Pulling away Coop told him, “Let’s find this fuckwad and bring our girl home where she will fucking stay.” He laughed out because she kept telling them they couldn’t make her stay anywhere she didn’t want to. Emily was quirky, he thought. She loved to push their buttons at every opportunity.
Walking back into the office where Creed and Linc were currently running through every favor they had, Creed looked up and smirked knowing he’d lost his cool and had needed time to get the pussy out of his system. Nodding at the question in his eyes, Creed said, “Good ‘cause I think we got something.” The evil smile on his face told them he had more than something.
Perking up at that news, they both walked closer to the laptops they were currently bent over and poring through documents when Nate and Ty showed up. “What the fuck have we got?” Nate boomed out.
“Calm your tits, dude, we got a lead. We’ll get the girls back,” Linc told him distractedly. Not even looking up or shifting position.
“You got something, Linc?” Ty asked leaning in closer to see what had him so engrossed.
Jumping up a few minutes later, his head nearly collided with Ty’s chin as he ran over to check something on the map they had hung up in the office in Dane’s house.
After a few more minutes of him tracing lines in between looking at the paper in his hand that he had scribbled something on, he shouted, “Bingo! Grab your toys, boys, we got some hunting to do!”
“Where? And who?” Ty asked sounding confused.
“That guy, Henry Stubbs, he wasn’t the only one sniffing around Em. He was just less obvious about it. He hacked Henry’s computer and I found the trace. Stupid fool had no idea. His name is Adam Dover, and it seems he’s quite obsessed with your girl. Best I can tell, he found her through her designs and stalked her at her local library. She might not have been working under her real name, but she has a signature way she works.”
Seeming to lose his patience, Coop growled out low and deadly. “Where the fuck are the girls?”
“I managed to find an old property in Bay City, off the Colorado River, in Stubbs’ mother’s maiden name. I’m willing to bet the farm
that’s why he brought Stubbs to Roswell and where he’s taken the girls.” Linc looked at them with complete confidence, so Dane was willing to trust his judgment. For now.
Going to the basement where he kept his weapons along with Coop’s, Dane grabbed his semi-automatic SR-25 sniper rifle, 3 grenades, and 2 handguns, both 9mm Walther P99 German semi-automatics. Putting them in a duffle bag, he watched as Coop grabbed his favorite knife, the Federal Super, a tactical knife that he never left home without for a mission. Strapping the sheath to his thigh he continued to grab his Israeli Jericho pistols, sliding them in his shoulder holsters, grabbing a few extra clips and a small hand launcher aptly named, The Thor. It was compact but held quite the boom. Raising his eyebrow in question, Coop smirked and shrugged a shoulder before placing it in the duffle bag and grabbing a bulletproof vest, tossing one at Dane and putting another on. They made their way upstairs and out the front door, meeting everyone at the trucks.
“Alright kiddies, let’s get this show on the road!” Linc exclaimed before climbing in the passenger side of Creed’s truck.
Getting in their own vehicle, with Nate and Ty in tow and following behind Creed and Linc, they started the nearly three-hour drive to Bay City in the hopes of finding Emily and Kennedy intact.
Looking up from the pool of blood on the floor, Emily was terrified of what the scene before her would look like. There was so much blood it was soaking into the hardwood and sprayed about everywhere. Finally getting the courage to look up and around, she was more than shocked at what she saw. Kenny was chained to the wall, naked, with blood dripping from the underside of her breasts and thighs. She had passed out. Her gorgeous red hair was caked with more blood in stringy knots around her head. She was covered in bruises from top to bottom. You could hardly tell it was even her.
What was even more shocking was the fact that there was another woman in the room, just standing there with an evil smirk on her face. She was tall, maybe 5’9”? She could have been beautiful, but the hatred and evilness on her face made her ugly. “Ah, the golden child arrives, I see.” She snorted.
“What did you do to her?” She tried to keep her voice strong, but it cracked at the end.
Looking at Kennedy with such hatred, Emily was taken aback by it. They didn’t know these people, and how could they hate them so much to do this? “She’s a feisty one, I like that. But unlike the usual, I’m not allowed to touch you. My husband wants you all to himself, so he brought her for me,” she said with a sick smile on her face and lust in her eyes.
She’s getting off on this? Emily thought, disgustedly.
Walking closer to her, the woman bent down and gently grabbed her chin, lifting her face up before saying, “Do you know who I am, sweetness?” At her negative shake, she continued. “The Gypsy Butcher, baby.” She purred and it took Emily a minute before the name registered. The serial killer that had been murdering and raping woman all across the eastern and central seaboard for years. Looking to Kenny again to make sure she was still breathing, the woman continued. “The news is one-sided. They think men are always the evil ones. They underestimate us women all too often. You see, I get off on cutting women up, watching their skin split open and blood spill.” She shivered in pleasure. “It’s unlike any high I’ve ever experienced. And Adam? Oh, sweet Adam, he loves coating his cock in their blood, seeing the fear in their eyes; his bloodlust is almost as potent as mine.” Looking back at her, Emily was repulsed by the pleasure on her face. “He just doesn’t have it in him to kill. So I make them bleed, he rapes them, and then I butcher the bodies limb from limb. I enjoy hearing bones break; the screams alone are something I could bathe in if it were possible. But for now, I’m enjoying this sweet young woman. She’s feisty and strong. But I think I might be able to get further with her if you’re in here. You see, she keeps begging me to leave you alone, and I’m betting you’ll do the same.” She smirked at the fear on her face.
News flashes of the gruesome murders this woman has committed ran through her mind. Emily tried her best not to vomit right then. Struggling to stand upright with her hands and feet still tied, she met the woman’s eyes with so much fury running through her veins she felt like she would explode. “What is so wrong with your brain that you think this is ok? That torturing women and letting that piece of shit you call a husband rape them? What has to be so wrong with you two that you can’t see just how disgusting you both are?” She snarled out with much more bravado than she felt. She just wanted to get any and all attention off of Kenny.
When she started laughing at Emily’s angry questions, she knew she hadn’t affected the woman’s mind the way she had wanted to. “What do you think you’re going to accomplish by insulting me, you little whore? You’re both dying no matter you say or do, but honey? Listen and listen well— the more you fight me, the worse I’ll make it for your little friend,” she said nodding to Kennedy’s still passed out form hanging from chains on the wall.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Emily tried to think of something, anything to get them out of this alive. Her mind was blanked out in fear. For herself. For Kennedy. For their families when they found them dead. I’m so sorry Dane and Coop were her last thought before something hard hit her on the back of the head, knocking her unconscious.
Screams slowly pulled Emily out of her unconscious state. The torment she heard in them made her want to vomit. Opening her eyes gradually, she took a look around her, seeing she was in the same room. Only this time, she was chained to the wall the same as Kenny had been.
Oh God, the screaming. Kenny!
Panic was quick to take hold of her body, making her head swim even more. Focusing was difficult, her eyes wouldn’t center on any one thing. Tilting her head over, she saw Kenny.
What she saw was an image that would be forever ingrained in her memory. “Kenny…” She sobbed out.
She was laid out on a cheap wood table with her hands and legs chained down to each leg of it, naked and covered in blood. It was like a scene out of American Horror Story. She might have been naked but she was covered in her own blood; there was so much on her, the table, the floor.
It was everywhere.