Wide, terrified eyes met hers. Keeley tried to wrap her brain around what she saw. But the horror of it brought her hand to her mouth to hold in the scream. “Sheridan?” she whispered, looking for a place that she could actually touch on the young woman. There wasn’t any spot he didn’t rip open with his damnable tools that she now noticed covered in blood. “My God,” escaped as Braxton hand came around her throat.
“Hmmm, so other’s pain and suffering bring a normal reaction from you.” He squeezed making breathing difficult. “I wonder how you respond when one is tortured in your place.”
Her heart was now in her throat. She could not be reliving this nightmare. Surviving it once was almost too much to bear. No way she would make it through another time. Braxton pulled her tight against him and rubbed his dick along her ass. “Careful, my lovely. Fear is my aphrodisiac,” he confessed through clenched teeth, proving he meant what he said.
Keeley searched desperately within herself for that place, that one spot where she could lock in and give her mind peace with everything. The will to survive.
Braxton shoved her, hard, away from him. “Strip!”
She gaged, according to his hunger, that a titillating tease might bring him to heel. By his reaction, she was spot on. He sagged back into the chair, eyes on her body. Keeley did her best to act like she wanted him, touching places as their gazes met. The moans of suffering were not lost on her from across the room. She prayed silently that help would get there soon before Sheridan lost her fight to live. Where was everyone? A sidelong glance told Keeley more than she ever bargained for.
Leith was nude and strapped down to an old-fashioned electric chair. The head piece was missing but another rather gruesome one was added to the barbaric contraption: a leather cuff with the wire connecting was attached to his penis.
Keeley swallowed the hot and burning bile that rose. They were all going to die! Her eyes continued their search wondering where Ms. Jones was. On cue, the door swung open. Ms. Jones was restrained to some kind of medical table, naked and fighting like hell. Keeley locked gazes with her, willing her to understand: that was what he wanted. “Stop!” Keeley silently commanded. She seemed to comprehend as her thrashing halted. Thank God.
Braxton called over to the attendants. “Put that one on the cross.” His head inclined toward Keeley. If she fought, he’d rape her. If she didn’t, he was going to do unspeakable things to the others. Fuck, this had lose-lose written all over it. To prove her theory, he inserted an egg beater inside Sheridan. Her screams were gut-wrenching and Keeley couldn’t take it anymore. “You wanna fuck me. Then do it,” she yelled with all that was in her. “Be a man and take me,” she challenged.
He shook his head. “My dear, I will. But my way.”
The lights flickered and Leith could be heard from corner to corner. His anguish so acute Keeley whimpered, “Please. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Better.” He yanked that horrid device from Sheridan, who had long lost consciousness. At least that was what Keeley was choosing to believe. With a wave of his hand, the lights brightened and she could no longer hear Leith.
He walked over to Ms. Jones and ran his hands roughly over her exposed pussy. “I have a friend for you.” Her eyes doubled in size as he pulled out a scorpion and dropped it right between her legs. “Be very still and it probably won’t sting.”
Keeley cried out, “What did you do, study torture for kicks and giggles?”
His sadistic grin said it all. Hell yes, he did. And by his demeanor, he absolutely wasn’t new to experimenting either. He approached her, calculation in his gaze as he pulled his cock free. She closed her eyes silently begging for someone to rescue them.
“On my signal,” Mitch told the team.
There was a slight movement of every head before he dropped his fist.
Go time.
With swift accuracy, they evacuated the place in a few short minutes. All except where Braxton was practicing cruel and unusual acts.
Tar observed Keeley with detachment as he covertly released Leith. Poor guy was in no shape to walk. Tar tossed a towel over his groin, trying hard not to wince at the sight, as he was carried out.
Leith surprised him with a hissed, “Th-th-thanks, man.”
“Anytime,” Tar responded on automatic pilot. He hurried around the corner to help others.
Tar stepped right into the path of a fuming and handcuffed Braxton, who swore indignantly before mouthing off, “Do you know who I am? Release me this instant. Those people are consenting adults.”
No forethought whatsoever, Tar pulled back his fist and let it fly, cold-cocking the son of a bitch into silence.