Capítulo 18: 19. She shot a person

The woody scent of his perfume was intoxicating, he smelled of man and shampoo. But today wasn't the day she would try to figure out which was his shampoo smell and which was his perfume smell, he had her in a death sentence.

"What did you fucking say bitch!" Ludwig squeezed her neck even more.

Tory gagged and struggled with the hands on her neck, he was sucking the air out of her and she might pass out soon. She couldn't get air into her lungs anymore, her eyes were flicking and her neck was hot and painful.

"Where are they?" He let her go seconds before she lost her air completely and passed out.

Tory dropped to the floor in dizziness, her head spinning, too weak to cough, she left her mouth wide open to get as much air and she could back into her body. Her wavy brown hair flying all around her face.

"As...askk Mar...Martin and Mmm....Marlow, they know."

The last night after Tory had been bought into the purple room, she fell asleep for a while in the cell, that was a she got her information. She heard a little girl's voice which she now knew was Delilah bringing her food, dry bread and water.

She wasn't an heavy sleeper and she heard the entire conversation through her sleep.

"Hey, what do you want kid?."

"I wanna give her food. Mary in the kitchen said to bring this to this cell room" Delilah answered, not in the least afraid of the two hefty men standing guard.

"Argh give it to me. Now leave!" One of the two guards snatched the plate from her hand.

Heavy locks clicked together and one of the guards went inside with the food. Tory heard his heavy footsteps.

"Careful Martin, she's one hell of a bitch, she could bite your head off faster than you could get your d out."

"She ain't gonna try any smart move. Almost tore her tiny hand apart in the car, I'd break it if she touches me" he said proudly.

"Ah" the other man laughed dryly. "I must admit she's something" he was staring at her sleeping face, "A little bit more than Angela."

"Shut up Marlow. Don't say that name, it'll make that asshole go mad" he dropped the food right in front of her breathing face. It took everything in her not to flinch or move.

The cell door began to close ones again just as one of their cell phones began to ring. She could feel the air tensing up and a throat being cleared.

"Yes boss."

"They don't suspect us..."

"...They're hidden safely..."

"....He knows the women are missing but he can't find them. Even his dick less assistant can't find them...."

She caught relevant sentences from his replies.

The shady replies was enough for her to know that those two guys weren't in the very least pure, they had something behind their hair. She honestly didn't know what it was exactly and she was hoping she wasn't wrong.

If she had been wrong, this lunatic would kill her but at least not now.

The names sounded unfamiliar to him, "Martin and Marlow" he didn't have time to socialize with the men he worked with and he knew very few of them by name, but Loan would know them certainly.

"What's your name, you!."

"T...To... Tory."

"Tory" the name wasn't as pretty as her, he thought. He brought out his cell phone and dialed Loan's number.

"Loan, meet me at... Argh" his phone conversation was cut short.

Tory had thought fast. Too fast. Maybe it was the need for freedom or the fear of dying in his hands that drove her, but she lunged at him and maneuvered the gun out of his hand. He has been distracted for a second and the next thing he knew she had pushed him back and she was pointed his gun at him.

He watched her. In Angela's dress, standing thin and shakily as she held the gun firmly between her thin fingers.

His lips spread to a grin. He has really underrated this thin girl. He watched as her breast lifted up and down as she struggled to breath. Her legs must still have bruises because she wasn't standing well, her footing was shaky.

"Gosh" he scoffed. The girl was something!. He could lunch at her and take the gun from her with breaking a sweat but he stood to watch her next move.

"Your hands are shaking. Have you ever killed before?" He asked like he was talking to his best friend.

"I'm willing to try" her voice came out weak and choky, "tell your men to let me go" she ordered.

"Wow" Ludwig breathed, "I thought you'd at least ask for food or something."

"Don't come any closer" she threatened as he moved, "I will shot you. Stay there!" She screaming shaking even more.

"Oh yeah?" he began to chuckle as he strode to her.

Tory closed her eyes and aimed the gun at his leg, she pulled the trigger.

Ludwig's chuckled was quickly turned into a yell as the bullet pierced through his shin. He dropped to the floor unable to keep his footing, "Bitch!" She had underated her again, he didn't think she could pull the trigger.

Breathing heavily and shaking like a leaf, she dropped her hands down still holding the guns, she was whimpering like a cat and her entire body was covered in sweat. She shot man!. She shot a person!.

Her freedom was close by, she couldn't let her conscience get to her now, she had to escape before anyone finds out.

"So....sorry..." She apologized crossing the groaning Ludwig on the floor. He was desperately holding on the wound on the floor, trying to stop himself from bleeding and groaning in pain.

Tory ran, although she felt weak and feeble. Her thin weak legs carried her. Adrenaline was flowing through her body giving her the motivation she needed. She had no idea what she was doing or where exactly to run to but she wanted to run out of the room.

"Where are we going Miss?" Some's wide chest blocked her path.