Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 107074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“I’m here,” he said. “We all are.”
I heard the echo on Kane’s end—he had me on speakerphone, too.
My eyes instantly pooled with tears.
“Let ‘im kill me, okay? Don’t come for me, he plans to kill you all just to get to you Kane—”
Big Phil pulled the phone away from my ear and punched me in the stomach, which caused me wheeze, and choke on air as blinding pain consumed me. He hit me on the head once more but I barely felt that over the agony in my stomach. I felt a sharp tug as he fisted his hand in my hair one more time. It took a minute, but when I could focus on something other than my pain, I heard all sorts of screaming coming from the phone in Big Phil’s hand.
“Stop,” my sister pleaded. “Please, stop hurtin’ her. She’s done nothin’ wrong! Please.”
“I will kill you for this, Philip,” Ryder cut in, his voice menacing. “What you do to her, consider it child’s play compared to what I will do to you.”
My heart jumped the second I heard his voice and was shocked at the instant anger I had towards him but still wanted nothing more than to be in his arms.
“You probably will, but I plan to put your brother down, too, boy. Let’s see who can make good on their promise first.”
Before Ryder could reply, Big Phil walked over to the fireplace, took something from the mantle piece, and then advanced back on me. I was whimpering in pain already, but when I saw what was in his hand I screamed.
“No!” I pleaded. “Stay away from me.”
He had a blade of some sort in his hand, it was sharp, long and I knew it was going to be inside of some part of my body soon. I fought against my restraints with that knowledge. Without speaking to me, or acknowledging my pleas in any way, Big Phil kneeled before me and jammed the blade into my thigh and pulled, slicing my flesh open.
The scream that tore out of me was one you would hear in a horror film.
“Branna!” Ryder roared, but this time his voice sounded far away.
I heard Kane’s shouts from the speakerphone, too, but everything blended together except the pain I felt. It consumed me, and with every pulse of my beating heart, it became more agonising.
Big Phil lied; he was going to kill me, because my body couldn’t take much more.
I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder then, and when I looked to see what was causing it, I widened my eyes as I watched the blade that cut my thigh, being pulled from my shoulder. I stared at my now bleeding wound and felt lightheaded.
He stabbed me. Again.
“Omigod,” I whispered and continued to stare at it.
Surprisingly, I didn’t move a muscle; instead I sat still as I felt blood seep out of the hole that now marred my shoulder.
Things were quiet and eerily peaceful in that moment until suddenly the shock of what just happened wore off and the agony set in. I cried out when what felt like fire filled my shoulder, and thigh then quickly turned to a sickening throbbing. Each pain pulse reminding me that this was real, and not some sick nightmare.
I’m really somebody’s captive, and he is really going to kill me.
“Stop your screaming,” Big Phil hissed. “They’re just flesh wounds, not deep enough for you to bleed out, so stop.”
Oh, they were just flesh wounds. That made them not hurt.
“Ryder?” he suddenly said, tapping on the screen on his phone and placing it against his ear. “Are you still there?”
I held my breath when Big Phil spoke even though the throbbing in my shoulder and thigh demanded I scream to release some of the pain I felt.
“I’m going to cut to the chase, I want Kane for Branna.”
Silence.
“You want to test me right now?” the sick fuck laughed. “I’m putting you back on speaker. I want you to hear her more clearly so you understand I’m not playing.”
He put his phone down on the table close by and he advanced on me once more, his eyes locked on me with a sick smirk on his face.
“Get away from me,” I pleaded then screamed bloody murder when he reached me and grabbed hold of my wounded shoulder, pressing his thumb into the wound.
“I’ll kill you!” Ryder’s voice screamed through the phone.
Big Phil laughed some more as he moved away from me and picked up the poker from the fire. I cried then, tears falling from my eyes in streams.
“Please,” I sobbed. “Please don’t do this. I’m beggin’ you.”
My pleas only fuelled him on, and in seconds he was standing before me holding the burning red head poker inches away from my skin. I could already feel the boiling heat from it, and I whimpered in fear.
“Tell Ryder what I have in my hand, Branna.”
“A…a hot poker.” I answered, my voice shaking.
Big Phil nodded. “And what am I going to do with it?”
I cried. “Please, don’t.”
“You’re bleeding more than I’d like, so it has to be done.” He said to me making it sound like he was doing me a favour.
“You shouldn’t have stabbed me then!” I shouted.
Big Phil ignored me, and pressed the hot end of the poker against my wound and for a few seconds I was consumed by darkness. I came to just as the same blinding pain consumed my leg and I blacked out once more, my body falling to the side and hitting the floor with a loud thud.
“Branna?” Ryder’s voice screamed. “BRANNA?”
“Shut up fucking screaming!” Big Phil snapped as he lifted the chair, and me, back to an upright position. “She’s fine, just passed out for a second. I used the scalding poker end to burn her wounds to stop her bleeding. You’re welcome.”
“When I fucking get my hands on you,” Ryder swore, “I’m going to kill you slowly. I’m going to make you beg for death!”
“I’m not afraid to die,” Big Phil dryly replied. “It’s only a heartbeat away.”