Shattered

Chapter 53

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My heart ached.

Another victim. Locked in here for an unknown reason, but undoubtedly not something she deserved. I felt disgusted. Not fifteen minutes ago, I was having sex with Chandler while there was a girl locked in the room down the hall. I was going to escape from here without ever knowing another girl was stuck in the same hell I was.

It made me sick.

She was still screaming, trying to run out of the room, and I felt the urge to try and help her. But what would I do? What could I do? Nakoa and I experienced that us against Chandler and Lucas didn't work, and Lorenzo was bigger than Lucas. If I tried something now, neither of us were making it out unscathed.

The girl's short hair was a mess, tangled and sticking out in places, probably the result of whatever struggle she had gone through to end up here. Her brown eyes were fiery, angry, and dried blood coated the corner of her lip, likely from a cut. She was dressed in sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, and Chandler had said he put her here last night, so I figured she was ready for the end of the day, not to end up in some man's torture room.

Then it hit me. When had he gone to get her? Was it while I was knocked out by that drug he gave me, or was it after I had fallen asleep after our argument last night? I even wondered if he had drugged me afterward just to guarantee I wouldn't wake up. The thoughts disturbed me. For hours, I've been oblivious to the girl locked in here.

It had to have been over twelve hours. There was no bathroom in there, and Chandler had been with me all day, so I knew she hadn't eaten at all, since who knows how long. Is torturing me not enough for Chandler? Does Lorenzo not have a wife, one I knew held resentment towards him, whom he could occupy himself with? They both already had women who had no choice but to be with them, why had they brought someone else into this? Are we not enough to satiate them?

My heart ached.

Lorenzo grabbed onto her, trying to pull her back into the room. She bit into his forearm, it looked hard, and kept her teeth there until she was able to squirm her way out of his grip, going straight for Chandler. She was barely within reach when he pulled his fist back, hitting the side of her face with such force that it made a sickening noise, and she almost immediately fell to the floor.

A gasp left me, shocked at what I just witnessed, and although it was quiet, it didn't get past Chandler. I barely had time to jump away before he slammed the slightly opened door to the wall.

"Get out," he said, coming toward me while I continued to step away.

I was speechless, but at that moment, I wanted to throw away everything I had built up, and I wanted to hurt him.

Looking for the closest thing to me, I saw a small clock near the guest bed, and figured it was as good as anything. Taking it in my hands, I swung it to Chandler's head without a second thought. He caught it, like I thought he would, but his eyes left me for a second, and I used that chance to rush around him, already in the hallway by the time he recovered.

Lorenzo met my eyes, standing over the now unconscious girl, but he didn't do anything to stop me. The corner of his lip was lifted ever so slightly, like this was entertaining, and all I could do was grimace before running to the stairs.

"Jess, we're not fucking doing this now," I heard him say as he charged out and stopped by Lorenzo, but I was already going down two stairs at a time. A little bit of hope bloomed in my chest at the prospect of the one knife I had used to cook dinner still being out. I was willing to miraculously stab both of them, to death or not, and get me and this girl out of here. It wasn't ideal, but I also wasn't thinking straight. Never did I imagine he would kidnap someone when he still had his last victim locked in this apartment.