Page 89 of Fighting Temptation (Men of Honor 1)
We’re silent for a moment with our thoughts, “They’re going to try turning us against each other,” I say quietly.
“Ya and they’re going to use Faith to do it,” Cade says through clenched teeth. “Fuck! I’m going to kill them, every last one of them. We don’t leave here until they’re all fucking dead,” Cade’s rage starts fueling my own.
“What’s most important is getting Anna and Faith out of here. That comes even before killing them. And we need to take Irina too.”
Sawyer always the sensible one.
Sure enough less than an hour later heavy boot falls make their way down the hall to us. In the week, anytime we heard this sound, pain and torture always followed.
Not this time.
A complete calmness settles over me, one that leaves me cold and detached from my body. One where I don’t feel human but like a machine.
“Where are you taking me?” A female voice breaks through the air, thick with tears, but filled with strength. I’m assuming this is Faith.
Only four out of the six guys enter our cell. Two of them on either side of a slender woman that’s dressed in a long black silk nightgown. Bruises mar every inch of bare skin that shows, including her face.
“Oh my god, Cade!? Oh god, oh no!” She rips away from the two bastards that have a hold of her and runs to Cade. Sinking to her knees in front of him she wraps her arms around his neck, “Oh no! I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry Cade!” she sobs hysterically into him.
Why the fuck is she sorry?
“Not so fast bitch.” One of the assholes who helped drag her in grabs her by the hair and pulls her away from Cade.
“Ahhh! No! Let go of me!” she screams, kicking and fighting.
The guy turns her around and back-hands her across the face, knocking her to the ground.
Shit!
A pained roar rips through the air, ricocheting off the walls, “I’m going to fucking kill you, every single one of you mother fuckers.”
Shit! Shit! Shit! Cade needs to keep his cool.
The son of a bitch starts laughing, “Is that so soldier?” The one whose nose I broke gets closer to Cade, “I can’t wait till you see what I have in store for you,” then he leans down getting in Cade’s face, “I’m going to fucking break you.”
Cade goes completely calm, “You can’t break something that’s already broken.”
Jesus Christ! What the fuck is he doing?
“We’re not soldiers you fucking idiot, how many times do we have to tell you assholes that? We’re N-a-v-y S-e-a-l-s.” Sawyer says as if speaking to a child. Most people would think he was an idiot for taunting these fuckers while we’re still chained but I know he’s trying to deflect their attention from Cade.
The fat bastard walks over to Sawyer and sends a blow to the center of his chest with his baton. Other than the slight flinch, and his chest heaving to pull in a breath, Sawyer makes no sound.
“Navy Seals. Soldiers,” the dick spats the words out, “they’re all the same, you all live and breathe your honor. Well boys, we’re going to see just what it will take for you to break your so-called honor.” He turns to the men behind him, “Set her up,” he barks out.
Two of the men grab Faith again holding her up but keeping her kneeling on the ground. The bastard walks up and leans down to her face. Faith stares back at him with her gaze narrowed, defiance raging in her eyes.
Glad to see the fuckers haven’t broken her completely.
“We’re going to have some fun with this man you seem so smitten with. Maybe you can show him some of the new tricks we have taught you.” He straightens and looks over at Cade, “Did you know soldier, that many of us have fucked her?”
Oh fuck!
“Tied her to a bed and fucked her while she begged us not to. And after we fucked her she got to choke on our dicks.”
All the perverted fucks start laughing. Crying, Faith hangs her head, as if ashamed. Jesus, my heart clenches with rage and pain. I can only imagine what Cade’s feeling right now.
“Akram! Get the Soldier ready.”
The one referred to as Akram walks nervously over to Cade. Shit! Please let him keep his cool. He keeps Cade’s wrists chained, but unlocks them from the steel in the wall and drags him over to the other end of the cell. He sets him up the same way Faith is, holding him up while on his knees. Then taking his baton he starts beating the living shit out of him.
“No stop! Oh God, please stop!” Faith’s cries echo through the stale air that reins with rage, fear and death.
Finally the fucker tires out. Other than Cade panting for breath he stays calm and still.
The fat one that’s calling the orders walks over relieving a guard from Faith’s side and takes up his position. Then he points to me, “Grab that one first. The one who broke my nose.” He smirks at me, “I told you, you would pay for that.”
The guy comes and unlocks me the same way he did Cade, keeping my wrists chained. I make it difficult for him to pull me, letting him think I’m weaker than I am. I keep my body lax and my heart rate slow and even; waiting for the right moment to strike.
The guard positions me in front of Cade so I’m standing over him. Then the asshole who’s calling the orders asks, “Tell me soldier, would you ever turn on a fellow brother?”
I keep silent while trying to figure out what exactly his plans is.
CRACK!
Oh mother fucker, that hurt.
The bastard next to me sends a blow to my spine, making my legs give out from underneath me.
I grind my teeth and try to breathe through the pain. “Get up!” the asshole yanks me back to my feet, “now answer Allah.”
Allah? The dickhead named himself God?
I shake my head and answer, “No.”
