Chapter 13
Tillie
“R un, Tillie. Keep running and don’t look back or he’ll catch up to you.” Doris pushes against my shoulders and keeps pushing until I stumble back a step under the weight she uses against me. “You're going to die here. He’s going to kill you, but not before he uses you first.”
Frantically, I turn on my hands and knees with gravel digging into my skin, scrambling to run away before hopping to my feet.
I glance over my shoulder to tell her to run with me but she’s gone.
Looking forward, my shoes skid across the gravel and I fall on my butt with a thud as fear eats my insides alive.
Cruz stands there with his belt unbuckled and that curved hunting knife in his hand with blood smeared on the tip. I look down in horror at my legs which are covered with open wounds, raised scars of his name carved into my skin over and over again.
“I’ll take and take until you beg me for death.
Don’t you know that dirty whores like yourself don’t get to go to heaven?
But don’t worry, I’ll make sure that by the time I’m done with you, I’ll be the God that you pray to.
” He reaches down for me, tearing at my clothes as I scream and scream for him to stop.
An ear piercing scream wakes me up, I’m disoriented from the nightmare but quickly collide with reality as I realize multiple hands are ripping off my clothes.
I flail around, kicking and screaming for them to get off me as a knife slices through my pants and shirt, leaving me in my underwear and bra.
It’s dark in my room but there’s enough light from the moon through my curtains to see four tall shadows towering over me, hidden from my eyes but I can see the outline of white on certain parts of their faces.
The design of skeleton makeup on each face almost makes me piss my panties.
My brain can’t catch up fast enough with what is going on around me.
“Get the hell off of me! I’m not going back, you can’t make me!” I yell at the skeleton faces surrounding me, tears running down my cheeks.
I’m flipped onto my stomach, and my hands and feet are quickly tied with rope hogtie style.
I end up flopping around on the bed trying to get away before a bag is shoved over my head, the material sucking into my mouth with every panicked breath.
I’m tossed over a broad shoulder, jostled around, and not one of them says a thing as I call them every curse word in the dictionary.
I hear car doors open and suddenly I’m being thrown into the middle seat.
From the size of them, I know my chance to run is long gone…
the Jokers have found me in no time at all.
Two bodies squeeze in on either side of me, picking me up to place my head on one lap and legs on the other.
The car starts, backing away from any freedom I thought I had and racing down the street, no doubt heading towards the compound.
It’s so quiet, I can only hear my deep breathing and the vibration of the car under my stomach. With my dream still on the edge of my mind and now going back to that death trap, all the memories I try to shove down come back to haunt me like an old friend.
The night I was raped on that cold dirty cement floor, the carving of the big letters of Cruz’s initials on my back, and the years by of being groped, violated, and never knowing when my time was coming to an end.
The tears don’t come anymore, my breathing picks up so much that it rattles my body as I lay as still as a statue.
A hand smooths down my spine so lightly, the rough pad of their fingertips stop at the dimples of my back before sliding back up, the small nicks on his hand familiar of gun use.
My pulse jumps, my nipples hardening into points through my bra and I curse my body at the pleasurable touch.
I’d rather they make it hurt, I don’t want to feel anything.
“I’ll kill myself before you get that part of me ever again,” I whisper the promise softly and let my body go lax under the continuing touch, deciding to save my strength for when I get out of this vehicle.
I’ll go down fighting.
Time passes in a blur, my thoughts dark and dreadful.
I can feel the driver cutting through lanes quickly, the smooth road has to be a highway with how easy the car moves.
Lights flash through the hood, the burlap revealing nothing.
Finally, we start to slow, making me wonder if they’re just going to kill me here and now instead of delivering me to Cruz.
Dumping my body over a bridge or in the ocean where I’ll never be found.
The driver slams on the brakes causing the car to stop abruptly.
Someone throws the doors open, and a cool breeze makes my sweat slicked body shiver.
Hands grab my legs to drag me over the seats before flinging me to the ground, the rough asphalt scraping my side.
The burlap is tugged off my head and the sudden brightness of the parking lot lights I’m lying under blinds me.
My head swivels left and right, taking in the rows of Ferraris in different colors, realizing I’m in a car dealership parking lot.
The ropes digging into my wrists and ankles are cut away and before I can stand, a car engine purrs loudly to life behind me.
Spinning around, I see two sets of matching grins behind skeleton makeup in the BMW i8 leaning out the passenger side of the car.
Four familiar eyes look at my shivering, practically naked body huddled under the parking lot light.
“Sweet little bitch, you have... say about two minutes before the cops show up,” Dalton says in a gruff voice, looking up and down my body with a wink.
Nicky sits in the front passenger seat and pulls a gun out, aiming right at me.
I squeeze my eyes and pray it ends quickly.
I thought I’d see a Joker on the other end of the gun but I guess fate has a twisted sense of humor.
Five shots ring out rapidly, the sound of them hitting metal before I realize that the pain never comes.
Peeking my eyes open, I see Nicky rolling his eyes and he stares straight ahead as if I’m not even here while gesturing to Logan to get going.
“Baby, I love how those booty shorts hug that ass. Can’t wait to see it bouncing on my dick.” Tey cocks his head to the side. “Can you hear that? Dalton, what’s that sound like man?” He chuckles darkly, playing with his lip ring as he stares at the tattoo on my hip.
“Sounds like the cops. Better hurry!” Dalton snickers, snapping his teeth at me.
The skeleton makeup design really gives them the image of death, the hollowed cheekbones, the way it makes their gazes stand out against the black smudging around the eyelids.
“We shall see who makes it back home first,” Logan taunts from the driver's seat, leaning around Nicky with a smug grin.
He punches the gas without waiting for an answer from me, the tires leave skid marks on the pavement and it’s suddenly just me stranded in the lot. When I turn around, it’s to see three Ferraris dented in bullet holes and broken windows.
Those motherfuckers left me for bait. I can’t have the cops catch me, I’ll go to jail and Payne will find me in no time.
He has eyes and ears everywhere, the system doesn’t stop him.
The sound of sirens gets louder and I say fuck it.
My chest heaves as I glance around frantically until I spot a black Ferrari F8 Spider inside the dealership building and run barefoot across the parking lot.
It’s not like I have a crowbar or my knife to mess with the wires to start a car.
With no other choice, I grab the largest rock of their display outside the windows, grunting under the weight, and toss it at the glass window.
It shatters into tiny pieces and a loud blaring alarm starts up the moment the rock makes contact with the glass.
If the cops weren’t coming before, they are now.
I grind my teeth as I step onto the shards, blocking out the pain and the bloody footprints I’m leaving behind.
My running limp is pathetic as I hurry over to the flashy sports car.
The driver’s door opens easily because of course, they don’t lock them up inside.
Rolling my eyes, I quickly jog over to the receptionist’s area and see the keys I’m looking for on a hook under the desk.
Do they think because it’s a high brand of a vehicle that no one would dare break in? Guess so.
I climb onto the driver’s seat, I take a moment to admire the sleek leather material under my panty-clad ass, the smooth wheel my hands slide over.
Key in the ignition, it roars to life like a beast and I’m spinning the car in seconds in a one eighty with burning rubber and smoke.
Deciding not to pull a Dukes of Hazard because I do have some class, I burst through the already shattered glass floor to ceiling window.
The car jumps over a small curb, a sound like crushed metal reaches my ears and it causes me to grimace in pain for the Ferrari.
Just as I’m racing out of the lot, the flashing blue and red lights peel around the corner, picking up speed to chase after me.
Throwing the clutch down and stomping my bloody foot on the gas, my teeth grind at the pain but it’s forgotten as I’m pushed into the seat and the car shoots forward.
The way this car moves between the few vehicles on the back roads is a dream.
It’s like sailing over water, just above the surface.
The siren of the two cop cars behind me get louder, gaining up on my rear, closer and closer.
I switch over into oncoming traffic, barely missing plowing into a truck, and sideswiping a few cars that are parallel parked on the road with sparks flying.
“Shit. Come on, come on!” I grunt out, shifting gears again to pick up speed once I’m back on the right side of the road.