Page 4 of Ruled By Their Desires

I’m coming beautiful…..

If the calvary didn’t arrive soon, he’d blow the damn place himself and do what he did best. Kill everything that was KC and hope to get them out. He pulled on the chains harder.

The door opened and she watched coolly as the Cyborgs she’d killed were dragged out. She didn’t bother going for the knives knowing they’d only take them from her. She was smarter than that. Saving her energy for the next fight. She knew they’d be one and got back on the table and into her yoga pose, closing her eyes. She wouldn’t think about what this was gonna cost her. She thought of her parents, her uncles and although she hated to admit it, Marcus. It had been a long time since she’d spoken with him. Seen him. The old feelings stirred, and she buried them back down.

They’d never have that chance to make up. To make things right…..

He wrenched the chain free and it fell to the ground he couldn’t wait any longer for the tag team to arrive. Wasting no more time he broke free of the chain and exited the room looking for the computer hub he’d been hauled passed coming in. Finding it clear, he moved in and accessed the computer system working through all the security walls taking longer than he’d like, before starting the download of everything he could find bringing up the vid of the cell once more. The file huge he willed it to go faster. The clock clicked by a little over 15 minutes since they’d last been in that cell before he saw her door opened again. And three more walked in.

Fuck!

He was out of time and looked at the download irrationally telling it to hurry the fuck up. He watched as she opened her eyes and step down off the table again. “Let me guess,” she told them. “You’re the B team.”

He saw her pull on something from either side of the top she was wearing from under her breasts. He smiled knowing it for what it was. Underwiring that wasn’t needed. The Cyborgs stopped to watch her. Moving the metal fast in her hands, she pulled both pieces of wire that clicked together like the tent poles of old, to make what were wickedly sharp picks. Corking one end that was with them she slammed them down on the table, making them quickly snap together, then wrapped both her hands in the shirt she’d ripped grabbing both, between her fingers.

She now had killer ice-picks in her hands. She smiled at her would be abusers. It wasn’t warm. The KCs now looked unsure and confused. “I don’t go anywhere without these babies.” She told them.

An explosion rocked the building, dust and debris falling, gun shots could be heard at street level.

The cavalry had finally arrived.

About bloody time!

He yanked the last of the chains free from his body, waiting for the file to finish. 96%. 98%. 100%. Time to move. Catching a glimpse of the KCs leaving Moons cell, he noted the location before heading out the door to the female he’d been with earlier knowing she’d still be unconscious. Moving swiftly, the route imprinted on his memory, he found the door and broke in. The woman was still on the table just how he’d left her. Covering her front and back in two more medical wraps, he carried her from the room in the direction of the woman he’d come for. Moon. Finding her door, he called out in front of it to stand back before he kicked it in. The woman was waiting for him her weapons at the ready.

“What are you plan C?” she asked. “You’re a bit banged up for a KC aren’t you?” she looked at his wounds then checked out his nakedness.

He nodded to her weapons. “Hello to you too. We’re getting out. You won’t need those on me beautiful; this is your charge. She’s unconscious but not physically damaged. I managed to save her from that. Your other colleague, didn’t fare so well. She fought and took a bad beating. Can you take this one, I’m going back for her.”

“You’re a SC?” Shockingly he realised she didn’t know him.

The male stared at her for a moment. A confused brow marred his face before giving her a nod. “The human cavalry has finally arrived. They took their sweet time but they’re here now. The KC’s recorded me live with her. To play to her father I’m guessing, knowing who she is. Anyway, I morsed the GPS in hopes they’d focused on that and not me raping her.”

The woman grabbed the female from him. “You did the fuck what?” her anger was clear and right, her hand gripped harder on both picks now in one hand.

He saw her take in his naked body again and the appreciative glance she threw him. His cock started to swell and grow under it, the damage he’d suffered all too evident but even so, and bleeding all over the place he wanted her. It was becoming the bane of his life.

“It was either me, trying not to hurt her having no choice but to fuck her, or the threat of them not giving a fuck and ruining her for life.” She still looked angry but gave a nod. He wasn’t exactly thinking they’d be making friends any time soon. They’d never been friends and that was on him. She was angry and unlikely to forgive this. And she would be right to. He could never win.

“Take her, go for the back exit I couldn’t see anyone out there on the cameras. Out this door, go left, to the end go right, at the end of that go up and the exit is on the next level. I’m going back for your colleague; if she’s alive, she’ll need carrying out. I’ll catch up and hope they keep them busy up top long enough.”

He didn’t wait for her to answer just left.

Going back the way he’d come. She didn’t even know him.

She didn’t even know him….

He went cell by cell locking down his own feelings, looking for the other security officer checking for anymore SCs. They’d alluded to having more of his kind and if they did, he needed to get them out fast. Going around a corner he took a KC by surprise, the fight was quick and fast, dislodging his weapon and taking him down.

He waited for more crouched over him, but none came. They were obviously being kept busy. Keeping a hold of the gun he’d taken, he kept moving until he found the woman in the next corridor and broke in the door. She was just how he’d last seen her on the camera, on the floor bleeding, not moving. It was clear her arm and a leg were broken, the leg stomped on and at an unnatural angle, broken in several places he’d guessed, the bruising on her body told there was likely internal injuries and bleeding too. Damaged organs maybe cracked ribs and knew instinctively, she’d be lucky to survive this. Wrapping two medical wraps that seemed to be stacked in every cell tightly around her body trying not to move her too much, he broke the legs off the table, splinting the arm but he dare not touch the leg and laid her on it carrying the table back down the corridor trying real hard not to jostle her too much.

Catching up with his woman and her charge at the bottom of the stairs to the exit, was a mental relief. They’d not been caught.

His woman? Never going to happen….

Loading the other woman on the table too, he took the larger of the load and together they carried it up the stairs to the exit in silence. Going through first, he found the area clear, calling out to her to come through before turning, scanning the area and pulling the table out and around to the side of the building.

“Your colleague held her own with three of them. Commendable but she’s not trained like you are and was too damaged by the end of it to fight off their retaliation.” He handed her the gun he’d picked up. “The FHA should find you here.”

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