Chapter Twenty-Two
Itore my lips from Carter’s, shoving at his chest as the sharp buzzing of electricity hummed through the night, a sound that had my body jumping. It wasn’t surprise that jerked within me, but interest. I’d never actually seen anyone tased before.
“What the f—?” Carter went pale.
Kenna stuck the pen against Carter’s neck before he realized what was happening. His large form convulsed, spasming like something from a cartoon. I could have yelledTIMBERas his body went ramrod straight and planked to the ground.
The twitching didn’t stop, not for another few seconds, but that was all I needed to dish out round two of Carter’s punishment. With a slight tremble in my hand that could have been fear or excitement, I pulled out the Mace from my pocket and shot Carter in the eyes, giving each one a long spray.
Taking a step back, I smeared the cuff of my hoodie over my mouth.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, that was disgusting.I wanted to puke. I spat multiple times, trying to get the nasty taste of him off my lips. Not even scrubbing my hand over my mouth rid me of his vileness.
Kenna stepped out from behind the light post, the taser pen still in her hand. A gust of wind tore through the field, blowing Kenna’s hood off her head. “Holy shit! That was amazing.” Her eyes were bright as she stared down at Carter.
I had a different reaction, but to each their own. “It was something,” I retorted. “Quick, get the rope. We need to tie him up before he realizes what is happening.” I didn’t know for how long exactly Carter would be disorientated, but better to move fast than to take chances.
“I just need to do one thing first.” She pulled back her foot and kicked Carter in the groin.
He had been moaning and crying before, and now Kenna left him gasping for air. His body tried to curl up into fetal position, but he didn’t have full function of his muscles, leaving him flopping on the ground like a fish out of water.
“That’s for raping me, asshole,” Kenna spat, and then literally spat on him. “And trust me, it’s not enough.” It would never be enough. No matter how much either of us hurt Carter, it wouldn’t erase the mental scars. They might lighten as the years went by, but some marks were permanent.
“Are you done?” I asked.
“Not by a long shot,” she replied, but opened my backpack and dug out the rope.
“Help me grab his hands,” I directed, pocketing the Mace. I wanted it close by in case I needed to give him another shot or two.
Kenna flipped the rope around her neck and crouched down, snatching one of Carter’s wrists, while I grabbed the other. Upon contact, I could feel little convulsions of his muscles. Together, we dragged Carter over to the light post. It was thick and sturdy as shit. The only way Carter would get himself out of this mess was if he managed to untie the knots. A possibility, but a risk we’d have to take. Kenna and I would be long gone by then, but it would put a dent in my plan if he got loose.
“Why the fuck is he so damn heavy?” Kenna panted as we both struggled to haul Carter just a few feet.
“Muscle. This would be so much easier if he laid off the gym and ate Twinkies all day,” I groaned, tugging with all my strength. My muscles strained against the weight of Carter.
“No shit,” she agreed.
We positioned him just past the metal pole, maneuvering his arms around it. Kenna bent down and began to wrap the rope intricately over and under his wrists, looping it, again and again, creating some kind of confusing knot.
Impressed, I asked, “Where did you learn to do that?”
“My—our dad,” she corrected, keeping her concentration on the ropes as she finished binding Carter’s hands to the pole. “We sailed a ton growing up.”
“Makes sense. What about his feet? Think we should tie those up as well?”
Carter’s chin dropped to his chest. “Too bad we don’t have any handcuffs,” she commented, scooting away from him.
I frowned at him. “Trust me, I thought about it. Couldn’t score any without raising questions.” I’d been joking earlier when I said I had handcuffs in my bag.
Straightening, she brushed her hands together. “This will have to do, but I think it might be more interesting if he can stand up. What do you think?”
I pursed my lips. “Hmm, you make a good point. We’ll leave his feet unbound.”
Carter began to seem more lucid. His eyes were still squeezed shut, and it might be some time before he could open them without a burning sensation. The area around his eyes flamed in irritation. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he croaked.
“Having a little fun,” Kenna murmured near his ear. “Isn’t that what you said to me?”
My heart did a jagged thump in my chest. That was just something sick and twisted Carter would say.
“I’m glad you didn’t lose consciousness. This wouldn’t be as satisfying if you had,” she said, slapping him on the cheek.