Apocalypse Now

Chapter 32: Sniper at the Gates

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 Luke was leaning against the door, waiting for us. And when the door opened, he sighed, "Bout fucking time" he grumbled "C'mon ain't got all day" he said as his eyes slowly travelled up and down my body. "Well don't you clean up nice" he grinned. His gaze making me more uncomfortable.

"Leave the poor girl alone Luke" Sara said as she walked out ahead of me.

"What? Can't a guy give a girl a compliment?" he said.

"Leave her alone" Sara said a little more harshly.

I started to follow Sara and I heard Luke mumble behind me. "Fucking woman thinks she' my god damn mother."

"I heard that" Sara called ahead of me.

I couldn't help the smile on my face. This almost seemed normal. Almost.

I was led through some familiar corridors, until we ended up in the big room with the throne. I saw Kane sitting as he looked over some papers, looking up as Sara, Luke and I entered the room. He smiled towards Sara as she continued walking towards him, taking her place at his side, on her knees. Like the obedient pet she was.

What had shocked me though was one of the men standing off to the side of the room, a woman, who looked to be my age, on her knees in front of him obviously giving him head. His head thrown back in pleasure, his hands wound into her hair keeping her in place.

It was as though he had heard the conversation that had transpired with Sara and I in the bathroom, no more than fifteen minutes ago. I tore my eyes away, not from embarrassment but in disgust. The sounds obvious in the room, seeming to echo. Another fucking recruit for his cause.

"That shouldn't shock you...from what I've heard from several of the men, you were in a similar position a few days ago" Kane smirked, seeing my reaction to witnessing the display.

"Doesn't mean I'll get on my knees for any of your men" I glared, ignoring the sounds from the other side of the room.

"I can't wait for when the time comes, and it will, when you fucking submit" he says a little bitterly.

"I'd rather slit my throat" I say with venom.

He grins. "We can arrange that too" he says holding my glare. I feel my fists clench, my nails biting into my palm.

A loud groan breaks the silence and the glaring contest, at the other end of the room. I pay it no attention but I'm cringing on the inside. I can hear the sound of a zipper and the shuffle of a belt buckle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the woman walk to the opposite side of the room, closing the door behind her. The man who I recognise as the one who had drugged me twice on the way back. Mark I think his name is. He saunters over looking far too fucking pleased with himself, standing next to Luke. He leans forward, peering over at me, past Luke.

"Enjoy the show?"

I see Luke smirking but keeping his eyes forward. I roll my eyes at both of them, more than unamused at the situation. I wasn't sure if they had done it intentionally or just to see how I would react.