like steel cords, and he broke into a run, sprinting through the jungle, taking her toward José. "Stop, Luther," she shouted. "Let me go!"
He didn't even slow, and he didn't loosen his grip. Of course he wouldn't. Luther was as ruthless as the rest of them, almost like an automaton following José's orders. There was no humanity in him. No mercy. "I'm not his," she screamed as she slammed her elbow into the base of his skull. It was the only place she could reach, and he stumbled. She hit him again, and then he grabbed her hair, jerking so hard to the side that her neck felt like it was going to snap in half.
A scream leaked from her throat, and she grabbed at her hair, trying to stop the pain. Tears pricked her eyes as she fought to stay conscious. And still, he pulled harder, each step he took twisting her body even more painfully. She knew she was going to pass out, or he was going to break her neck, whichever one came first. He wouldn't let go until he had her at his mercy.
Tears burned in her eyes, and she summoned self-discipline she hadn't had to call upon since she'd escaped from José the first time. Willing herself not to feel the pain, she let her hand drop from his, and forced her body to go completely limp. The pain was extraordinary, but she closed her eyes, willing her mind to that place she used to go when she didn't want to experience what was happening to her. For an excruciating moment, the pain became almost too much to bear, and then suddenly Luther relaxed his grip on her, apparently concluding that she'd passed out.
He waited another moment, as if to be certain she wasn't faking it, and then he let go of her hair entirely. Her head flopped back toward where it was supposed to be, mercifully taking the pressure off her neck. She forced herself to stay relaxed, and let her head bounce against his bare back. She felt his sweat against her cheek, and the scent of man seemed to rise all around her. The heat from his body burned through her clothes everywhere she touched him, and she wanted to throw up at the feel of a man's body against hers. Her instincts were screaming at her to fight, but she knew her only chance to escape was to be patient. She would have one opportunity, and he had to be completely unprepared for her to make a break for it.
As each step took them closer and closer to José, bile built in her throat. Somehow, she forced herself to stay limp, making her body as heavy as she could as he ran. With each step, she let her arms bounce further down his back, allowing her body to slide just a little lower, so subtly he would think it was nothing but gravity at work on an unconscious woman.
She felt his muscles relax even further as he turned his attention to where he was going, no longer worrying about restraining her. He leapt over a fallen tree trunk with ease, a brutal reminder of just how physically dominating José's warriors were. He landed easily, but that slight jarring was just enough to make her slide in his relaxed and slightly sweaty arms, giving her the extra two inches she needed. She moved instantly, slamming her hand between his legs. The camouflage pants he wore gave him no protection as she grabbed his balls and twisted violently, mercilessly attacking the only vulnerable spot on him.
He howled with pain and stumbled, pitching forward as he grabbed his crotch with both hands. Instantly, she ripped herself out of his arms. She landed hard on the ground, and then lunged to her feet—
"Bitch!" He grabbed her ankle and jerked hard, yanking her off balance.
She fell to the ground, and he was on her, his hands around her throat. She gasped, fighting for air as she clawed at his hands, but already, she could feel her mind starting to blacken as he cut off her oxygen. Fear ripped through her, terror at what would happen to her if he rendered her unconscious. She was more scared of being unconscious around José and his warriors than anything else, because the horrors that she
He didn't even slow, and he didn't loosen his grip. Of course he wouldn't. Luther was as ruthless as the rest of them, almost like an automaton following José's orders. There was no humanity in him. No mercy. "I'm not his," she screamed as she slammed her elbow into the base of his skull. It was the only place she could reach, and he stumbled. She hit him again, and then he grabbed her hair, jerking so hard to the side that her neck felt like it was going to snap in half.
A scream leaked from her throat, and she grabbed at her hair, trying to stop the pain. Tears pricked her eyes as she fought to stay conscious. And still, he pulled harder, each step he took twisting her body even more painfully. She knew she was going to pass out, or he was going to break her neck, whichever one came first. He wouldn't let go until he had her at his mercy.
Tears burned in her eyes, and she summoned self-discipline she hadn't had to call upon since she'd escaped from José the first time. Willing herself not to feel the pain, she let her hand drop from his, and forced her body to go completely limp. The pain was extraordinary, but she closed her eyes, willing her mind to that place she used to go when she didn't want to experience what was happening to her. For an excruciating moment, the pain became almost too much to bear, and then suddenly Luther relaxed his grip on her, apparently concluding that she'd passed out.
He waited another moment, as if to be certain she wasn't faking it, and then he let go of her hair entirely. Her head flopped back toward where it was supposed to be, mercifully taking the pressure off her neck. She forced herself to stay relaxed, and let her head bounce against his bare back. She felt his sweat against her cheek, and the scent of man seemed to rise all around her. The heat from his body burned through her clothes everywhere she touched him, and she wanted to throw up at the feel of a man's body against hers. Her instincts were screaming at her to fight, but she knew her only chance to escape was to be patient. She would have one opportunity, and he had to be completely unprepared for her to make a break for it.
As each step took them closer and closer to José, bile built in her throat. Somehow, she forced herself to stay limp, making her body as heavy as she could as he ran. With each step, she let her arms bounce further down his back, allowing her body to slide just a little lower, so subtly he would think it was nothing but gravity at work on an unconscious woman.
She felt his muscles relax even further as he turned his attention to where he was going, no longer worrying about restraining her. He leapt over a fallen tree trunk with ease, a brutal reminder of just how physically dominating José's warriors were. He landed easily, but that slight jarring was just enough to make her slide in his relaxed and slightly sweaty arms, giving her the extra two inches she needed. She moved instantly, slamming her hand between his legs. The camouflage pants he wore gave him no protection as she grabbed his balls and twisted violently, mercilessly attacking the only vulnerable spot on him.
He howled with pain and stumbled, pitching forward as he grabbed his crotch with both hands. Instantly, she ripped herself out of his arms. She landed hard on the ground, and then lunged to her feet—
"Bitch!" He grabbed her ankle and jerked hard, yanking her off balance.
She fell to the ground, and he was on her, his hands around her throat. She gasped, fighting for air as she clawed at his hands, but already, she could feel her mind starting to blacken as he cut off her oxygen. Fear ripped through her, terror at what would happen to her if he rendered her unconscious. She was more scared of being unconscious around José and his warriors than anything else, because the horrors that she
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