Never let go CHENFORD FF English version

Chapter 3 out of control

Before Lucy could even comprehend what was happening next, she was already being pulled up again and dragged behind a man. She couldn't support herself on her legs, causing her to fall down the stairs into the interior of the yacht.

She found herself in another room she hadn't seen before. The man dropped her to the floor and immediately tied her up again before giving her another injection, causing her to drift off within seconds.

When she woke up, she could barely move; everything hurt, and her throat burned. She hadn't had anything to drink for ages. But there was something else, this pain, it wasn't what she had expected. She tried to turn her head to find out why her back hurt so much, as if she had been lying in a fire.

She could barely make out anything, but what she did see was that her top had been torn, and something was on her back, swollen and with visible outlines.

"Oh my God," she stammered, "this can't be true."

She realized what was on her back. They had branded her. She couldn't quite make out what it was, but she wasn't sure if she even wanted to know.

Once again, she thought to herself, I should have listened to Tim and never gotten involved in this mission.

Meanwhile, at the LAPD

"Have you heard anything from Lucy?" Tim inquired of Harper.

He had already asked her yesterday after Lucy had stopped checking in on her secure phone.

"No, nothing new. I sent a patrol to her motel, under the pretext of questioning her about another drug case. But the room was empty. There were no signs of a struggle, only a note on the floor telling her to go to the Santa Monica Pier. But we couldn't see or find her there. There were no signs of a crime either. I assume the right people found and recruited her. Don't worry, Tim. In operations like this, things can move quickly; she probably just can't check in because they're testing her and won't let her out of their sight," she tried to reassure him.

But Tim just shook his head, "She wasn't ready for something like this. She won't make it, and it's your fault. You convinced her she could do it. Harper, this is no walk in the park. You, of all people, should know that!" He raised his voice, causing some of the other officers to glance over briefly.

"Tim, she was confident, and we explained everything to her and told her she could pull out at any time," Harper tried to appease him.

"Forget it. You won't get away with this. Something's wrong. I'm going out there to find her. Maybe they haven't killed her yet."

"Tim!" Harper tried again, but he had already turned around and left.

Where could he find Lucy? He had to be smart, not scare off her captors. Lucy had to get out safely. No matter what. But he also knew that what he was doing was far from authorized. He was alone and had to act accordingly.

Back with Lucy

"Hello, sweetheart," one of the men she had seen on the yacht greeted her.

"We're going for a walk. The others are already waiting at your new workplace," he laughed and freed her from the restraints, evidently confident that he could handle her alone.

"You know, I've never been a fan of bitches like you. Walking around, thinking you can do whatever you want because you have some brains. If it were up to me, you'd never make it there. I think you're useless, and the boss is fooled by your ass, which has caught his attention," he said, pulling out a knife and running it along Lucy's face. She froze and stared directly into the man's eyes.

"I didn't choose your boss; he apparently found my file and wanted me. I wanted out of this shit. I'm on probation, and if this idiot screws up, I'll end up back in jail. Do you think I want that? So shut up and leave me alone," she snapped at him.

Before she could finish her sentence, a fist hit her face with enormous force, causing blood to immediately gush from her nose. She tried to get up again, but the past few days had taken their toll.

Next, a kick hit her ribs. Then the man knelt over her and pulled out his knife again, but this time he didn't hesitate long and stabbed her in the side. Then he ripped her shirt off completely.

"You stupid bitch, shut your mouth," he yelled at her, "but at least we could have some fun before I kill you," he grinned, running the knife down her belly and cutting her pants, roughly groping her.

Lucy realized at that moment that the guy would kill her if she didn't think of something immediately to get out of the situation. She was disgusted by how this guy was behaving. She threw herself to the side, knocking him off balance just enough to hit him on the head. He toppled slightly, and she immediately pulled herself out from under him, but she wasn't fast enough to grab the knife. He already had it back in his hand and threw it at her, hitting her arm.

She scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could and tried to run away. She needed a weapon, something. She limped a few steps before he caught her and threw her to the ground again. Her vision flickered. All or nothing—she turned around and kicked him with full force. She got lucky and hit him, causing him to stumble again and drop the knife.

She quickly grabbed it and attacked her assailant in blind desperation. She stabbed him aimlessly; he just needed to stop. She lost control, and he was already lifeless under her when she kept stabbing him. Tears ran down her cheeks, burning in her wounds.

Only now did she realize again how badly injured she was. She needed help immediately. But the patrol wouldn't be fast enough and wasn't prepared if it was noticed that they took too long.

She searched the man's pockets and luckily found his phone in one of them, which unlocked with his fingerprint.

She remembered how she had memorized the most important numbers. She knew who she wanted to call. She dialed the number while carefully making her way to the door to see where she was.

"Bradford!" she heard on the other end of the line.

She sobbed, "Tim... you have to help me. I've been stabbed. Sunset Motel. Hurry, I don't know when more will come," she couldn't speak further; her strength was leaving her.

"I'm coming, Lucy. Hold on. I'm not far from you," he replied seriously, and she could hear the siren he had just turned on.

Her vision went black, and she collapsed before she could see if Tim had made it to save her.

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