I am the man of your fucking dreams, milaya devushka.”
“Don’t do this,” I begged one last time. “Please… don’t do this.”
“Open up, Katja,” he instructed as he tapped the side of my head with the gun. “Show me why Maksim kept you around.”
With all the oxygen in my lungs trapped by fear of failure, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, then as soon as Klive slid his dick into my mouth, I waited until he was halfway in before I turned my head, then bit down on him as hard as I could with my back teeth.
His howl shook the single-pane windows, and just as I felt blood coating my tongue, I felt his hand grab a chunk of my hair to try to pull me off of him. When I finally opened my mouth to set him free, Klive fell to the floor, his screams rattling my eardrums.
“You fucking bitch!” he screamed. “I’m going to kill you!”
I watched him raise the gun, and I dropped to the floor just in time to miss the shot that rang throughout the room. When I landed hard on the rotted wood, the chair splintered apart underneath me, and then I scrambled to get to my feet. However, before I could make a run for it, pain was a livewire as it shot up my left leg.
I immediately fell back onto the floor, and it didn’t take a genius to realize that I’d been shot. Panicked beyond all reason, instead of making another run for it, I rolled over until I was lying next to Klive, and with all the strength that I possessed, I kicked my leg out, hitting him in the groin, the shot to his balls making him cry out in agony, and I didn’t stop until blood was spraying everywhere.
As he dropped the gun to cup himself, trying to ease the excruciating pain, I scrambled over his body, and though my hands were still tied behind my back, splinters of wood still hanging from the ropes, that didn’t stop me from trying to pick up the gun. I fought and fought with trying to grip the handle, and when Klive noticed what I was doing, he tried to stop me, grabbing my thigh and making me cry out in pain myself.
Aiming for anything that I could, I threw my head back, and then white stars danced behind my eyes as I made contact with Klive’s skull, and the pain almost threatened to make me black out. However, as he swore a blue streak, I rolled over, then began kicking him in his groin again, and fresh blood bathed my jeans as I kicked with all my might.
The second that Klive reached down to cover himself again, I went back to trying to get a hold of his gun, and when I finally succeeded, I started pulling the trigger wildly, bullets hitting the walls, shattering the windows, and ricocheting all over the living room. It wasn’t until I heard muffled cries that I turned around to see two bullet holes in Klive’s chest.
I immediately dropped the gun, then collapsed on the floor, my leg burning with the fire of a thousand suns, my shoulders feeling like they were about to pop out of their sockets. I knew that the smart thing to do would be to keep shooting Klive until the gun was empty, but now that I was down, I didn’t know if I’d be able to get back up. My leg was bleeding badly, and it’d be just my luck that he would have hit an artery.
As Klive laid on the ground, struggling to take his final breaths, I looked around for the knife. I needed to free my hands, then call the police. I no longer cared about the complications, either. I should have called them a long time ago, and so I was doing that now. However, because I had a stupid smart phone, I needed to unlock it, then do all kinds of other shit for the keypad to come up, and I couldn’t do that without eyes in the back of my head.
When I finally spotted the knife, I did my best to ignore the pain, then used my legs to push me towards the edge of the couch. It must have fallen off the coffee table during our scuffle, but I honestly didn’t care how it’d gotten there. I just needed to cut my binds while also not slitting my wrists in the process. While this was definitely not a time to joke, this shit wasn’t like in the movies.
As soon as I reached the couch, I had to stop to take a deep breath. I was already feeling woozy, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that as a bad sign. If I passed out now, then I’d die for sure. I needed to free my hands, call the police, then use whatever I could to stop my leg from bleeding out. It also didn’t help that my heart was beating a mile a minute, pumping my blood frantically.
Reaching for the knife, I did my best to grab the handle, praying that Klive really was too busy dying on the floor to come after me again. Though that sounded callous as hell, I wasn’t immune to the fact that I had just killed another human being. That was something that I was going to have to process later, and it was more than likely going to take some time to move on from it if I was even able. While I was a firm believer in self-defense, killing another person was still something that I couldn’t take lightly.
Doing my best to cut through the ropes, my palms were sweaty, so screw the goddamn movies. When the knife slipped out of my hands, I let out a frustrated cry when the fingers on my left hand found the blade, adding blood to the sweat, and just really trying to force me to give up. Luckily, I was made of sterner stuff, so I let out a calming breath, wiped my hands against the fabric of the dirty couch, then tried to pick up the knife more carefully this time around.
Thank you, God.
With a lot more finesse than the first time, I concentrated on the movements of the knife, doing my best to work smarter not harder. Though my fingers were stinging from the sweat, I was still able to keep my grip on the knife handle, and while it felt like forever, it was only a few minutes as I was making progress.
As soon as the rope fell free, I dropped the knife, and tears of gratefulness stung the back of my eyes. Now I could call the police and get some help, and whatever happened after that, I’d deal with it when the time came.
However, when I heard the front door of the cabin open, hope drained from my soul, it never occurring to me that Klive might have had a partner.
Chapter 35
Maksim~
With no regard for the law or other people on the road, I’d made it to the cabin in record time, not caring about anything but getting to Katja before it was too late. I also hadn’t cared about waiting for the others. If Nikel wanted my life for Katja’s, then I was fine with that. If I could get the both of us out of here alive, then great. However, if I couldn’t, then it wasn’t the hardship that Nikel thought it might be. I was in love for the first time in my life, and now I understood why Avgust had been a miserable sonofabitch after Samara had left him all those years ago. Men didn’t love easily, but when we did, it was no joke.
