The moment he opened his mouth, Kenna squeezed a gush of water into his mouth. He coughed, choking the sleeping pill-laced liquid down. Not giving him a chance to lock his jaw again, she shoved the opening of the bottle in his mouth and tipped another gulp down his throat.
“That should be good enough to make him a more pliable victim,” I said. It probably wouldn’t knock him fully out, particularly if his adrenaline was pumping. I thought. I mean, I wasn’t a doctor, but Angie had used these on more than one occasion when she had a rough night. Combined with alcohol, it put her into a dead sleep.
Kenna took a few steps back away from Carter and sat in the grass. He was still coughing, water dripping from his chin. She reached for her duffel and took out one of her paint cans. The ball bearing inside rattled as she shook it. “How long do you think we have?”
I dropped beside her, resting my elbows on top of my knees. “Not much.” Brock would figure out I was gone eventually, and when he did, it would be only a matter of time before he showed up. I was surprised my detail hadn’t followed me tonight. Perhaps he had set hours or fell asleep in his car.
Kenna’s shoulder lightly bumped mine. “Is it weird that this is the most time we’ve spent alone together?”
“Probably,” I agreed, lifting my face to the stars. “But no one else has been through the shit we have. I think it’s kind of poetic.”
She wrenched off the cap on the spray can. “I do too.”
“The heart-to-heart is really warming,” Carter interrupted. “It’s giving me time to contemplate all the ways I’m going to get you back.”
I shook my head. “Revenge is a bitter pill. Just take it. Don’t be a coward for once in your life.”
A few minutes passed, and Carter’s eyelids began to droop, the drugs finally doing their job. I stood up, brushing the grass off me. “Help me get these off him.”
Kenna stood, and we each grabbed the end of a pant leg. “Are you sure we want him naked? The idea of seeing his dick again is giving me hives.”
“I’d never seen it, and I’m getting those same hives. Close your eyes,” I suggested.
Braver than I would have been in her situation, she kept her eyes open as we yanked together in one quick jerk, pulling off Carter’s sweats. I groaned. Fuck. I wished I had closed my eyes. This was an image I didn’t want to retain but somehow suspected it would be a memory I’d never forget.
Kenna stared down at him and blinked. “Why am I not surprised that he isn’t wearing boxers.”
The bastard was hard.
His lips curved into a smug smirk. “Quick access, baby. You never know when you’re going to need it.”
I swore, if he had access to his hands, he would have grabbed himself proudly.
“I’ve never seen an uglier dick in my life,” I gagged.
Swiping the discarded switchblade off the grass, Kenna held the blade against his dick. Despite being tired, Carter’s blue eyes widened at the sight of something sharp so close to his precious junk. “I could cut this off so you can’t ever fuck another girl again.”
“Whoa!” He tried to squirm away, but with the pole at his back, there was nowhere to go without risking the sensitive part of his manhood being nicked. “What do you want? A fucking apology? Fine, I’m sorry,” he blurted, sounding anything but sincere.
Kenna laughed. “You’re sorry. You ruined my life, and all you have to say is a pathetic sorry. Go fuck yourself, Carter. I don’t want your apology.”
“This isn’t funny anymore.” Was that true panic in his voice?
“It was never meant to be funny,” I replied. “Raping someone isn’t funny. Kidnapping isn’t funny. Having your father protect you isn’t funny.”
“Do you want me on my knees? Whatever. I’ll do it.” How quickly he changed his tune from threatening to begging for mercy.
“Did you stop when I asked you to? When I was crying? When I was begging you to get off me?” Kenna’s chest heaved, and I wondered if this was somehow therapeutic for her.
We had no mercy. When you push someone as far as Carter had pushed Kenna and me, you couldn’t expect sympathy, not when so much pain, hurt, and fury fueled our veins.
“You wanted it,” he sneered.
The laugh that bubbled out of me was deranged. “If you truly believe that, then you need help more than I do.”
“You’re fucking pathetic,” she spat, a look of loathing scrunching her features.
“I have to agree. We definitely need to document this moment. Don’t you agree?” I pulled out my phone and opened up my camera feature. Snapping a pic of him, I made sure to keep any part of Kenna out of the frame, except for her arm, which still held the knife close to his dick.