The Twisted Links

Chapter 55 (Mature Content)

CHAPTER 55 (MATURE CONTENT)

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Carrie thought that if she could survive one more minute, she could survive it another hour. After being a rogue for so long, she knew that she couldn't bank on anyone coming to save her. The painful electricity course through her leaving her shaking long after it was turned off. Her wolf, Faye, remained silent. Whether it was from the effects of the drug or the long sleepless hours of torture, Carrie wasn't sure.

One good thing though, she was becoming numb.

"I ask for one simple thing and you decide to be a bitch." The man growled as he punched her already broken ribs.

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The dirty rogue, who had chased her down, had decided to ride in the back of the van now that she was awake. The blond man was driving. She heard that they were going to swap out cars and hide on Rogue Lands. Carrie forced herself to remain calm and not give away her excitement. It was going to be rough but if she could reach Dameon Wilde then he would help her.

The rogue grinned at her showing a mouth full of rotten and missing teeth. He stared at her creepily for over an hour. Carrie crouch in the corner of the van not willing any closer to the obscene male than necessary. They had retied her hands and she knew that the knots would probably just as difficult the second time. She wished that she had her wolf and was able to extend her claws or sharp canines to cut the rope.

The man duck walked towards her. Carrie refused to show how uncomfortable he made her. She watched him stoically. He sniffed the air like a dog. "You smell good. Like ice cream. Let me get some of that sweetness." He said snaking a hand out to grab her arm.

Carrie punched him in the throat awkwardly with her bound fist then scratched his face with her nails. He growled angrily and yanked her forward. Her hands were pinned underneath her stomach. The rogue laid on top of her back preventing her from moving. She felt his thing press against her ass and the smell of his rotten breath made her gag as he leaned over her.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking you." He said, licking her ear. He ground his dick against her, grunting like a pig.

Forcing down the bile, Carrie started praying as she desperately felt around the small space she could reach beneath her belly. By some miracle her fingers on her right hand brushed against something sharp. She barely closed her fist around the decking screw from earlier when the man turned her over. Thinking quickly, she aimed for his jugular but not being used to the limitations of her hands being tied made her miss her target.

Angry, the man punched her several times knocking her unconscious.

When she woke up, her hands were bound above her head. She breathed a huge sigh of relief when she realized that her pants were still on and there was no telltale stickiness or soreness between her thighs that she could detect. Her head was another matter, her brain throbbed, and her face felt like it had a painful heartbeat.

The blond headed man not the dirty one sat in front of her, a beer in his hand. "You're going to call your father and make him declare war against Midway Pack. He is to kill the Alpha and then you'll be released."

Carrie was silent a moment. She considered the risk. It was far too high and her father had a pregnant mate that needed him. "No." she said firmly.

The blond man sighed.

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After beating her, the man strapped Carrie to a metal table and electrocuted her. She was thankful that the asshole had at least put a gag in her mouth. He didn't appreciate being given a "fuck you" every time he landed a hit. Carrie used the gag to bite on so she didn't break her teeth.

"Kev will be back in a minute." The blond man said, taking a seat on a nearby stool. "He wants to finish what he started. Maybe he can 'sweet talk' you into behaving."

The blond man chuckled as if he told a funny joke. Carrie refused to show fear. Showing fear to a rogue could get you killed. As if summoned, the door to the clapboard shack opened and the dirty rogue, Kev, walked in carrying two plastic grocery bags.

Setting the bags down, he said, "The grocery store didn't have the cigarettes you wanted."

"That's fine." The blond man said staring unblinkingly at Carrie. "I'm going to go check the gas station up the road. Might grab something to eat. The little lady here looks like she needs a friend while I'm gone. I'm going let you two get to know each other." He turned and looked at his now grinning accomplice. "She needs to be cooperative so do whatever you want as long as she stays in one piece and breathing."

"Oh, I'll get her nice and tender. She'll be some sweet puddy in our hands." He cackled.

"You behave now." The blond man snickered as left them alone.

The sound of a truck starting and driving away almost made Carrie break down and beg for mercy.

The man approached holding a knife. "You know. I was going to take it easy on you but after you 'screwed me.'" He said with a dark chuckle. "I'm not feeling so lenient. I'm going ta fuck that pussy raw."

With his focus solely on Carrie, Kev didn't hear the door open or sense the presence of another until it was too late.

A small sack hit him on the side of the head knocking him out cold. The bag swung a few more times viciously dented the man's skull, finally breaking under the blunt force trauma. The woman holding the bag glared at the body.

Carrie couldn't believe her eyes as she immediately recognized the 5'6", hazel eyed, red head. "Ms. Nadine?"

"Carrie dear, are you alright?" the older woman's eyes widened as she surveyed the various injuries. "No, I guess you aren't."

"How did you-? What the hell is in that bag?"

"Oh." Ms. Nadine pulled out a large heavy horseshoe magnet. "It's my good luck charm. Helps me keep up my keys and you never know when you have to beat a man to death."

"Okay." Carrie said no longer caring about the means when the results were in her favor. "Can you get me out of here before Asshole #2 shows up?"

"Sure thing, Hun." Nadine helped unbind her then led her outside to a small pickup truck.

"How did you find me?" Carrie asked as they drove away.

"I buy and sell fake IDs on the side. One of the IDs that Kev brought me was yours. Luckily, Kev is... well 'was'... a blabbermouth and told me that you had been kidnapped as part of a job."

"How far are we from Rogue Land Headquarters? I need to speak with Dameon Wilde."

"He ain't there. He's gone to down to the pack that that Protector is at."

"Cub Creek?"

"Yup."

"Well, that's where I needed to go anyways. I was just hoping that Dameon could provide me with a ride home and a phone to call my family and mates."

"I can take you. I've been meaning to take a vacation for a while now. I'm not going to end up in jail cell though, right?"

Carrie understood her friend's concern. Packs weren't too friendly towards rogues. "No. It'd be in bad form for a pack to arrest the hero that saved their future Luna's life."

Ms. Nadine's mouth dropped open. "Well cover me in sprinkles and call me a cupcake. That's amazing!"

Carrie smiled tiredly. She was finally going home.

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