“He who?”
“Her worst monster. Follow me.”
She pulled out her weapon, headed in that direction and slipped down the stairs, Sloan covering her back. Once at the bottom, he reached for Kean’s baseball bat standing up in the corner. With hand movements, she pointed him to the opposite hallway. He nodded and slunk off in the other direction.
Screams changed to whimpers and then pleas. “No. Stop it. You don’t own me, Roger.”
Another slap rang out. “You’re mine, Sara. And you’ll do exactly as I tell you to do. I treated you good, tramp. And this is how you repay me – running away, hiding, making me search for you? Well, little girl, here’s the proof that I own you. I’m gonna let my friend Joey here teach you a lesson.”
Alia watched from around the rec room door as Roger’s phone rang and he lifted it to his ear with his left hand, while still gripping Sara’s hair with the other. His foot was pressed on her chest, holding her in place. “Yeah, boss. We’ve got her. Joey’s taming the little bitch and she’ll be ready for your party. Okay, you know where we are. Come meet us and we’ll pass her over.” He slipped the phone into his shirt pocket, shared an evil grin with his partner and gave him a go-ahead nod.
Alia entered unseen. Both hands were on a gun that never wavered. She saw there were two men, Roger, and another who she didn’t recognize but had to be the aforementioned Joey.
The sicko worked feverishly to undo his pants and a look of excitement colored his ugly, scabby face. He’d straddled the now struggling Sara, ripping at her clothes like a starving animal that’d been promised a feast. When she tried to scramble away, he raised his fist.
“You touch her just once more, Joey, you piece of shit, and I’ll shoot off your pecker first and then your ugly face. And you, Roger, you look surprised? You figure Sara has no one who cares?”
Sara pushed away from Joey and, covering her naked chest with the pieces of her blouse, she crawled quickly toward Alia.
“It’s you again, you annoying bitch. You made me run all over the fucking place to get my merchandise back. This time it’s not going to be so easy for you to get her away from me.”
Roger had stood sideways to Alia, but when he turned, she saw the gun he’d concealed by his leg that was now aimed in her direction.