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Beast Master 8

“Ugh…” The next thing I knew I was inside an old building, it was dark inside and there was one lit bulb that became the only source of light in the room. I have to admit it scared the shit out of me… But I didn’t know I was going to experience a lot more than shitting myself.

Why am I tied up?

“Andrea?!” I called out as I remembered what happened.

Where is she?!

I narrowed my eyes and rapidly turned my head to look for her.

“Aubrey…. What’s happening? Why are we here?” She questioned. I saw her looking confused, she was also tied up. She was sitting far from me, another corner opposite to where I was.

“Oh! You’re awake already! Then let’s begin.” I noticed a man wearing sunglasses it was dark though.

He walked towards me with two men following him from behind.

He pulled out a scalpel. The one that was commonly used to dissect frogs.

We used one like that in--

Seriously, Aubrey?! At a time like this?

I was calm because I was used to being a hostage to threaten Whitney.

What I’m concerned about right now is Andrea.

“After you’re dead. I’ll do her next.” He smiled at me.

“I’ll give you twenty minutes to fuck her, after then I’ll kill her.” He announced like it was nothing. Suddenly, one of the men sat on my straightened stiff legs.

“I’ll go first then.” He grinned.

“Aubrey! I’m scared….” I heard Andrea scream as the guy with sunglasses curled her hair with his skinny long fingers.

“Stop touching her! I’ll kill you.” I warned.

“Not if I kill you first.” He smirked.

I struggled at the man removing the jacket.

I couldn’t feel my arms or legs. I was weak.

I can’t even kick the guy in front of me.

“Let’s have fun.” The guy whispered to me as he threw my jacket away and started tearing of my t-shirt with a knife.

I saw Andrea crying and that’s what made me scared.

I remember my sister Nicole…

Ah! The pocket knife!

It suddenly popped to my head as I remembered my sister’s death.

Maybe God gave me a chance to protect Andrea.

Thank you, God. 

Please let me protect her even if it’s the last thing I do.

I reached to my back pocket as I picked my pocket knife slowly and begun scratching the blade thrugh the ropes.

I didn’t react when I saw that my bra was now entirely exposed and now the man was groping me.

I moaned lightly as he kept doing this. And then he reached for my jeans.

I had now cut through the rope.

“Fuck you.” I said grabbing his arm and performing an arm twist. I turned his hand not letting it go and this made it enough for his arm to break.