Page 22 of Wrath

There!

Where the rolling table once sat, I spotted a tiny hole, only half the size of my fist.

Now, how to get the key to that hole…

Motherfucker.

With another grunt, I tilted my body back and brought my legs back up. I was almost one hundred percent certain that something was broken. Probably my shoulder. Or my neck. Or my arms. Or my legs.

As quickly as I could, I used my toes once more to remove the key from my mouth.

“I’m going to try something that might be very, very stupid,” I warned Bash as I began to swing once more.

“Well, that sounds promising,” Bash drawled.

“If it works, you should get the key in your cell in a few seconds.”

“And if it doesn’t work?” Bash asked.

“Then we’re fucked and should expect to die here.”

“Fun.”

My body swung back and forth, back and forth. I used every muscle I possessed, my abs tightening, my heart galloping, my shoulders aching.

One.

Two.

Three.

I released the key as hard as I could just as my body swayed backwards. My aim was slightly off, but it still managed to make its way through the diminutive hole. A clattering noise sounded, and then Bash released a breath of relief.

“It worked! It fucking worked! I see the key. Now…how the fuck am I supposed to free myself?”

My body stopped swaying, and I allowed my head to roll forward, desperate to ease some of my strained muscles.

A slightly hysterical laugh escaped me. “Well, let me ask one question. How flexible are you?”

“Oh…fuck me.”

NINE

BASH

“Motherfucker!” I roared as I finally managed to free myself from the handcuffs restraining me.

Every muscle in my body hurt fiercely, and I was nearly one hundred percent certain I’d temporarily lost feeling in my left hand.

At least I hadn’t been suspended in the air by my cock. That would’ve been fucking embarrassing.

I rolled my neck from side to side, attempting futilely to alleviate some of the tension residing there, and then called out, “You still good in there, Z?”

“Just hanging around!” she chirped back, and yeah, I couldn’t help but laugh.

The girl was a menace to society, but I loved the shit out of her.

Something dark and insidious descended on my mood, turning it somber. I couldn’t believe I had hurt her. Me. Or…my magic, to be specific. I didn’t know what exactly happened, but her pained cry and tiny whimpers would haunt me for as long as I lived.

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