Page 88 of Deliria

I’m so fucking scared.

And I have no idea how the hell I’m going to get away, how I’m going to survive.

Where is Alex? Where is Vincent? Are they away? Have they flown off to some fancy business meeting, or are they even now planning their next awful move?

If I can get out now, if I can just run and hide and…

There’s a gun.

I don’t know where that memory comes from, but I know there is one. I’m certain of it. It’s hidden beneath this very bed. If I can get to it, if I can use it, then I can force them to let me go.

“I have to pee.” I say keeping my voice as steady as I can.

The girls exchange a look and the one who shaved me shakes her head.

“You want me to piss myself?” I snap. “You think Alex will be happy to come back and find the bed soaked in urine? He’ll make you both strip it if he does. You want to do that? To handle my piss-stained sheets?”

I know I’m rambling, but I don’t care. I’m using every bit of leverage I have to convince them to untie me.

They both sigh, like I’m a damned inconvenience. And then the one without the razor mutters something under her breath. She’s clearly pissed about this entire situation. Maybe sheshould try being strung up to the bed and fucked within an inch of her life – see how she likes that.

Her fingers fumble on the rope. As soon as it loosens, I pull my leg free. My joints protest, and a sharp pain tells me they’ve not liked being held in that position for so long.

But I don’t have time to dwell on injuries.

I get to my feet, my legs are so shaky I’m not sure I can even walk straight.

“Be quick about it.” Razor girl says, pointing the blade at me as if that would be any form of deterrent.

I stumble to the bathroom. In truth, I really do need to piss. I need to piss so badly that now that I’m up, I can’t even think straight. I plonk myself down on the toilet. The stream of urine makes such a noise as it hits the pan, and I can’t help but let out a gasp of relief. My bladder cramps and protests with how full it is, and I rub my belly to try to ease the tension.

When I’m done, I take a few minutes to just think.

It’s two against one. I need to take out razor girl first, then sort out her buddy. But what if her buddy runs for help? What if she calls for help?

I almost laugh at that – I’ve been screaming for what must be hours and nobody has given a shit, have they? Either we’re in some part of the house where we can’t be heard, or no one cares enough to react.

But would they react to her calls? Would they be listening out in case I was causing trouble?

My mind starts to spin. I know I’m overthinking this but if I fuck this up then… no. I need to not think about that. I need to calm down and be rational.

“Are you done?”

I jump at the sharp voice coming through from the other room. I guess it’s now or never.

As I walk back in they’re both standing like they know exactly what I have planned. Razor Girl holds her arm out, silently threatening me while the other girl is standing blocking my path to the door.

Will she run out and call for help if I do something? Will Razor Girl actually cut me if I attack her?

We all stand, frozen, in some sort of Mexican standoff.

And the door opens.

My head turns with all the speed of a cornered animal, knowing that they’re about to be ripped to pieces.

Alex scans the room, his eyes darkening with anger. “What the fuck is this?” He snarls.

“She needed to pee.” The girl beside him says, but clearly she instantly regrets speaking and ducks her head as if that will make her invisible.

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