Page 75 of Like Fathers, Like Son
THOSE CUTS DOWN MY thigh were burning, and the scream that tore from my throat literally made it ache, like I’d been screaming for hours. Had I been screaming for hours? How long had I been here? Days? Weeks? Was I ever not here?
“Remember, when I fuck you with the knife, scream as loud as you can. I know a whore like you wants it, but I promise it’ll hurt more than you can even imagine.”
He was… he was going to plunge the knife in…in there… like I wasn’t already bleeding from so many cuts and wounds. He’d kept them shallow so they’d bleed slowly, so he could keep me alive as long as possible. That wasn’t me making an assumption.
He’d actually made sure to tell me exactly what he was doing, and why. How much he was enjoying my pain. How good my blood tasted, and how it would keep him young and strong. It was like he thought he was some kind of vampire, or something.
I was starting to realise that Blaze’s version of insanity was nothing like this man’s. Blaze had wanted to punish me for what he thought I’d done, but once he realised he was wrong, he’d changed.
He’d tried, he’d tried to be good and kind to me, because he wanted me to stay with him. I wished he could find me before this monster killed me. I’d go anywhere with Blaze to escape this. Anywhere.
Save me, Blaze, please save me!
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Blaze
Foralongmoment,I froze just outside the room he had her in. The guy was making these threats about knife-fucking her, and I could hear her terror in the panicked gasps she made, even though she didn’t beg him not to.
She didn’t speak at all, or try to convince him otherwise. Was she just being brave, or had she given up? Was she so defeated that she’d stopped trying to survive? Had he already hurt our baby?
These thoughts tormented me as I stood rooted to the spot. It wasn’t fear holding me back, it was a split second of peering into the room, taking in the dimensions, their positioning, and plotting out a plan of attack.
If I wasn’t careful, I could inadvertently force him to hurt her more with my actions.Step one, take him down fast.Step two, make sure he doesn’t get up again.Step three, check on my family, and make them safe. Only then would I allow myself to indulge in the pleasure of step four.Step fourwould be slowly dismembering the fucker, while he was still breathing and conscious, for as long as possible.
I ducked low and carefully eased into the room, listening to him taunting Anneka with his empty threats. He didn’t know they were empty threats yet, but he was about to find out.
I drew my trusty pocket knife out and unfolded it as I approached him, getting close enough to reach my arm around, and press it right against his fucking dick. The way he froze, and sucked in a shocked breath, was beautiful. Perfect, because it was his time to feel pain, and fear, and that knowledge of his impending death.
“The fuck,” he hissed, still frozen with his arm out, and the knife trembling in it.
“Drop the knife, assfucker.”When he hesitated, I pressed the knife harder against his pathetic little cock, and dragged him back, with one hand wrapped around his belt. He tried to catch me by surprise, lunging back at me, and we both hit the concrete floor, with him on top of me, and my knife now buried about an inch into his thigh.
“Shit!”
“Didn’t think that one through, did you?” I wiggled the knife and used his pained distraction to roll us to the side, and then I slammed his face against the concrete once, twice, three times until he fell silent. I kicked his knife across the room, and pushed up to my feet.
I kicked him hard in the face, and then I crouched by his feet and pushed up his jeans to bare his ankles. With a savage grin, I sliced through his Achilles tendons, effectively crippling his legs so he couldn’t escape.
“Blaze?” I grinned at the reminder that my dads were listening, and probably heard me take that fucker out.
“It’s okay, dads, the bastard is down. Gimme five, yeah?” I ended the call as I turned to check on my girl. She was cuffed to a fucking table, and whimpering like a terrified child, shuddering, bloody, and with her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
“Anneka?” She started to cry softly, but she still wouldn’t open her eyes and look at me.
“Hey, Anneka, come on, babe, it’s me.” I stroked her cheek and she flinched away from my touch. It pissed me off, because I thought we’d moved past all that shit, but then I realised she was mumbling something so softly that I had to lean closer to hear her.
“Save me, Blaze, save me, Blaze, save me, Blaze…”All at once, I realised that she was barely even in the fucking room with me, so traumatised that she was caught up in some panicked state that probably didn’t even register that she was safe now.
I searched that fucker’s pockets for the keys for the cuffs, and worked on freeing her from the restraints that bastard had her trapped with.
Even when they were removed, she didn’t move, just kinda curled in on herself, like she was beyond comprehending her freedom right now. With a frustrated sigh, I tucked my arms under her and lifted her away from the table, and hugged her against my chest.
“You’re safe, Anneka. It’s me, and I’m right here, you just have to open your eyes and see me.”
She buried her face in my chest, taking deep breaths, even as she whispered her response.
“He’s going to kill me. He’s a killer. He kills women and I’m next.”
