Page 161 of Reckoning

I grit my teeth, forcing myself to mentally fight, to stay present.

I can do this. I can survive this. I know I can.

“I only got to have you once. One fucking time.” He spits, thrusting enough that the entire bed we’re leant over skids sideways by a few inches. The sound of it rings in my ears, echoes in my head. “But I’ve got you now…” He taunts.

“Martin…” Blue Eyes snaps behind us.

“You told me I could have this.” Martin hollers back.

“I said you could have her when we’re done.” Blue Eyes retorts.

“What good will she be then?” Martin replies, forcing my face around so that he can look me properly in the eyes. “When we’ve cut her open. You think I’ll want to fuck her corpse then?”

I freeze as much as I can. Cut me open? What the fuck is this?

“You get it now, don’t you, Sofia?” Blue Eyes says as Martin continues raping me again. “He hid it inside you. He turned you into a walking safety deposit box.”

I can’t think. I can’t process those words. Martin’s groaning, sweating, getting close to coming and I know now what’s going to happen once he’s finished violating me.

I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to give in but my tears start streaming down my cheeks.

All the while Blue Eyes is stood, watching this play out, as if he gets off on seeing the act as much as committing it.

Martin pulls out, turns me over, yanking my torn top wide open and he bears my breasts for him to ogle at. My hands are still bound and now all my weight is on them and it hurts so much.

I lift my body, slamming my head into his and he groans before backhanding me.

Blue Eyes moves around the other side, grabbing my hair, pinning me down. Apparently they both want a piece of this game.

Except, they seem to have forgotten what else was on the bed; what is now right under my hands. My fingers fumble, I feel the sharp blade of something slice right through the tips but I don’t give a shit, I don’t care how much it hurts. I don’t care if I have to cut off every digit to achieve this. If I can manoeuvre it right, I might just be able to actually get myself free.

Blue Eyes undoes his trousers, rips the bandage from my mouth and he points a gun at my temple. “Suck.” He orders.

I glare back but I don’t fight as he pushes his disgusting cock into my mouth. He’s not even hard, I’m not sure if this is just because he can do it, or because he’s realised this will be his only chance. That once they’ve gutted me I won’t live long enough for anything else to go down.

I don’t want to consider that.

I don’t want to contemplate that.

I grip the handle, pulling the blade up and though it nicks my skin, it slices right through it, I feel the tape come loose.

Martin’s about to finish. It would make sense to deal with him first. But Blue Eyes has the gun to my head – if I do anything to Martin I don’t doubt Blue Eyes will blow my brains out and be done with it.

But then, if he pulls the trigger, surely my mouth would clamp shut right around his dick and he wouldn’t want that would he? I could almost laugh at the absurd situation I’m in right now. The options I’m weighing up.

Only, it’s not funny. Not for a second.

So I make a split second decision. I twist my hand out, snatch forward and cut Blue Eye’s dick right off.

Blood spurts everywhere. It covers my face. The gun goes off almost immediately and I have no idea where the bullet hits but it’s not me. Thank god it’s not me. Blue Eyes falls back, collapsing against the medical equipment behind us, grasping at where his appendage is no longer present.

Martin doesn’t even have time to react before I’ve sprung forward and rammed that same scalpel right into his throat.

He gurgles, he chokes, falling back on his arse.

I scramble off the bed, my feet are still bound, my leggings and underwear are around my knees and I slip over, falling face first in the pool of blood. But my eyes see the weapon, the gun, and I reach out, snatching it before Blue Eyes can get at it.

I spit the severed part of his dick out of my mouth, scooting away, pushing myself far from them both. I don’t know how many bullets this gun has but I know there’s enough for what I need.

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