Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“What the fuck?” I scream. “What the hell was that?”
But no one answers. Panting and seething with anger, I stumble, my vision red, before my eye falls on the loose pieces of paper that still litter the floor of the visiting room. What the hell is this? Jasmine’s bag lies open, its contents spilled, and there’s a brown envelope from which the papers have clearly fallen.
I reach down to investigate the pieces of paper, and feel my entire body go rigid. These are not nothing. These are photos of my Jasmine, nude and lush, in all sorts of erotic positions. Why she had these pictures in her handbag, I don’t know. But I do know with certainty that these criminals have seen them, and that they’ve taken her.
My heart slams into my chest as rage engulfs me. I don’t know where they’ve spirited Jasmine off to, but it’s only too clear what they plan to do to her because we’re in a godforsaken prison, for Christ’s sake. These low-lifes are going to commit a crime of the worst sort, but it’s not going to happen … not if I can get to her in time.
10
Jasmine
The inmates have now successfully broken out of Ardsley Correctional Facility, and all I can hear is the grunting and the panting of the man whose shoulder I lay flung across. And the crunching of twigs and leaves under the feet of the escaped inmates as they run through the woods. I have no idea where we are, and I’ve lost count of the time that’s passed. The sirens have stopped. Either because we’re now too far from the prison for us to hear them, or because the facility has gone into a different mode of alert. There’s no point in the alarm anymore. Does this mean they’re coming for them? For me? Who will save me?
I stopped fighting some time ago because it seems pointless. When they first dragged me off, I screamed and scratched and clawed and bit, but none of it made a difference. All I got out of that was a few slaps across the cheek and a disgusting comment from my captor that the more I tried to injure him, the more I was turning him on. So I stopped.
But where is Logan? Did he see them take me? Is he okay? Right before I was carried off, I saw him battling the largest man I’ve ever seen in my life. Logan seemed to be winning, but he was drenched in blood and it was ugly. I hope the blood wasn’t his.
To make matters worse, my fall sent my handbag to the floor and the contents spilled out all over the floor - including the envelope with the erotic pictures for Logan’s birthday album. I was going to ask Logan to drop me off in town on the way back to the mansion later today, with the white lie of meeting a friend for coffee, but secretly planning on going to the post office to mail the envelope.
Instead, the scandalous pictures now lay scattered on the floor of the visiting room of a men’s prison. To my horror, several of the inmates saw them, and even in the chaos of their outbreak, I could see bulges forming in their coveralls as the erotic snaps made them hard. I desperately tried to pick them back up, but it was useless. My captor lifted me off my feet and carried me off, rendering me helpless as I screamed for Logan.
In hindsight, Dad must have known what was about to happen and this was why he was so distraught that I’d picked today to visit. No wonder he wanted me to leave. But Willy isn’t a part of this group of inmates, as far as I can tell. Did he even escape, or is he still stuck in that hellhole of a prison?
I raise my head slightly and gaze dizzily at the upside-down world around me. There’s the forest floor, trees, sky. The orange-clad legs of about half a dozen or so men as they dart through the woods.
“Stop here,” one of them orders, out of breath.
“We’re still too close,” snarls another. But the man carrying me has come to a halt, and so have the others.
“Bullshit,” my captor wheezes. “This is far enough. Even if they do catch up with us, they can’t do nothing because we’ve got a hostage in this little lady here.” He swings me off his shoulder and dumps me unceremoniously among the ferns. Instantly, I try to scamper away, but I’m too disoriented to get far, and fall down, scraping my knees. The inmates laugh, their baritone voices a chorus of scorn.
“You’re not going anywhere,” one of them growls, and I feel two hands the size of shovels tighten around my waist as I’m dragged back along the ground. The movement hikes my dress up over my ass, exposing my panties, and a vicious chuckle comes from above me as the man who dragged me back stands over me. “That’s a great ass,” he grunts, his voice thick with lust. “Can’t wait to fuck it. I wonder if her asshole’s tight.”