Her head snapped up to see Teddy leaning against his car with his arms crossed and a big grin on his face. She knew at that moment, she would have shot him if she had a gun.
“You fucking bastard.” She raised her hand to slap him, and he caught her arm and wrenched it behind her back, making her gasp in pain.
“No fucking whore slaps me.”
“I’m not a whore. You are.”
He gripped her face in a tight hold she knew would leave bruises.
“Listen up, whore. Right now, you belong to me.”
“The fuck I do,” Ella growled.
“Look around. Where’d your car go?”
She did and found the place empty. “You took my car?”
“Yes. I have everything of yours. Everything in your apartment is gone. Your car and your money.”
“Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?”
He snickered. “You were born.”
“What does that mean?”
“I hate women. You’re all whores and thieves. I decided to use you bitches to make a living years ago instead of just killing every one of you.”
Her mouth dropped open. He was a serial killer. Jesus, how badly could a person fuck up as much as she did? How had she not seen what a monster he was?
Teddy grabbed her arm and started pulling her toward the passenger side door of his car. She dug in her heels.
“No, I’m not going with you. You sick son of a bitch.”
He chuckled. “Do you ever want to get your things back?”
“I’ll get the police involved. They’re already looking for you.”
He grinned. “I wish them luck finding me. Now, get in.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Get in the fucking car, and I’ll tell you.”
“I won’t go with…” The air whooshed from her lungs.
He punched her in the stomach so hard she almost passed out. He then tossed her into the car and slammed the door closed. He got in, and she was still trying to regain her breath.
“Now we can chitchat,” he said.
“I will see you killed, and you’ll feel excruciating pain for the things you’ve done to all the other women and me.”
“There is nothing you can do, so shut the fuck up. You’ll work for me until you pay off what you owe me.”
“What the fuck do I owe you?”
“If you want your car and things back, you owe me $3,000.”
Ella’s brain skipped around. All she had to do was get her money from the bank and leave. It didn’t come in for two weeks, and she maybe had twenty dollars in her purse at the moment. She could try to get in touch with one of her employers and see if they could help her, but she noticed he had grabbed her purse behind his seat. There was no way he wouldn’t try to stop her, and she was still recovering from his last punch.