mercy of a vile-toothed monster with a blood-streaked body, and a blood-streaked whip in his hand, and spikes, and all manner of shiny evil instruments. And she writhed before that monster, chained and leashed to a pole.
I shifted to relieve the pressure on my cock. Letting her go was definitely not a priority.
I slowed and pulled over to the side of the road to take a break. The mountain soared to the heavens from the earth ahead. Even through the windshield, I could feel the drop in temperature. Never was there anywhere that felt so clean and pure as being high on a mountain with a cold wind in your face and nature abounding.
I’d loved this when I’d come here in the past. This freedom to think away from pressure and people must be why I’d felt the urge to come. Why the memories had surfaced. The cabin owned by Magnus was half fallout shelter, half ode to nature. Solid. It’d be up here still, even if he wasn’t home. I couldn’t recall much about the man but he’d been a close friend, and his main abode was in New York.
That memory had come back. Others would too, given time, peace, a safe place where no one could disturb me.
The little town of Ely wasn’t too far – down a road on the other side of the cabin. I’d go there after I’d found how the cabin had weathered the years – leave Kiara behind with instructions and go get some supplies. I’d be careful and not take too much from whoever I chose.
I closed the door of the BMW carefully, trying not to wake Kiara. Bees flitted past. The scent of the flowers and the tang of leaves and dirt was strong. Something big floundered through the bushes on the opposite side of the road, where the slope dropped away. Bear or moose, perhaps.
Peeing on flowers seemed wrong, so I aimed at the tufts of grass instead.
I’d get well here. I knew it.
This small road was narrow and flanked by scrub and scattered cascades of wildflowers. I’d parked the BMW so as to leave room for others to pass, which made it surprising when a white sedan pulled up behind us. I zipped up and turned, wondering if they thought us broken down.
Only to face a gun pointed at my face. The bearded, red-eyed man, in faded jeans and hunter’s jacket, had a wobble to his gun-aiming arm.
“Don’t say a fucking word!” he rattled off, spit flying.
I halted, raised my hands.
His girlfriend sauntered along behind, long blond hair wisping in the breeze. Her swagger gave the impression she enjoyed this. One hand was hooked in her waistband and the other was wrapped around a second pistol that she dangled at her side. A Glock.
Her fidgety boyfriend had a Beretta.
I had nothing except me. It’d do.
“Hmm?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Keys. Hand them over. And get her out!” He pointed through the window then whacked the glass. “Tell her if she grabs anything she gets shot. Then you.”
And he’d just said don’t speak.
The keys were in the car but he seemed too jittery to notice.
Girlfriend grinned and raised her gun. Her red-edged eyes matched those of her boyfriend’s. As did the track marks on her arm. Her pink T-shirt had F##ck me, do I care? emblazoned across the front. “Yeah. Money, keys, your girl, your car, if you wanna live.”
Her sneer was a work of art as deep as her T-shirt words.
Kiara must’ve heard, plus the guy tapped the glass again with his gun and aimed it at her, at me, at her, at me again. Indecisive bastard.
I pulled open the door to let her climb out and backed away as she did so, going right and a little closer to the guy, to widen the area he’d need to cover. His aim wibble-wobbled between us.
“On yer knees!” He spat. “Both of you. Woooo. What a preeetty girl you got.”
All the while, I grappled for the right signs in his girl’s mind, or lack of mind. I needed her. I could kick the shit out of her boyfriend but someone would get shot. Maybe Kiara.
Kneeling would make it hard to move fast enough.
Kiara was shuffling to her knees,
I shifted to relieve the pressure on my cock. Letting her go was definitely not a priority.
I slowed and pulled over to the side of the road to take a break. The mountain soared to the heavens from the earth ahead. Even through the windshield, I could feel the drop in temperature. Never was there anywhere that felt so clean and pure as being high on a mountain with a cold wind in your face and nature abounding.
I’d loved this when I’d come here in the past. This freedom to think away from pressure and people must be why I’d felt the urge to come. Why the memories had surfaced. The cabin owned by Magnus was half fallout shelter, half ode to nature. Solid. It’d be up here still, even if he wasn’t home. I couldn’t recall much about the man but he’d been a close friend, and his main abode was in New York.
That memory had come back. Others would too, given time, peace, a safe place where no one could disturb me.
The little town of Ely wasn’t too far – down a road on the other side of the cabin. I’d go there after I’d found how the cabin had weathered the years – leave Kiara behind with instructions and go get some supplies. I’d be careful and not take too much from whoever I chose.
I closed the door of the BMW carefully, trying not to wake Kiara. Bees flitted past. The scent of the flowers and the tang of leaves and dirt was strong. Something big floundered through the bushes on the opposite side of the road, where the slope dropped away. Bear or moose, perhaps.
Peeing on flowers seemed wrong, so I aimed at the tufts of grass instead.
I’d get well here. I knew it.
This small road was narrow and flanked by scrub and scattered cascades of wildflowers. I’d parked the BMW so as to leave room for others to pass, which made it surprising when a white sedan pulled up behind us. I zipped up and turned, wondering if they thought us broken down.
Only to face a gun pointed at my face. The bearded, red-eyed man, in faded jeans and hunter’s jacket, had a wobble to his gun-aiming arm.
“Don’t say a fucking word!” he rattled off, spit flying.
I halted, raised my hands.
His girlfriend sauntered along behind, long blond hair wisping in the breeze. Her swagger gave the impression she enjoyed this. One hand was hooked in her waistband and the other was wrapped around a second pistol that she dangled at her side. A Glock.
Her fidgety boyfriend had a Beretta.
I had nothing except me. It’d do.
“Hmm?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Keys. Hand them over. And get her out!” He pointed through the window then whacked the glass. “Tell her if she grabs anything she gets shot. Then you.”
And he’d just said don’t speak.
The keys were in the car but he seemed too jittery to notice.
Girlfriend grinned and raised her gun. Her red-edged eyes matched those of her boyfriend’s. As did the track marks on her arm. Her pink T-shirt had F##ck me, do I care? emblazoned across the front. “Yeah. Money, keys, your girl, your car, if you wanna live.”
Her sneer was a work of art as deep as her T-shirt words.
Kiara must’ve heard, plus the guy tapped the glass again with his gun and aimed it at her, at me, at her, at me again. Indecisive bastard.
I pulled open the door to let her climb out and backed away as she did so, going right and a little closer to the guy, to widen the area he’d need to cover. His aim wibble-wobbled between us.
“On yer knees!” He spat. “Both of you. Woooo. What a preeetty girl you got.”
All the while, I grappled for the right signs in his girl’s mind, or lack of mind. I needed her. I could kick the shit out of her boyfriend but someone would get shot. Maybe Kiara.
Kneeling would make it hard to move fast enough.
Kiara was shuffling to her knees,
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