142. The Fucking Creep
Chapter 142
The Fucking Creep
My blood simmers when I hear the lock turn.
Go on, bitch. Open the fucking door.
I lift my right foot and place it on the bottom step without making a sound.
Handy that they gave the woman her own cabin. A place she can fuck everyone on staff in private.
The door to the little cabin opens, and the whore steps over the threshold.
I saw the way she was looking at all the men.
I saw the way she looked at me.
She was practically asking for it.
I climb another step.
The door starts to close behind her.
I lunge forward, reaching for the edge of the door, all of my weight on my right foot.
My mouth opens in a smile.
But then my foot is forcefully yanked out from beneath me.
My hands grapple but find nothing.
I’m too slow.
Too confused .
My face connects with the top step.
Pain explodes through my brain as I feel my nose crunch.
But I’m still moving.
I didn’t fall.
Someone is dragging me off the stairs.