Page 14 of Liberated By Sin
I took off toward a chain-linked fence, Magda on my heels.
“You’re going to fry, bitch!” She lunged and grabbed my hair, swinging me around as I reached the fence and punched the right side of my face. Sparks of light exploded behind my eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to lie down and die.
Never stop fighting.
I trained for eight years in hand-to-hand combat.
Pushing through the daze, I dodged her next hit and buried my fist into her abdomen. Oxygen huffed out of her lungs, and she groaned but remained latched onto my hair.
“You want to get bold, huh?”
Another blow to my jaw had me spitting out blood, but I returned the favor and reveled in the sound of broken cartilage. Red sprayed from her nose, slicking down her chin, and she smiled like the sadistic cunt she was.
“That was cute.” In a flash, her arms trapped me, and she slammed me into the hard ground.
I gasped for air as it fled my body in agonizing waves.
“You will pay dearly for what you’ve done,” she growled, pinning me down with her weight.
“Fucking kill me!” I spit in her face again, and she slapped, then backhanded me. “Is that…all you got,” I rasped with a grin, sending more blood-stained saliva her way.
“I’ll see you in the Pit.”
Fuck.
The Pit was worse than death. A free for all. Where everyone took a turn and lived out their most depraved fantasies while others watched. I’d found out the hard way.
“Look at you, taking all of us so good.”
With every ounce of strength I had left, I shifted my pelvis in an upward motion, throwing her off balance and over my head. Magda landed with a thud, and I straddled her, rock in hand. Her front teeth shattered, leaving her in a daze.
“You’re a disgrace. What you do to these girls.” The jagged edge of the rock crushed the bones in her face as I delivered punches as powerful as I could manage.
One. Two. Three. Four times until her flesh was mangled.
“Hey!” a man’s voice called from the door. Another flanked him. They were armed and began to sprint toward me.
No, no, no!
Diving for the fence, pulse thundering in my ears, I climbed up the slick metal as bullets ricocheted around me. Barbed wire wound around the top, slicing into my skin as I attempted to scale over the razor-sharp edges.
I swallowed back the sting as pieces of my flesh caught and ripped open. When a bullet clipped my side, I lost my footing and plummeted to the ground.
Crying out, I lay on my back and sucked in ragged breaths beforeflipping over and running into a thick hedge of trees just as I heard the gate slide open.
“Oh, fuck.” I nearly stumbled but kept pace because I knew this was my last shot.
If they caught me, they wouldn’t kill me; they’d torture me until I’d beg to die and then do it all over again.
Shouts echoed from the forest behind me, closing the distance between us, no matter how hard I ran. Cupping the wound on my side, I fell to my knees as I broke the tree line and reached an embankment. Headlights approached, but the mud on the small hill was too slippery and I kept sliding back into the ditch.
“Fuck!” I sobbed into the darkness, sure I’d given away my location. “You have to keep moving, goddamn it!”
Using both hands, I gripped protruding roots and pushed into the mud with my feet until I finally made it over and rolled onto the side of a highway. I crawled a few steps and collapsed, unable to stand or bear weight on my limbs any longer. I prayed to bleed out before they reached me.
Please, let me die.
“Oh, my God! Lorenzo, call for help!”