off when he sees his daughter-in-law’s predicament. “Well, I’ll be damned, the bitch has a nice rack on her boy!”
Mark smiles from ear to ear at Earl’s praise of his wife. “Thanks, Pa.”
“Well, let’s get this show on the road,” Earl says as he slaps his hands together.
“What? You can’t stay here,” Mark looks at his father as if he doesn’t recognize the man standing before him.
“To hell I can’t. This is my property and my tools.”
Mark, not wanting to go against his Pa, shrugs his shoulders and turns his back. His joy has just been shattered. He didn’t want to share this moment with anyone and now he has no choice. He bows his head and meets his father at the table as Leanna continues to cry out in pain.
Twenty Eight
There was no fighting Maryanne to stay home. The guys were only going to be able to get to Leanna so long as her overprotective, best friend tagged along. So, after their hearty meal, all four head out to Earl’s property.
The four of them make it to the property line of Earl Dickson in just thirty minutes. The property is typical of a hillbilly. There are rundown, rusted cars and trucks littering every square foot along with barrels of garbage and junk. How the hell can one live like this , James thinks to himself as they begin to weave in and out of the maze of stuff.
Maryanne ducks down beside a shell of a Ford Mustang from the sixties. “You see that building over there?” She points toward a building located just behind the main house on the property.
“Yeah,” all three men chime in at the same time.
“That’s what Earl refers to as the dungeon. If my suspicions are correct, that’s where Mark is keeping Leanna. That’s where Earl used to beat on Carla, his wife, and I’m sure crazy don’t fall far from the tree.”
“Ok, so, the three of us will go in and clear the building. We want you to wait here. Can you do that?” James says to Maryanne, praying that she doesn’t put up too much of a fight.
Maryanne purses her lips and thinks for a moment before responding. “I’ll wait here while you clear the building but,” she holds a stare at the three of them, especially Wyatt. “ But I will be going in as soon as it’s safe. Got it?” She eyes Wyatt.
James looks between the other two guys. Travis nods his head but Wyatt holds Maryanne’s gaze. James has never seen Wyatt so protective over anyone before. “Wyatt, either you agree or you stay back with Maryanne. The choice is yours, but I’m heading in to clear the building and get my woman out.”
James begins to trek toward the building while Travis follows behind. Wyatt follows behind Travis but not before giving Maryanne a piece of his mind. “You stay here and don’t move an inch until I come back and get you. Do we have an understanding?”
James heard Maryanne grumble something but was unable to make out what exactly. All he knew was that apparently what she said was good enough for Wyatt and the guys were heading into unknown territory.
Leanna’s animalistic scream pierces through the night air. The men halt in their spot and look toward each other. They begin hiking faster through the junk when they see the back door of the residence open and slam shut. A stubby, old man makes his way to the dreaded dungeon. Leanna’s screams continue to fill the night but the guys have to move slower now that it appears Mark isn’t alone.
“Ok, Wyatt, you take the back while Travis and I take the front,” James turns and lays out the plan of attack. Perspiration forms along his brow as he begins to make his way toward the front.
James peers in the window near the front entrance. Leanna’s chained to the ceiling by chains and cuffs. Her shirt is removed and there’s clamps on her breasts—her beautiful breasts. Mark and his dad, he assumes, are bickering by a table holding more torture equipment. Anger
Mark smiles from ear to ear at Earl’s praise of his wife. “Thanks, Pa.”
“Well, let’s get this show on the road,” Earl says as he slaps his hands together.
“What? You can’t stay here,” Mark looks at his father as if he doesn’t recognize the man standing before him.
“To hell I can’t. This is my property and my tools.”
Mark, not wanting to go against his Pa, shrugs his shoulders and turns his back. His joy has just been shattered. He didn’t want to share this moment with anyone and now he has no choice. He bows his head and meets his father at the table as Leanna continues to cry out in pain.
Twenty Eight
There was no fighting Maryanne to stay home. The guys were only going to be able to get to Leanna so long as her overprotective, best friend tagged along. So, after their hearty meal, all four head out to Earl’s property.
The four of them make it to the property line of Earl Dickson in just thirty minutes. The property is typical of a hillbilly. There are rundown, rusted cars and trucks littering every square foot along with barrels of garbage and junk. How the hell can one live like this , James thinks to himself as they begin to weave in and out of the maze of stuff.
Maryanne ducks down beside a shell of a Ford Mustang from the sixties. “You see that building over there?” She points toward a building located just behind the main house on the property.
“Yeah,” all three men chime in at the same time.
“That’s what Earl refers to as the dungeon. If my suspicions are correct, that’s where Mark is keeping Leanna. That’s where Earl used to beat on Carla, his wife, and I’m sure crazy don’t fall far from the tree.”
“Ok, so, the three of us will go in and clear the building. We want you to wait here. Can you do that?” James says to Maryanne, praying that she doesn’t put up too much of a fight.
Maryanne purses her lips and thinks for a moment before responding. “I’ll wait here while you clear the building but,” she holds a stare at the three of them, especially Wyatt. “ But I will be going in as soon as it’s safe. Got it?” She eyes Wyatt.
James looks between the other two guys. Travis nods his head but Wyatt holds Maryanne’s gaze. James has never seen Wyatt so protective over anyone before. “Wyatt, either you agree or you stay back with Maryanne. The choice is yours, but I’m heading in to clear the building and get my woman out.”
James begins to trek toward the building while Travis follows behind. Wyatt follows behind Travis but not before giving Maryanne a piece of his mind. “You stay here and don’t move an inch until I come back and get you. Do we have an understanding?”
James heard Maryanne grumble something but was unable to make out what exactly. All he knew was that apparently what she said was good enough for Wyatt and the guys were heading into unknown territory.
Leanna’s animalistic scream pierces through the night air. The men halt in their spot and look toward each other. They begin hiking faster through the junk when they see the back door of the residence open and slam shut. A stubby, old man makes his way to the dreaded dungeon. Leanna’s screams continue to fill the night but the guys have to move slower now that it appears Mark isn’t alone.
“Ok, Wyatt, you take the back while Travis and I take the front,” James turns and lays out the plan of attack. Perspiration forms along his brow as he begins to make his way toward the front.
James peers in the window near the front entrance. Leanna’s chained to the ceiling by chains and cuffs. Her shirt is removed and there’s clamps on her breasts—her beautiful breasts. Mark and his dad, he assumes, are bickering by a table holding more torture equipment. Anger
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