Page 32 of Wild Temple
"Give me a hand," I hissed at Rafi.
He grabbed one end of the big ogre, and I grabbed the other. Carried him down the hallway to room number four. I pushed open the door and peered inside.
The gorgeous blonde lay sprawled on the bed, completely out of it. She didn't even respond when we carried the big guy into the room.
The bed was a vinyl mat for easy cleanup. There wasn't much in the way of furnishings in the room—a chair, a dresser with some accessories, a mirror over the bed. There were sex toys, handcuffs, whips, ball gags, and other accessories on top of the dresser, along with hand sanitizer and sanitary wipes. All the bleach in the world couldn't sanitize this place.
I grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the dresser and secured the goon to the bed frame. The blonde stirred, and I moved to her side. Her eyes were closed, and I gently tapped her cheek. I hissed, "Kelsey! Kelsey, wake up."
She peeled open her droopy eyes and stared at me with confusion, her brow knitted.
I flashed my shiny gold badge. Not that it meant much, but perhaps it would be reassuring. "I'm Tyson Wild. I'm going to get you out of here."
Rafi stood in the doorway, keeping watch. "This bad. This very bad."
There was no way I was just going to walk out of here with Kelsey. I wouldn’t make it past the main lounge.
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Kelsey was pretty much a zombie at this point. I showed her pictures of Hannah and Isabella, but it just didn't register.
I sprang to my feet and moved to the doorway, peering down the hallway. It was still clear. The muffled sound of abuse emanating from another room drifted down the hallway, boiling my veins.
I moved across the hall to the sound of the commotion. I tried the handle, but the door was locked from the inside. A swift kick splintered the doorjamb, and the door flung wide. It swung around, and the doorknob put a hole in the sheetrock.
A hairy ogre pounded a helpless girl. He craned his neck over his shoulder and scowled at me. I could have done without seeing that guy in his sweaty birthday suit.
"What the fuck!? My time’s not up.”
With a face full of rage, I grabbed the guy by the hair and pulled him off the girl, throwing him into the wall.
The whole place rumbled.
I put a heavy fist into his flabby belly, which doubled him over. I grabbed the back of his skull and smashed his face into my knee, shattering his nose. Blood spewed. He staggered against the wall and fell to the floor with a thud.
The girl was non-responsive.
I felt for a pulse in her neck. It was barely there, and her breathing was shallow. They had given her too much heroin, and it had slowed her respiration. The big ogre smothering her hadn’t helped anything.
The blip of life soon faded under my fingertips.
Respiration stopped.
I started chest compressions, trying to revive her. The palm of my hands thumped against her sternum, the old mattress squeaking.
Nothing worked. She lay on the bed lifeless.
I needed Narcan and scavenged the room for it, hoping someone had the presence of mind to keep it around. You’d think these people would take better care of the merchandise, but they had no regard for human life.
I resumed compressions and rescue breaths. To my surprise, she gasped a breath and her eyes fluttered.
A wave of relief washed over me. “We’re going to get you some help. Stay with me.”
I grabbed a robe from the floor, covered her, and scooped her up. I carried her across the hall, set her on the bed beside Kelsey, and told Rafi to look after her. “Make sure she keeps breathing. Do you know CPR?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Rafi assured.
He didn’t know CPR.
