Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
We’re at a house, a large house. An estate. On land.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out we’re at Dax’s estate.
Everything in my body sparks to life as I watch Bennett walk up to the front door and go inside. I glance around, seeing as best I can, and I can see huge security cameras in the lot. Everywhere. They’re covering mostly the house, and they also go off into the direction of the large paddocks that disappear into thick trees.
Shit.
I’m not going to be able to get out of this car without being seen.
I stare down at my phone and see so many missed calls.
If I tell them where I am, they’re going to lose it.
Instead, I take photos.
I take photos of everything I can see from inside the car. Cameras, signs, driveways, paths, gates, anything that might help us if we decide to ever storm this place.
It’s late afternoon, and the sun is starting to set. That’s the only time I can figure I’m going to get out of this place without being seen. There is no way I’m getting out while the sun is still up. I rummage around in Bennett’s car, constantly keeping an eye out to make sure no one is coming. I find a workout bag and open it to find an old sweater, some running shoes, a shirt, shorts, and a tennis racket.
Ew.
I’m going to need that sweater when I finally get out of this car.
If I can cover myself, and run, at least they won’t see my face.
I decide to pull the shirt over my body first, being that Bennett is a bigger man, it covers most of me. Then I pull the sweater on, to make sure I can cover my face, and I wait. I wait, feeling sick to my stomach. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I can’t believe I’m here. This is certainly not how I saw my day going.
I thought I could get in and out of his car, not end up being stuck in the back of it and being driven to this hell hole. Now here I am, wondering how the hell I’m going to get out without being caught. Or shot. Or something even more horrible.
I could just wait in this car until he comes out, but what if he doesn’t come out? He decides to stay the night and play whatever horrible games they’re playing in there. It’s already dark, and he hasn’t returned, my guess is he’s probably not going to and by now Alarick will be losing his mind.
I have to go.
I wait another half an hour, deciding not to text Alarick just yet if I don’t have to. If he knows I’m here, he’s going to go crazy. So for now, I just tell him I’m safe and not to worry. That’s not entirely true, because I’m not at all safe, but I don’t want him going on a rampage through the entire town trying to find me. I’ll call him when the time is right, and I know I’m out of here without any issue.
When the sun has fully set, and there is no light around, I decide it’s time to run for it. I have a plan in my head, I looked around thoroughly enough, and can see if I get out and run straight down the driveway, I’m likely to get onto the road eventually where I can call for a ride. I push the car door open and peer out. I know the security cameras are going to pick me up, there is just no way of avoiding it.
I slip out of the car and push the door closed, then, I take a deep breath and I run.
Alarms go off immediately. The moment I’m about five meters away from the car, they start blaring. Panic rushes through my body as I realize what is happening. They’re censored, and I obviously set off an alarm. This sick mother fucker is ensuring no one gets out of his secure little dungeon. Suddenly, I realize maybe I might not be able to get out, either.
Oh god.
This place is fully secured to keep people in.
Am I going to make it out?
Doors slam, I hear four wheeled motorbikes start up, and I know I’ve made a mistake. I should have sat in that car all night if I had to. Getting out was the worst choice I’ve made because now they’re going to hunt me down like a dog and they’re not going to stop until they catch me.
I pick up the pace, trying to swallow down my fear as I run as fast as I can down the dirt road leading to the front gate. The gate that’s probably closed. The gate that I have no idea how I’m going to get through. The four wheelers are speeding down the road now, and I know I’m not getting out of this one without something going terribly wrong. I have to think fast.