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Chapter 17

The little bitch crumpled to the floor like a doll, her body limp, her breathing shallow. Satisfaction pulses through me, thrumming in my chest. I finally did it. I finally got her. She’s mine now, she’s ours, and I can touch her… I don’t think I hurt her head too hard, but bending over to touch her gorgeous hair my hand feels sticky. But she’s breathing, so it should be fine.

My breathing is rapid, I can’t help myself at the view of her tits barely holding in her dress. My fingers graze her cheek, and the softness of her skin makes me shudder. A strange sound comes out of my throat, like a whine. SO SOFT. She fought like a tiger, we knew we would have to use the surprise to our advantage, she’s not like the others. And we are definitely not going to treat her like the others.

Reaching to my pants, I grab my hardened dick through the fabric, wincing under my own touch. That’s when I hear it. The footsteps. Loud, frantic, heavy. Climbing the wooden stairs of the building.

“Fuck!”

I jump to my feet, fear clawing at my throat. It’s him. It has to be him. Cyrus. He’s coming for her, this guy has all the patience of a toddler seeking chocolate. We said we wanted him dead, but not when I’m alone, I don’t stand a chance. My hands tremble as I pull her up, she’s heavier than I thought. Struggling to lift her, feeling her dead weight on my shoulder, her head rolls at an awkward angle, her hair tickling me. Blood drips from her wound and I can barely hold her steady as I rush toward the door. Stepping in the dark corridor I slam the door shut behind me, hearing the automatic lock. One of those. I sure hope it will keep Cyrus busy a while, thinking she’s still inside, but she won’t be.

I r un, or at least try, and dart around the corner, my breath ragged and uneven. The footsteps behind me enter the long corridor. Cyrus is getting closer. I push myself harder, faster, Eve’s weight dragging me down, I can’t help but let a whine escape at the thought of losing her so close to our goal. The back stairs, all dark and metallic, brighten as the automatic light turns on. My heart speeds up, but I can’t stop now. Grabbing the ramp with one hand, I start climbing down the tight steps, there’s no point trying to be discreet now, I can hear him. He’s reached the door. One bump. Two bumps, and I know the freaking door is down, it didn’t hold him anywhere near long enough. His footsteps move towards me.

Panic surges. I have to move faster, but my legs are starting to give up, and under the pressure I can feel a bit of pee running along my legs. I barely catch myself before my ankle rolls, missing a step. I hear the pounding from above, and my blood runs cold. He’s right there, almost on me.

And then — I drop her. The weight is too much. The terror paralyses me. She falls to the ground between two floors with a sickening thud. And I run.

Reaching the ground floor, I hear the steps above me slow, his raging voice calling Eve’s name, with bliss I open the door and run in the night towards the vehicle waiting for me. I can already hear the punishment. HE’ll make me pay for this.