Page 58 of Corrupt Desires

“Fuck you, Lorenzo. Fucking tough guy getting his thrills by beating on women.”

“Watch it, Emilia, or else I’ll have to get my thrills on poor Jess over here.”

Jess immediately backs into the corner on her cot, knowing his words aren’t a bluff. When we spoke late last night, she let me know that it’s Lorenzo that does the majority of the physical abuse to the women here. Vincent and Anthony are the guys that relish in the sexual abuse, but Lorenzo here gets off on beating the women. I never in a million years would have thought that this darkness dwelled inside him. He was always the exact opposite around me and my family. But now I know, he held a deep-seated hate for all of us and was just biding his time to make a move.

“Have a good night ladies. I hear tomorrow is going to be mighty eventful for you women. Plenty of lessons to go around,” he says with a smirk before leaving the room.

Fucking cocksucker. I hope he gets what’s coming to him.

Before Jess and I can even dig into the mess they consider food, we hear shouting in the hallway along with pounding steps of those running down the stairs.

Kayden and his men must have made their move because next thing we know, the power cuts out, and we’re surrounded by darkness. Jess and I wait for what feels like forever before the doorknob starts to slowly turn. We both back into our respective corners, unsure of who is going to come through the door. Reaching behind me, I feel for the scalpel, relieved to find that it’s still tucked behind me, ready to use should I need it.

The door opens and I can barely make out the shape of a tall figure. My hope whispers in my mind that it’s Kayden, only to be dashed when the figure speaks.

“With everyone busy dealing with the fire, I finally have my chance to get some royal pussy,” says Vincent, coming further into the room and turning on a flash light.

I squint, holding my hand out to block out the rays of light and turn my head, dread tangling my stomach in knots.

Before I can get a good look at where he is, a sharp pain explodes on the side of my head, the light flaring across the room as I topple over onto my side. I feel blood running down my temple as the room spins. He takes the opportunity to push me onto my back, laying his body across mine as he pins my arms above my head with one hand. He fumbles for the button on his jeans as he becomes desperate to free his dick, growing increasingly frustrated as I kick at him with my feet.

Laying a kick to his balls, he lets go of my wrists, and I reach out a hand, frantically searching for the scalpel that I lost in the scuffle. Not feeling the metal tool, I start to lose hope as I hear the zipper to his jeans and a tug on my ankle.

“Come here, princess. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity,” he sneers, latching onto both my ankles and tugging my body across the floor. The flashlight lays on the floor illuminating Jess in her corner on the cot. I see the flash of metal just out of my reach, and I yell out for her, catching her gaze and pointing to the scalpel laying on the floor close to her cot. Vincent doesn’t catch my movement, too busy trying to angle his dick as I fight him with my legs.

Jess jumps off the cot as far as her chain allows and kicks the scalpel toward my outstretched hand. Closing my hand around the cool metal, I swing up just as I feel Vincent’s dick brush my inner thigh. My aim is true as I bring my hand in an arc across his throat, the scalpel cutting cleanly through his flesh like a knife to butter.

Vincent’s hands immediately go to his neck, clutching and trying to stop the blood that sprays out, coating me in a layer of the sticky redness. Holy fuck that is a sharp-as-hell blade. I have to remember to thank the doctor.

“You bitch.” His words come out in garbles, and I smile. Vincent falls back on his ass, still clutching his neck and looking at me with wide eyes as I tower over him.

“Who’s the weak little bitch now, hmmm?” I ask him, starting to feel hysterical in my quest for vengeance. I must look half-crazed, my naked body a patchwork of stitches and covered in his blood.

I bend down and grab the pocket knife from his jean pocket, flipping it open and flashing a sinister smile at Vincent. “I think I’ll have a little fun with you before you completely bleed out.”

Before he can make a single sound, I take the knife and slash it across his chest. He attempts to scream, but only gurgles are heard as blood starts to pool out of his mouth.

“Such a shame, I thought I’d have more time with you, Vince.” His chest is completely torn open, and as much as I want to continue paying him back for every cut on my body, I hear Jess whimper off to the side.

Swinging my gaze over to her, I notice a figure in the doorway, barely illuminated by the flashlight.

“Emilia, you have certainly been a naughty, naughty girl,” drawls Anthony as he takes in Vincent dying in the corner. “I guess you still need to learn a lesson.”

As he takes a step into the room, he starts to undo his belt, pulling it from his waistband and grabbing the ends in his fist.

I tighten my hold on the knife and square my shoulders, not ready to go down without a fight.

Thirty-Seven

James

Stationed on the outskirts of the building, I watch as Kayden’s men start a fire in the garage to draw out the men from inside the house. As a man looking out the window notices the fire, he raises the alarm, and three men rush out of the house, desperate to put out the fire before it ignites the vehicles inside. Once they are completely focused on the fire, Kayden’s men are given the order to take them out. Each man drops like a fly, the silencers on their guns doing their job to finish them quietly.

Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I realize that’s my signal to move forward toward the house. As we walk up to the house with our rifles raised and at the ready, Kayden takes the lead, standing flush against the wall next to the cellar and starts to count down from three. We decided to go in through the cellar as there are no cameras on this side of the house, allowing us to get in without raising any alarms. Franklin is connected to the team through earpieces, and he can see what Kayden sees through his night vision optics.

On his mark, his team opens the cellar, and Kayden moves in, descending the stairs.

“Alright, Kayden, coming up on your right there should be a flight of stairs that lead to a door. Once you’re through that door, you’ll find yourself in a large open room. Go through that room, through the door on the opposite side, and into a smaller room.”

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