Dominate Me

Chapter 35

~ Avery's POV ~

I stood in the corner, feeling helpless as Tex smiled maniacally down at Miles. He glanced up at me, giving me one more shot to act out, to give him the begging show he so sadistically wanted.

I would do anything to save the man strapped to the chair, but a show wouldn't do that. It would do quite the opposite. Tex got off on the pain he inflicted on others and I knew that if I did what he wanted, he'd only push harder, torturing Miles more and more to make me beg him louder.

Pressing the knife he held to Miles' throat, Tex's grin widened in excitement, but that look quickly faded when I kept myself composed, my breathing even. I let my gaze drop to my feet and I heard his growl, one of Todd's hands behind me suddenly moving from the grip at my forearm to my chin to raise my head again.

I met Miles' gaze and he nodded to me, pride in his tired eyes when I stomped a foot down and spun against the single hand my ex still held on my arms. As quickly as I could, I lifted my knee to his groin, waiting for him to double over in pain before lifting my leg once again, letting it connect with the ribs on his left side as brutally as I possibly could.

"Fuck!" Tex screeched behind me, running over to reclaim power over me, but I'd given myself a way out.

Liam had told me weeks prior while training to always remember where my opponent had been hit. Knowing I'd at least cracked a rib or two this time, all I could do was wait for Tex to force him to redeem himself for the slip up.

I had no idea when or if Liam would find us, but I knew Tex would grow tired of the waiting game eventually and would just end it instead.

He dragged me back to my makeshift room, my legs failing me, feet stumbling against the debris and dirt covered concrete floor. Grabbing me by my hair and throwing me on the bed, Tex chained me to the bed tighter than I had been before. Even with the new anger in my captor and the tighter binds I'd found myself in, I couldn't help but feel a sliver of hope.

Whether Liam found us before I could get everyone out or not, I was determined to fight my way to that door. I'd save myself, Miles, and Jenna's little sister. My father, too, if he was still there.

When I was sixteen years old, I wasn't strong enough to do anything other than survive until help luckily came, but now I had something to live for. I had a life I was proud of. I had become a woman that I was proud of.

And I was damned sure going to fight to get that back.

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"Tex, where the fuck are you? They're going to die of fucking starvation if you keep this shit up."

He's not here?

Todd's voice held an inch of worry as he stood outside of the cloth wall, his silhouette cast against the sheet with the bright sunlight shining in the small windows at the tops of the walls.

"I don't give a fuck. She pissed me off, too, but if you're trying to wait it out until Hawkins finds us, you're going about it the wrong way. This is too much."

Fucker almost sounds like he cares. I rolled my eyes to myself, ignoring the ache in my throat and stomach, both entirely too neglected from nutrients and water to concentrate on much else.

"Yeah, whatever. See you in twenty."

Twenty minutes... is that enough time?

"Todd?" I let my voice coat with weakness, trying to sound worse for wear than I was. I'd rested as much as I possibly could the near week I'd been there, hoping to conserve as much energy as possible for the escape I knew I'd need to ignite as soon as I could.