THE DELIRIOUS

Chapter Eighteen-Sophie

Were the abnormal fire and the unknown cause a way of an escape that could have succeeded? I also question that, and it has freed me from the challenge rooms on the third floor. Thank God that is now over with and long gone. My treatment here has been reasonably well as the time passes by. Granite and I are now given food at every meal and are being fed genuinely fantastic food. Dairy, meat, carbs, even desserts sometimes if we go above and beyond what is expected. I am happy that I am feeding my baby well, even in the last weeks of my pregnancy. But the time creeps up on me as I know it will soon be time for my water to break. What will I do when the time comes? I hope that all three of us will not be here or anywhere near here; we should finally at once be reunited with our families, or at least our friends with a safe and welcoming environment. The moment comes closer and closer as Granite, and I now have a solid plan for an escape. But how were we going to pull through with it usually? I am going on nine months pregnant, and still, I am as heavy as can be and am carrying low. I will slow both Granite and me down if we escape, and I question the risk that I may be putting myself and the baby at. If only we could get access to the weapons, can we escape safely and make it somewhere to contact the police.
I decide for Granite and me that the best way to escape is to get everybody to come up to our floor, the second floor, and enjoy themselves thoroughly, letting go of everything and focusing on us. Granite and I have now had weeks of practice of seduction in front of Carter, but we haven't had access or contact with any of his friends or what we call his minions. I ponder the if and's and buts of the situation, what could happen, what indeed will happen, and what shouldn't or won't happen. I know that when Granite and I are given the perfect moment to escape, we will run, but I know that I will be behind because I have to be careful with carrying Carter's child and almost ready to give birth at any given time.
Granite and I invite everyone upstairs for a show, simply a sexual show put on for the men, where they can touch us, and please themselves however they want as if we are their sex dolls. Carter makes his way up the stairs to give us food, and while we finish up our meal as he watches us, for some odd reason, I have the nerve to ask him about what I have been pondering. I speak with a genuine, sincere, and sexy voice that is meant to entice him into wanting me and wanting pleasure.
"Hey, daddy. We have really been craving you more and more, and we want to please all of you and thank you all for serving us with food, pleasure, and more. We want to offer you easy access to our bodies for however long you want. We just ask that you come up and relax yourselves completely; that's the only catch, okay?"
"Yes, of course, doll. I will go grab them all to get their asses up here; we don't want to miss any minute of this show you have planned for us all. We aren't going to be able to keep our hands off of you two."
Carter then leaves the room with an anxious wink and quickly runs down the stairs, as he cannot wait to get his hands on Granite and me. But little does he know, this is our planned escape that we have been waiting for, for so long that we have run out of time even to count. The time we have been here having only been marked by months written down as tallies on the wall, and that's the only way we can tell time. Nearly as if Granite and I are in a prison cell and have absolutely no access to a clock or a phone to show the correct date or day.
After a while, Granite and I hear continuous footsteps making their way up the stairs to the second floor to meet Granite and me for our little show planned for the boys. As Carter is the first to run up, huffing and puffing from running so fast to get his hands on a fourteen-year-old girl and a nineteen-year-old girl who clearly isn't consensual either, we make it believable to the boys that we want to please them and that they are going to have the time of their lives, for however long they wish. Granite and I only suspect that this will take hours of time max to make them all feel drained and want to be close to us. And that will be the very moment that we reach for their weapons, harm or kill them, run, and make it to a safe place. Anywhere but here. I make direct eye contact with Carter, and he walks my way with eager eyes to have his hands on me and to be inside of my innocent and pure body. This will be the last time, Sophie. The last. Remember nothing; keep your eyes on the prize. Escaping. Although the times before that Carter had tried to have sex with me, I was clearly non-consensual to having sex with him, and he raped me regardless of what I said or did. He was far too strong for my body to go against his, and for my words to go against his as well. Carter then quickly grabs the chairs in the corner of the room and places them in the middle of the room for everyone to sit in but him. This is going to be the direst and most disgusting scene that I have seen in front of my life.
Granite and I get up and dance for them seductively as we always have done, and we continue to please them with our sexual dances and looks that we exchange with them by the second. I nearly feel guilty for the pleasure that I am offering that should be used for my future spouse, but I ignore the thought and remind myself for the hundredth time that this is initially to save Granite and me, and my baby as well from being trapped in here at the time of birth. I drop down to the floor and crawl, arching my back as I move slowly and smoothly. I make direct eye contact with Carter as he smiles at my convinced look and extensive moves to seduce him intriguingly. The other men take their eyes completely off of Granite and place their attention one hundred percent on me. I then move my body down to the floor entirely, shaking my body on Carter's and making him grab me by the hips with such a grip, I couldn't get him to let go of me. He used my hips as a handle to guide my body and how to move against his as he pleases. I then get down on my back and spread my legs open wide, as the lace thong stretches as I move flexibly to the sound of their whispering. The men whisper into each other's ears, so I get up and make my way over to each of them, rubbing my body against every one of theirs and using my index finger to shut their mouths and to pay attention to the show that Granite and I so have planned to save our lives.
I then take the oversized shirt off that I have on, and I use it to wrap around Carter's neck and bring his head closer to my breasts, early burying his face in my chest. My large belly pushes up against Carter, and he instantly feels the kick of my joyful and go-lucky child that is bouncing with joy and unbelief in my stomach to the dreadful dances of his mother, just to save her son or daughter. My stomach then aches significantly, causing me to have contractions, bringing me to fall to the ground and show a facial expression that says, 'I have never experienced pain like this before, help.' I then continue to crawl on the floor and bring myself on my knees before Carter to please him greatly even more. I then unbuckle his pants as I once did before and unzip his pants, throwing his belt onto the floor aggressively. He then grabs my face and cups it, slapping me and forcing my head down onto him. Again, I do whatever he wishes as the time approaches by the minute for Granite and me to escape. I then lift my head up from pleasing him, and I give a quick glance and nod in Granite's direction, making it clear to her with motions that our time has come to leave this absolute hell hole.
As I unbuckled Carter's belt, I noticed that he had a gun and a large knife connected to his dark-blue jeans. I then run my hands up and down his body, lifting his shirt off quickly and licking up and down his perfectly sculpted abs and stomach and causing him to lean his head back and roll his eyes. Then, suddenly, I grab his gun, sprint to the opposite side of the room, and shoot him directly in the ribs and his abdominal area. I then shoot in all directions away from Granite, thinking that I used all of the ammo when I really didn't. I then shoot the mysterious blue-eyed man directly in the forehead, causing him to fall impressively quickly to the ground. Finally, I shoot in a line, given by the chairs, at each of the dark-haired men seated down that I was once pleasing, now bringing down ultimately. As I make sure each one of the men is shot to the point of being unable to move or being completely unconscious, I then sprint as fast as I can, being careful at the same time with Granite downstairs, with the gun in my hand and placed lightly on the trigger. We dash past the locked door with numerous locks, causing us to feel the rush of the winter storm in our hair and on our very bare bodies. Half naked, we run through the three-inch snow and run to the back of the house so that we are nowhere in sight of them if they can even manage to catch up to us at all.
Granite runs as fast as she can, given the slim and healthy-looking body that she has, and jolts past the house way quicker than I am able to. She finally then looks back at me and waits; I then motion for her to keep running, and with hesitance, she continues, but somewhat slower, still so that I can catch up to her within minutes. As it is nighttime, we run past large trees and find a large stack of what seems to be wood behind the large tree ahead of us. As I stop for a quick moment to recognize what it actually is, I notice the frozen faces of two women who I once knew. Graphite and Garnet. They're dead—cold-blood murder. They're gone. They're actually gone. As tears trickle down my face at the speed of light, I continue rushing up the giant hill, nearly tripping over a rock and almost causing myself to stumble and fall. Thankfully, I catch myself from falling straight onto my pregnant belly, and I continue to hold onto my stomach to keep it warm and protect it with my bare and cold hands, making my body shiver instantly from the touch of my cold hands upon my body, trying to help it stay warm. I continue to think upon the thought of me stumbling upon the dead bodies of my once new sister's who were becoming so close to me. As Granite and I continue to run, we spot a bright light ahead of us and a voice behind us.
"Hey! You both stop right there!"
One of the dark-eyed men, who I had only shot in the arm once, continued to run while gripping his arm to try to stop it from bleeding, to catch us. He then quickly makes his way behind me, grabbing me from my back and shoving me onto the ground. He then covers my mouth and drags my bare body through the snow, causing me to feel numb and freeze. I then reach for the gun in my pocket, and he grabs it instantly from me, putting the gun at my head. I ignore the fact that I am being held directly at gunpoint in front of my only set of eyes, and I jump onto him, causing me to be startled by my pregnant belly roughly smashing against his. I then grab my gun back and sharply aim for his chest, shooting him four times through the chest and causing his chest to gush out dark red blood and expose his wounds. I then continue to run up the giant hill with the gun in my hand. The light becomes closer and closer as Granite and I both identify the light as the lights of a tiny home.
Continuing to run for about five straight miles without stopping, we come into contact with an older woman's house regardless of the air that we both seem to lack. We knock on the door abruptly, not knowing what time of night it is, and she comes to the door.
"Can I help you both?"
"Please, let us in; we have to call the police. We were abducted and nearly killed."
She then grabs us both by the arms, pulls us inside, and hands us her landline phone. I quickly dial nine-one-one as I was taught my entire life.
"Hello?! I am currently at-- wait, what's this address?"
"221 Pine Street."
"--221 Pine Street. Please hurry! We are on the run, and I shot six men; they were trying to kill my friend and me. Please, hurry! Help us!"
"The authorities are on their way; stay put."
I notice that this seems to be one of the only homes in the area. Granite and I wait for the police patiently and then stop ourselves in our tracks, catching our breath at once. We stare at each other in the eyes, and I stare at my belly after having moments of silent, exchanged looks with Granite. We did it. We made it out.