29. Sofia
SOFIA
When I wake up, I hear the sound of chains.
I open my eyes and for just a moment, I feel like I’m trapped in a nightmare. Or I’ve just woken up from a dream where I escaped and had a chance at a different life with Titus, only to wake up back in my prison.
I’m lying on my side, arms behind my back and the cold feeling of chains around my wrists. The oily smell of the room that I was brought to at the beginning of this adventure comes back to me as my head throbs.
And then my last memory comes back. The bastard brought me back to the warehouse.
I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and I twist around. Cyril walks in through the door, a small white bandage over the bridge of his nose, a flat, darkened bruise running up the middle of his face where I kicked him.
He sees me and smiles, stained yellow teeth flashing me through the room’s dim lighting.
“You’re awake,” he says. “Just in time.” He pauses, looking around the room. “Look familiar?”
I don’t say anything. He’s decided to keep me alive, and I can imagine that’s got to be for one reason and one reason only. He means to rape me or torture me… or maybe both.
He continues to smile at me as he walks over to the table on the far side of the room. No handy bag full of sex toys like Titus had. Not that I’m surprised. Cyril doesn’t strike me as the kind of man who might have that level of creativity about him.
“You know something?” he says as he leans against the table. “I’ve been in a lot of fights in my life. Won some, lost some. I’ve never met somebody like you, though. Women, even the ones who think they’re tough, they’re usually easy prey. Never met my match before you.”
I’m reaching into my sleeve for the bobby pin I keep there. Contrary to whatever the movies say, bobby pins are not great tools for picking locks. Which is why I studied using them since I was thirteen. It’s the one item I’ll always be able to sneak in if I find myself trapped.
Well, as long as I plan ahead for being trapped. The last time I was here, I had no idea that I’d end up in chains in a locked room. This time, however…
I carefully pull the bobby pin free, twist it around in my fingers, and point it toward the locking mechanism in the center of these shackles.
“After that first little skirmish,” he goes on, “I have to admit. I was hoping that Titus would get the bright idea to lend you out to the brothers. I mean, if his whole goal was to torture the daughter of his enemy, what better way than to humiliate her, right?”
“Sorry to ruin your plans,” I say, trying to keep him talking. His eyes widen.
“Oh, so you are choosing to speak. That’s good. That is very good. I like the vocal ones. You a screamer, little bitch?”
I clench my jaw, keeping his attention while I focus on freeing myself.
“That’s your new name,” he says as he stands up. “Little Bitch. From now on, that’s what I plan on calling you while I fuck your brains out.”
He walks over to me, and I freeze as he looks me over carefully, tilting his head. It looks like a big, bald light bulb in this darkness. “Sit up.”
He turns and takes off his jacket. I move the pin around just right and feel a click against my skin. My bonds loosen.
He turns back around and says, “I said, sit up, Little Bitch.”
I manage to get myself up onto my knees. If I’m going to take him on, I’m going to need him to be closer. “It is too bad that this is how it ends,” I say to him. “I was having fun beating your ass.”
His smile drops. “There won’t be any more of that,” he says as he walks over, unzipping his pants. “Not ever again.”
He pulls out his cock as he approaches me. It hangs just a few inches below his zipper. No wonder he’s such a pissy little bitch.
“What are you doing?” He grabs the back of my head and yanks my head back. Then he pulls out his gun and presses it against my temple.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” he says. “You’re going to suck my cock like the dirty little slut that you are. You’re going to do it until I’m ready to come. And then, I’m going to shoot all over your fucking face.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Wow, that’s hot. Is this your first blowjob? You talk like a horny teenager.”
He snatches my neck back and leans into my face. “Shut your fucking mouth, whore. You’re going to suck it and like it. Or I’ll blow your brains all over that wall.”
“Okay,” I say to him. “Let’s do this, then.”
He blinks, taken aback by my admission. “Okay, then.” He lets me go to allow me to sit up straight in front of him. He presses the gun against my temple while holding up his cock ceremoniously and says, “Get to it.”
This is going to be tricky… and I’ll only have one shot at it or I’m dead.
I lean in and rub my cheek along the side of his dick, one side, then the other.
“I said suck it. Don’t play with it.”
“Okay,” I say and with a smile up at him, I add, “You know, I once offered to suck Titus’s dick for my freedom. Do you know what he said to me?”
His eyes are glassing over as he anticipates the moment when I put his tiny little dick in my mouth. He shakes his head. “Uh-uh.”
I slide the shackles off my wrists and slowly bring them around. He’s too focused on me to notice.
“He told me that oral sex requires a certain level of trust,” I say softly. “And that only a fool would put his dick in the mouth of a woman who was planning on biting it off.”
I lean forward and bite down on his dick, jerking my hand up and grabbing the wrist holding the gun at the same time. Before he can react, I push the gun up over my head.
It all happens fast. The gun goes off somewhere into the ceiling as he screams in a panicked, high-pitched shriek. He drops the gun and blood fills my mouth as he grabs the sides of my head.
“FUCKING BITCH!” is all I can make out as I release him. He falls back onto the floor, holding his crotch as arcs of blood squirt out between his fingers.
I stand up, wiping the blood from my mouth as he writhes on the floor, screaming obscenities. The gun, as it happens, dropped only a few inches to my left. I grab it and train it on him.
“That’ll teach you to try to take what was never yours,” I yell at him.
The door opens and I bring the gun up at whoever’s walking in… only to see Titus’s face.
I could jump for fucking joy right now.
He steps in slowly, watching Cyril curse and bleed and cry in the dust before me. I lower my gun as he walks over to me.
“I guess it’s safe to say you’ve got this.” He looks at Cyril with a kind of pained amusement. “He tried to…?”
“He tried, yes.” He stands next to me as we watch for a few more seconds as Cyril stops his twisting. He lays there with his hands between his thighs in a pool of blood, moaning and cursing in woeful tones.
“I always thought of him as being somewhat dickless at times,” he said. “Now he really is just that.”
I hand Titus the gun. “You want to put him down?”
He looks at me, then the gun. As he takes it from me, he says, “I think that’s best.”
He raises the gun and shoots him without ceremony. Once in the head. Cyril’s moaning ceases and his body stops moving entirely.
Titus wraps an arm around my waist and kisses my forehead. “Let’s get my son and get the fuck out of here.”