34. Harper #2
When I entered, Slava pointed to the room and said something in Russian, but I got the gist. Thankfully, these men were more interested in the other completely naked woman wandering around the room.
One was giving a blowjob right in front of everyone while another was being fucked into the wall, none too gently.
I let out a sigh of relief that I had enough for all of them and started to head back.
This time as I walked down the hall, I spotted an office door cracked with a light on.
Pausing, I pushed it open a little wider and spotted Prim.
She was hogtied and passed out on a couch.
Seemed she might have caused some trouble when she woke up, or they were taking precautions.
I didn’t notice anyone else in the room, so I slipped inside, closing the door behind me.
Rushing over to her, I crouched down and reached out to take her pulse.
It was beating slow but not enough for me to be worried.
The room looked like it was a lunch room of sorts for people with a refrigerator, table, and water cooler. Removing my shoes so people couldn’t hear me walking around, I searched everywhere to find something to try and cut these ropes. I found a plastic knife but not much else.
“It’s better than nothing,” I muttered as I returned to Prim.
I started to saw at the ropes, and it didn’t do much but make the fibers fuzzier. Growling, I chucked the knife and started to try and work the knots loose but whoever tied them did a damn good job.
“Check my boot, left one. I cut out part of the heel so a blade would fit in there,” Prim murmured, her voice hoarse.
Grabbing her foot, I poked around at the heel and noticed a part that didn’t sit right. It took some effort, but I was able to pull the chunk out and found the slim handle of a tiny knife. The damn thing was extremely sharp, and I cut my thumb as I got it out.
“Fuck,” I swore, putting it to my lips.
“If I thought you were an assassin like your guys. After this performance, you’re either really stupid or an amazing actress,” Prim commented as she watched me.
Flipping her the bird, I examined my thumb and determined it wasn’t too bad.
“You’re not going to die from a paper cut, so can we please move along? I don’t know how long they’re going to leave me here without checking on me.”
“Anyone tell you that you’re kind of a bitch?” I shot back as I cut through the ropes on her legs, then moved to her hands.
“Can’t say that’s the first time I’ve heard that, but not many people say it like you do,” she said, sitting up and rubbing her wrist.
I quirked a brow at her. “How is that?”
“Like it’s a compliment, not an insult,” she mentioned off-handedly as she stood and walked past me. “How many people guarding the door?”
“Which one?” I asked, grabbing my shoes and handing her the knife. “We’re in the heart of his operations.”
“The one that gets us the fuck out of here, Barbie,” she sassed.
I shoved her up against the refrigerator by the door, making a loud thud sound.
“Listen up, bitch spice, I’m not going to take more attitude from you.
Me and my guys didn’t have to show up here coming after you.
We could have left you to rot in this hell hole of a club.
Now drop the teen drama bullshit, and let’s help each other get through this. ”
“Fine,” she agreed. “Can we go now, or did you need to have another moment after that heartwarming speech?”
“Just wait until Dax gets to meet you,” I grumbled, putting my shoes on. “You’re either going to be best friends or kill each other.”
“Hmm, she sounds cool,” Prim commented as she cracked open the door.
Miming my urge to wring her neck, I took a deep breath and pulled myself together. “There was only one man at the entrance, but he’s one scary motherfucker.”
“Oh good, my favorite kind,” Prim announced with a smile tugging at her lips. “Stick close and try to keep up.”
Without warning, she flung the door open and raced down the hall, sticking to the shadows.
I absolutely did not have the ability to do that, but I was supposed to be here.
She wasn’t. I clasped my empty tray to my chest and ambled down the hall.
The guard turned as he heard my heels. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted to touch, but I had a feeling Slava didn’t allow that.
He grabbed the curtain and pulled it back for me, but he froze as he spotted Prim behind me.
Taking my tray, I slammed it into his face catching him off guard.
Prim bolted out of the hall into the main room with one more wallop on the big guy’s head to keep him off-kilter.
I backed out of the hall when a hand grabbed me, yanking me backward to the point I almost fell over.
I wanted to shout, but a hand clamped over my mouth, causing me to fight, thrashing like a mad woman.
“Be still, doll,” Magnus ordered.
My whole body went limp hearing his voice.
I was saved!
“I think it’s best we get going, don’t you?” he whispered, removing his hand.
“What about Prim?” I asked, turning in his arms to face him.
Magnus gestured with his chin toward the exit. “The other two caught her making a run for it. They’ll make sure she gets out and understands how things are going to work from here on out.”
“She’s a handful, that one,” I said, resting my head against his chest. “Can we please go home now?”
“Yes, doll, we can go home now,” he answered, taking my hand and leading me in the opposite direction the others had.
I didn’t argue. I knew he would get us out, and we’d be on the journey back to the States, where things might be a little less chaotic.
Magnus tugged me behind another curtain, and a man halted us, demanding something from Magnus, who handed him a wad of money, then was given a room key in return.
The man at the door leered at me, wagging his eyebrows, making a provocative motion with his hands, and laughing.
“What the hell is going on?” I whispered harshly.
“I told you if you disobeyed, there would be consequences you won’t like,” Magnus stated.
“We need to give the others some time to get a vehicle and come back for us, so I’ve about fifteen minutes left to keep you safe and out of other people’s hands.
Four dead bodies for one evening is a lot, even for me. Let’s not add to the list.”
“You killed four people!” I gasped as he pulled me into a room with a round bed in the middle. On the walls were various tools to be used during any kind of sex one could desire.