Page 88 of Her Devoted HERO

“What are you thanking me for?”

“I couldn’t stand seeing your ugly face anymore, so thanks for covering it up.”

She might not be able to fight with her body, but nothing was going to stop her from fighting with her words.

“Stop it, Kenna.” Buddy’s voice was a tortured whisper.

Lyle slowly uncoiled the whip. He held it over his head before she braced she had to get in one last dig.

“Why should I stop speaking the truth? He’s an ugly man.”

He threw the whip down on the ground.

“You bitch. I have just the thing to shut you up.”

He whirled back to the table and came back holding a dog collar, but it looked weird, it had something connected to it. He unhooked it and slapped it around her neck, tightening it to the point she thought she might choke. “There. That should do it.”

“You can’t even do that right. I can still talk, you pussy.”

Through the leather mask, she saw his gray eyes, and his thick lips smile. He held up walkie talky device. “Did you just call me a pussy?”

“I call them like I see them.” Her voice was hoarse because of the collar, but she forced her own smile.

His thumb hit the button on the device.

A charge of electricity shot through the collar. In horror, she watched as he continued to hold down the button and red anguish took over her mind.

Was that wail of pain coming from her?

“So beautiful.”

She couldn’t see.

Open your eyes.

She tried to swallow, but her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. She spoke anyway. “Sure, since you can’t get it up. I suppose you have to shock me. Have at it.”

Everything went red, then white.

She needed him to untie her. If he tried to rape her, he’d untie her. It was the only thought going through her brain besides the pain.

She heard a grunt and a thump. She forced her head up. It hurt to move, but she looked and saw Buddy grappling with Lyle on the floor.

Her head dropped. The pain was excruciating. Even if he did untie her, could she do anything to help herself?

Ewww. Drool.

***

The houses didn’t have house numbers on them. All three were clustered together at the end of a desolate cul-de-sac and looked damn near identical. It didn’t matter, there was a green Monte Carlo parked in front of the middle one.

Dex parked down the street, Hunter pulled in behind him. He took his Sig Sauer handgun from his glove box.

“Front or back?” Hunter asked. He was holding a gun as well.

“I’ll take the back,” Dex said.

Hunter nodded.