Chapter 15: "Desperate Measures for Desperate Times!"
Survival makes you lose the sense of right and wrong and all you want to do is survive, even if you end up being a despicable human.
After some time, I was able to tear apart the gag in her mouth, with the help of the pen. Soon the gag was loose enough to fall down, she immediately thanked me and began working with the ropes on my wrists, using the pen in the same way I had, finally my ropes were loose enough that I slid my hands through them.
Afterward, it was easy enough. As I advanced to the girl closest to me my heart dropped to my stomach as I heard voices near the van.
Oh no! our captives had arrived finally. I immediately ran back and tied the gag back on the girl's face and sat back in my place, hiding my hands behind my back as if they were tied.
None of the girls objected to my actions and smartly played on with my plan. An obviously drunk man came in with Micheal and the cold look on Mike's face was answer enough that he wasn't here to rescue us.
I asked Micheal what the hell was going on and he laughed like a maniac and growled:
"My Darling what does it look like I am doing, obviously I am selling you to the highest bidder in the strip club, they import precious slaved beauties all around the world."
The man standing next to him said: "Oh yes we are going to be super rich as we had such luck in capturing the beautiful Angel, daughter of Mr. Billionaire who lives in Florida."
My blood boiled in my veins but at the same time, my heart sank in my chest. My first love had betrayed me and had stabbed me in the back, but it wasn't the time to moan over all that, I had to free these before they meet a fate no one should, but in order to do that we needed a strategy otherwise, we might end up dead or even worse.
A girl slightly older than me signed me not to act unless Mike had left as he was much more dangerous than the drunk guy. Obviously, a drunk guy is easier to fool than a man whose senses are perfectly alert.
So I waited patiently, and after stripping all my valuable jewelry he left, satisfied.
And the drunk man was standing in the van, he slowed approached the girl next to me after Mike left. It seemed that he had a personal grudge against her and wanted to torture her as much as he could before she was sold away.
As he held her chin harshly and jerked her closer to his face, she bared her teeth at him showing pure hatred.
A girl kicked him, despite her bound legs, and he landed in my lap crushing me. As he roared and tried to get back up, another kick landed on his back. As he forced himself to stand up and turned around to teach the girl a lesson, who had kicked him twice. I didn't know but something roared alive inside me and made me stab the Inkpen in his left eye.
As I applied all the force I had inside and jerked the pen out, leaving his eye a bloody mess. I'd rather not go into the details of the brutality I had done. My hands shook as I held the blood-soaked pen.
He roared like a mad elephant, and he had every right to scream like hell as I had taken one of the irreplaceable organs. He finally got a hold of himself and landed a punch in my jawbone. My teeth sang and my lips burned in agony. Blood escaped from my lower lip and a nosebleed occurred.
As he aimed for the second strike I dodged it just in time. The van was a large one so I ran around and he charged like a bull after me. The girls wanted to help me but couldn't.
A girl mumbled:
"The fire extinguisher!"
As I whirled around to find one hanging just above my head. I steadied my breathing and braced myself for a hit, in case I missed.
I put all my strength and swung the large metal container, landing it on his head, making him collapse apart. Blood soaked his blond hair and for the final blow that would steal his consciousness away, I landed a kick on his head, the heels making it more effective. I was ready to land the fire extinguisher on him again but thankfully he had passed out.
So I had officially attempted my first assault on a man. Now I felt comfortable slitting the throats of the damned.
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