16. Torrent
Chapter 16
Torrent
“What the fuck are you doing?” a dark voice growls. My eyes are swollen shut. The world is black and I couldn’t see him if I wanted to. The voice sounds familiar though. I’m woozy, drifting in and out of consciousness, so I can’t concentrate enough on it.
“Nothing—only having a little fun,” the guy above me says. I hate him. I’ve vowed to myself over and over that if I ever get free I’m going to kill him first and I’ll make it painful. The only problem with that plan is that I’m beginning to think I won’t get free. Hell, even if I do I don’t know what this guy looks like. I’ll work around that, though, if I ever get the chance.
“You had strict orders not to hurt the merchandise, you fuck-head.”
“Haven’t touched her, just had to make sure she fell into line,” he says.
I feel a hand tightening in my hair and yanking my head up. I moan from the pain that radiates so intensely through my head that I have to struggle not to black out.
“Fuck, look at her, asshole. How do you know you haven’t given her brain damage?”
“What does it matter if I did? You just said you wanted her alive. I didn’t think you meant I?—”
“You aren’t paid to think,” the man growls and I hear the sound of someone being slapped. “You’re paid to carry out my orders.”
“I thought you were working for?—”
“It’s not who I’m working for. It’s the fact you’re working for me and I warned you. I don’t want the package harmed. I have her sold, you fuck-wad. He’s not going to want to pay for merchandise that looks like that!”
“What’s so special about this bitch anyway?”
“She’s wanted by a man willing to pay a fuck of a lot of money to get his revenge. She’s the card he’s going to play to get that revenge and because she’s that important you don’t fucking beat her until she’s unrecognizable. That’s all you need to know.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll lighten up. What’s the next step?”
“Nothing right now. Thanks to you being so damned stupid, we will have to wait until she looks better to play out the revenge. At least until the swelling goes down enough you can tell who she is.”
“How long?”
“A week. Keep your hands to your fucking self for a week. You need to bring her to heel, you do it without making a mark on her. You got it?”
“Got it.”
“Good. I’ll be in touch,” the man growls and then I hear his footsteps walking away. My mind replays everything I’ve heard, but I’m too tired. I’m fading fast. I let myself go under. I’ll try and replay everything later. Maybe I can find a clue as to who is pulling the strings then.
Right now it’s taking too much effort.