the vent again. I’m covering that too.” I heard her heave into place what I could only imagine was one of the oil barrels. It means there would be even less air. I slumped down on the couch and screamed.
Chapter 13
M y captors were taking no chances. An hour later Duke returned. I could see the rage in his face.
“I have a good mind to teach you a lesson.”
“Duke. Remember what she said.”
“Who is she?” I asked.
He grabbed my face and squeezed it tight. “Never you mind.”
He licked up the side of my face as it was an ice cream. I had never felt anything so revolting in my life. He placed me in a chair, tied my hands behind my back with ropes. I felt them cut into my skin.
“Can’t be having you getting out again. You might have thought that little stunt was clever, but you just bought Edwin twenty lashings of my belt.”
I spat at him. “You fucking animal.”
He laughed, wiping the spit into his mouth and tasting it. “Keep it up,” he said.
The ropes burned against my skin. I don’t know if he had doused them in some kind of chemical but it didn’t feel comfortable. I sat stiff in the chair, my wrists were bound together behind me and my ankles were tied securely to the legs of the chair.
“That should do it. Try getting out of that.”
They both looked at me as though it was some weird game. Then to make it even worse they started making out. It was hard enough being stuck below ground and tied to a seat but to endure their face sucking... I could have thrown up what little I had in my stomach.
You’ll get out of here, I told myself. Maybe it was just me being optimistic but I had to hold onto the faintest glimmer of hope. If I didn’t I would break. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
Now what could I do? How was I going to escape? I didn’t waste a single second. My mind kept spinning around with ideas. The problem was, there wasn’t much to go on. They had sealed off the vent from above. I had argued that I needed to breathe. He assured me that enough air could get underneath. Yeah, he wasn’t the one who was stuck in here. Easy for him to say.
When they left, I scanned the room for anything that I hadn’t seen so far. Anything that might help me. He had tied me up good, but I could move the chair. Maybe I could slam it against the floor and it would break. I’d seen them do that on movies. Knowing my luck though I would slam it and it would stay intact and I would be squirming on my back like a tortoise upside down.
Ten, maybe thirty minutes had passed when I heard a locking mechanism. At first it was quiet. Like metal grinding. Then from out of the darkness, Edwin appeared.
“How do you get in?”
Edwin looked around nervously.
“There is an emergency exit on this,” he said it as if everyone would know.
“Well, of course there is, why didn’t I think of that?” I had no clue. It made sense though. Most underground shelters would need a second exit in the event one of them got blocked. I knew I should have taken that preppers course that Spike was going on about. Two years ago, Spike had got into a phase where he was obsessed with everything to do with surviving an apocalypse. A paranoid friend of his had shown him a prepper video. Preppers were folks who were preparing for doomsday. You know, a nuclear bomb, a pandemic or an alien invasion. The crazy stuff. Most of them just stockpiled food, learned to shoot guns and bought a bug-out bag. But the real die-hard preppers went to crazy extremes. They had entire bomb shelters created. That’s what I was in. Some even created entire compounds.
Anyway, Spike had tried to wrangle me and Sophie into going with him to some course. He eventually got over that stage when they wanted him to start donating some of his earnings to their group of preppers. It was all in the name of saving the planet. More like paying for their flashy cars.
“Where is it?” I asked him.
“It’s hidden behind a
Chapter 13
M y captors were taking no chances. An hour later Duke returned. I could see the rage in his face.
“I have a good mind to teach you a lesson.”
“Duke. Remember what she said.”
“Who is she?” I asked.
He grabbed my face and squeezed it tight. “Never you mind.”
He licked up the side of my face as it was an ice cream. I had never felt anything so revolting in my life. He placed me in a chair, tied my hands behind my back with ropes. I felt them cut into my skin.
“Can’t be having you getting out again. You might have thought that little stunt was clever, but you just bought Edwin twenty lashings of my belt.”
I spat at him. “You fucking animal.”
He laughed, wiping the spit into his mouth and tasting it. “Keep it up,” he said.
The ropes burned against my skin. I don’t know if he had doused them in some kind of chemical but it didn’t feel comfortable. I sat stiff in the chair, my wrists were bound together behind me and my ankles were tied securely to the legs of the chair.
“That should do it. Try getting out of that.”
They both looked at me as though it was some weird game. Then to make it even worse they started making out. It was hard enough being stuck below ground and tied to a seat but to endure their face sucking... I could have thrown up what little I had in my stomach.
You’ll get out of here, I told myself. Maybe it was just me being optimistic but I had to hold onto the faintest glimmer of hope. If I didn’t I would break. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
Now what could I do? How was I going to escape? I didn’t waste a single second. My mind kept spinning around with ideas. The problem was, there wasn’t much to go on. They had sealed off the vent from above. I had argued that I needed to breathe. He assured me that enough air could get underneath. Yeah, he wasn’t the one who was stuck in here. Easy for him to say.
When they left, I scanned the room for anything that I hadn’t seen so far. Anything that might help me. He had tied me up good, but I could move the chair. Maybe I could slam it against the floor and it would break. I’d seen them do that on movies. Knowing my luck though I would slam it and it would stay intact and I would be squirming on my back like a tortoise upside down.
Ten, maybe thirty minutes had passed when I heard a locking mechanism. At first it was quiet. Like metal grinding. Then from out of the darkness, Edwin appeared.
“How do you get in?”
Edwin looked around nervously.
“There is an emergency exit on this,” he said it as if everyone would know.
“Well, of course there is, why didn’t I think of that?” I had no clue. It made sense though. Most underground shelters would need a second exit in the event one of them got blocked. I knew I should have taken that preppers course that Spike was going on about. Two years ago, Spike had got into a phase where he was obsessed with everything to do with surviving an apocalypse. A paranoid friend of his had shown him a prepper video. Preppers were folks who were preparing for doomsday. You know, a nuclear bomb, a pandemic or an alien invasion. The crazy stuff. Most of them just stockpiled food, learned to shoot guns and bought a bug-out bag. But the real die-hard preppers went to crazy extremes. They had entire bomb shelters created. That’s what I was in. Some even created entire compounds.
Anyway, Spike had tried to wrangle me and Sophie into going with him to some course. He eventually got over that stage when they wanted him to start donating some of his earnings to their group of preppers. It was all in the name of saving the planet. More like paying for their flashy cars.
“Where is it?” I asked him.
“It’s hidden behind a
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