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Sara

My tactic had worked.Crazy Eyes and his friend, who had joined him a few minutes after I’d been hit over the head with the rifle, seemed to be even more turned on by my defiance and sudden pleading.

And I’d been right about one thing—I had seen a cave in the distance. But I had thought that the cave would be my refuge. Instead, it was about to be my prison.

The barrel of the gun, now held by the friend, was placed at the back of my neck as Crazy Eyes led me to the cave. I didn’t resist, my ankle was throbbing and the wound on my head made me dizzier than before. At this point, the only way out I could see was going along with whatever these two terrorists wanted, and praying that I was rescued soon. I’d made it farther than I’d anticipated. And Maya had made it out. Maybe I would, too. I looked around for any sign of another vehicle, a backup, but saw none. Or maybe at some point if they both passed out, I could kill them, but that was wishful thinking.

We arrived at the cave, and his friend took out a lighter and lit a lantern, which gave the cave a soft glow. It looked like the inside of a really fucked-up haunted house. Crazy Eyes licked his lips and motioned for me to sit and I complied. He pressed me back against the dirt and I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see his face as he raped me. If it saved me, I’d deal with the aftershock later the best I could. The physical pain would be enough of a reminder for the rest of my life, but maybe, if I could block out the image of being penetrated by this monster, I could someday recover.

A harsh sting flushed across my jaw and the sound and impact of a slap forced my eyes open. Crazy Eyes was now holding his erect pencil thin dick, pointing at it, as if I was supposed to be turned on. A wave of nausea rippled along my throat and threatened to getout.

He motioned for me to lower my pants and I did. His friend stood outside the cave, but instead of pointing his gun toward the land, he kept his eyes locked on me. Sick motherfucker wanted to watch. The way he stared at me like I would be used then discarded of filled me with terror.

I inhaled. I’d been wrong. I wasn’t going to get saved. I was going to be raped and then slaughtered. Kyle hadn’t come for me. None of the SEALs had. I would spend the last minutes of my life in pure agony.

Crazy Eyes leaned into me, closer and closer until our bodies touched. His chapped lips met mine and as much as I wanted to bite his lips and tongue off, I reminded myself that his friend had a gun, and I was already in enough pain. His hand made its way down my body and his finger pressed into my panties. My face contorted. His other hand reached and grabbed my breast, and I held my breath. Just when I thought I was seconds away from being raped he collapsed on me, blood splattering everywhere.

What thefuck?!

I screamed and noticed his friend was slumped over in the entrance of the cave, his head deformed, brains splattered.

I continued to scream, my lungs burning, my voice making sounds I didn’t know I was capable of making. My head spun from side to side, completely unable to comprehend what was happening.

A few seconds later, a dog strapped with military gear bounded up to me. And that’s when I realized what had just happened.

I blinked back through my tears and focused in the distance. Four figures were approachingme.

And before I could blink again, Kyle had me wrapped in his arms, and I exhaled deeply.

“I got you, baby. I’m here. You’re safenow.”