44. Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Two
Medusa
I knew I should’ve cut Tommy’s right side first. He cut off my shirt exposing my black lace bra. He grabs my breasts hard squeezing them. My hands are his right hand but my left arm is weak from the bullet wound. The loss of blood is also making me feel lightheaded so my movements are slow. “Did you know that when I fucked your mom on the bed she shared with your dad, I would think of you? I wanted to take your tight virgin pussy. Your mother was trying to convince me to sell you. I could’ve gotten a lot of money for you, but she couldn’t stay clean long enough to watch the rest of those two kids.” He shakes his head. He takes the knife and begins slashing the top of my breasts and stomach. They’re just cuts, nothing major, but I hate the pain. I try looking around for something, anything to get my free. Tommy licks the blood from my stomach and I shiver at the grossness of him being so close to me. I hope they’re trying to get my free. “You are going to be my beautiful bride when we get out of here. Since you killed my heirs, you’ll be making me new ones.”
“Over my dead fucking body.” I spit in his face.
“I’m not giving you a choice. I’ll take what is mine and you, Miss Baxter, are mine.” He leans down to kiss me and I see my opportunity. I headbutt him right in the nose. I hear the crack of his nose, knowing I busted it. The blood flows from his nose and he cups it with his right hand, since I cut his left side, making him incapable of moving it. I punch him in the throat and buck my hips, throwing him off since he was straddling me. The knife drops onto the floor. Tommy’s screams were cut off with the gagging he was doing from the throat punch. I remember the self-defense Smitty taught me six months after my dad died.
I move quickly off the bed. I lean against the desk trying to get the room to stop spinning. I blink a few times as I scan the room for my gun or the knife. I know I heard the knife crash onto the floor. I check on the bed to see Tommy blinking rapidly and I can only assume he’s trying to get his vision back, so I need to act quickly. I pick up the knife and see Tommy coming to me. Does he know I have the knife? I swallow hard looking for my gun. I didn’t notice where it went when he knocked it from my hands.
“You’re dead. I’ll find someone else to give me heirs.” Tommy sneers at me.
“I’m not the one who will be dead. You will be.” I don’t do anything but stand there. It’s like two boxers in a ring, waiting to see who will strike first. Who is going to give up their strategy? He moves with a gun he had in the back of his pants pointing at me and I smile. As Tommy’s outstretched arm comes toward me, I take my knife and repeat what I did to his left arms to his other side. I made him completely useless. The gun drops to the floor. He falls to his knees.
“What is happening to me?” Tommy stutters.
“I cut your tendons, arteries and muscles making your arms completely dead. I’m not sure what the technical term would be.” I shrug. “You’re going to die. Do you have any last words for me?”
“Get fucked! This isn’t over yet.” I laugh in his face.
“Now how do I get out of here? I can kill you fast or slowly. I’ll make sure if anyone asks that you went down fighting.”
“I’m not telling you shit!” He yells in my face.
“Tsk tsk.” I tell him. He’s on his knees and I take my knife then stab him again in the gut. He grinds his teeth together to stop him from screaming out. “Fine, I’ll look around your room.” I open drawers and go through the papers. My blood stained fingers are covering a lot of what I need to read so I try to stick to the corners. I know Joker will want to go over these with her keen eyes. I hope it gives us something. I put them over and once the drawers are empty, I pull them out then flip them over to see about keys, papers, anything to give me something. Once I get through it all, I still have nothing, so I decide to destroy everything in this room. I even feel around the room. I see a painting and there’s a button. I click on it. There’s a panel. I look over my shoulder smirking at him.
“Not going to figure it out.” I bite my lip as I look around it. Then I spot it. “Easy or hard way?” I mutter to myself, “Please pick the hard way.”