Page 50 of Ethan & Anda
“I see you’re awake. Good. Good. That means we can get started.” He gestured to someone in the hall and another bulky man entered wearing a creepy smile.
Shit. He was either the man who was going to torture her or do something even worse to her.
Asshole spoke. “I cannot believe I have the famous Anda Salamanca in my possession. What luck.” He sat down in the chair casually, as if he’d just come around for tea instead of for torture. “You know the Prince, are dating him, and are probably fucking him.”
It wasn’t a question so she didn’t answer it.
Brutish Bastard walked over and backhanded her across the face. “You were asked a question. Answer it.”
She rolled her jaw, then turned to look him directly in the face. “Actually, he didn’t ask me a question at all.”
Asshole clapped and let out a chuckle. “So delightful! Such fire. Not what I was expecting from a Hollywood starlet. Tell me, is that your acting training or…perhaps some other kind of training?”
She wasn’t going to fall for that one. “Of course I’m utilizing my acting training right now. How else should I deal with two assholes who have kidnapped me?”
Brutish Bastard backhanded her again.
Asshole just tsked. “I don’t recall hearing anything about this temper of yours in any interviews about you.”
“How should I act? I’d love any tips.” Shit. Her voice was starting to get slurred. Was that the concussion, the blacking out, or something else? Shit. Could this be related to her earlier injury when she crashed through the stage? Maybe the combination of falling several feet and being beaten in the same night was catching up to her.
Asshole just kept smiling. “I’m sure my friend here can give you some very good tips. First, however, he’s going to have some fun with you.”
Asshole stood and went towards the door. “Let’s start with a little heat I think, Boris. When she’s ready for her clothes to come off, you and I are going to have a nice long chat.”
Her stomach went cold. The word ‘heat’ could mean anything, however since she was stuck to a radiator, she assumed that meant they were going to try to burn her out. They’d wait until it got so hot that she’d want to take her clothes off to cool down—which would never fucking happen, no matter how fucking hot it got—then they’d likely take her clothes off and torture her, and maybe do other things to her.
Motherfuckers.
This was nothing she hadn’t faced before. She’d had extensive training for this, on what to do, how to act, how to deal with the situation mentally, physically, emotionally. All of those would come into play now. True, reality was different, but she had been kidnapped before. No way in hell was she sticking around and waiting for anyone to come save her this time.
Ethan…They must not have found him. If they had, they wouldn’t be waiting to do evil things to her. They would have brought him in and forced him to watch while they tortured her to try and get him to do whatever the hell they wanted. Ethan was safe for now. He might come for her, if he could even figure out where they’d taken her, but she had to rely on herself right now.
As Brutish Bastard Boris approached her, she finally realized why she’d been handcuffed to the radiator the way she had. The switch to turn it on it was near her body close to the floor. Whoever turned it on would likely cop a feel, too. It was no surprise that Brutish Bastard Boris blatantly grabbed her breast with one hand and ‘accidentally’ tore the bodice of her dress apart. Then he fumbled around her skirt with the other hand—clearly this guy had no idea where a woman’s lady parts were, a blessing in that moment—but he eventually turned on the radiator, gave her one last vicious squeeze, and then left.
Once they were gone, she shivered. Not from the cold or heat but from the echo of his hands on her. She’d deal with that later. Right now, she had to get herself free.
She eased to standing and tried to angle herself away from the radiator before it got too hot. They’d bound her between slats in the radiator, which meant her hands would likely get burned unless she got herself free. Because of the angle and height of the radiator, there was also no comfortable position to stand by it. She’d basically have to remain bent over with her ass in the air, a position she liked in bed with Ethan, but not anywhere else and definitely not withthosetwo pieces of shits.
Goddamn motherfucking piece of shit tiny-pricked asshole cocksuckers!
She started to shimmy her underwear down. Being flexible, she was able to pick up her underwear with her toes and bring it to her hands. She carefully ripped it apart, removing the thin wire inside and began to pick at the lock.
It was already getting hot, and sweat started to drip down her skin. Passing out again seemed like a very real possibility. Before that happened, she had to get free, then kick their asses, then arrest their asses, and then take a really long fucking vacation.
She’d been through worse than this in her life, dealt with all kinds of people who wanted to use her ever since she was a kid. She wasn’t gonna put up with that, not now, not fucking ever again. This wasn’t even the first time she’d been injured, and probably wouldn’t be the last.
So, she’d deal with her kidnapping just like she dealt with everything else in her life: kick ass, succeed, and then move on to the next goal, regardless of whether that future included Ethan, or if she moved on alone.
She had a feeling it would be the latter. Even if he came for her, she wasn’t sure he could give her what she needed. Nine months ago, he’d promised that he would.
Three months ago he’d broken his promise and her heart.
So, if she needed to move on alone, she would. And that would be that.
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