Page 45 of Doxed

I cannot wait for this night to be over with, and for more than one reason, but currently the most prominent one is this damn mask.

It’s cool as hell and definitely turns Briar on, but goddamn, it’s hard to breathe under this thing.

I tuck my cock back into my pants while Briar gingerly climbs off the spanking bench.

Her knees wobble a bit as she straightens on her platform heels, so I offer her my arm for balance. She eyes my arm as she smooths down the back of her silky hair. She loops her arm in mine and I walk her toward the door with a smug smile on my face.

We’re the only ones left in the room, so I stop at the door, my smile dropping, though she can’t see.

“Okay.” I stop just short of the door and rest my hand on top of hers so she’ll stop too.

“You’ll go back out to the patio where we had drinks earlier, but make sure to lock the back doors on your way out and then wait for me in the backyard.

Keep out of sight by hiding in the treeline and wait for me.

” Her lips form a straight line as she listens to my instructions and her large eyes blink in understanding.

“No matter what you hear or see, just wait for me, okay? Do not leave the trees.”

Her eyes narrow behind the mask. “What are you going to do?”

“Get the girls,” I say ominously and open the door for us. We go our separate ways, with Briar going to the back of the house, and me going in search of the kitchen.

I hide around the corner, peeking my head around the scratchy wallpapered wall, as the last of the servers leaves the kitchen. As soon as it’s safe for me to leave my hiding spot, I do and I dash into the kitchen.

I know I don’t have much time, so I turn all eight burners on high on the double stove top. They can heat while I look for pots and pans and oil.

Thank god for soft close cabinets, because I don't have the time to be quiet.

I toss the cap to the bulk sized cooking oil over my shoulder as I pour some into all the pans I could find and place over the blazing burners, and then I dump the rest on the countertops, the cabinets and the floor.

On the way out, I grab the dish soap from the sink and squirt it all over the entrance to the kitchen, then I get the fuck out of there.

From the cameras that I checked earlier, I know the girls are all handcuffed in a concrete room in the basement. This doesn’t seem to be a place where they house the girls like where they had Briar. I think they only bring them here for the auction or parties.

Now to get the girls.

I sneak through the halls, moving quickly but quietly. Everyone converged in the room where the auction is taking place, including security, but unfortunately for me, there is one guard escorting girls to the auction and one standing in front of the door to the basement.

I wait as the guard takes another girl to the auction room—not one of the girls I need, thankfully—and once he’s out of earshot, I move.

I stumble through the hall, bumping my shoulder against the wall. The man turns, his face stern with… a hint of annoyance. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “You’re not allowed down here, sir,” he bites out.

“I got lost after I used the restroom, and I can’t find my date.

” I shuffle toward him, swaying precariously.

When I reach him, I pretend to topple over, falling into his cheap, suit clad chest, but slam my fist into his face instead.

He staggers backward, stunned, and I spin him around by his shoulders and wrap my arm around his throat, locking it under his chin.

My bicep flexes as I squeeze his throat with all of my strength, while also dodging his swinging fist.

Every second that this drags on feels like an hour. The other guard is going to come back soon, and this guy is fighting me with his life. My back slams into the wall and I grunt in pain, but I only squeeze harder. Go to fucking sleep, you piece of shit!

With the pain radiating in my back, I miss my chance to weave away from his fist, and it crashes into my mask, possibly making the impact more painful. My cheek bone throbs and I really wish I had brought my knife so I could stab this motherfucker. My back hurts and now my face. I'm pissed now.

Finally , finally, I feel his strength slowly leaving him as succumbs to unconsciousness, just as the smoke alarms shrill overhead, one by one. They echo through the house and when the guard is fully down; I guide him to the floor and fish around in his pocket for the keys to the door.

Now this basement wasn't in the original building plans for the house, so when I was planning out this prison break, this was not part of the plan. It was a not so pleasant surprise when I was looking through the cameras.

Panicked voices carrying up the stairs to me.

“Is there a fire?” one woman shrieks.

“Do you think they’ll come down here for us or leave us here?” another asks.

Even I don't know the answer to that last question, so I have to hurry in case someone comes down here to get the girls. Not that they actually care about these women’s lives, they just don’t want to lose their investments.

The basement is bare, so it isn't hard to find the single room that all the girls are being kept in.

The women gasp and shush each other as I push open the door, and then they scoot back to the wall, pressing themselves against it as much as they can when they see me.

I feel nauseous when I see them. Most of them have mascara running down their faces, some have obviously been malnourished and have faint bruises.

And those are just the wounds I can see.

Their eyes tell that they are much worse off inside.

What should I do? These girls are terrified, and I'm just another strange man, god this mask probably isn't helping.

I pull my mask off and run my fingers through my thick, wavy hair to push it off my forehead.

“Okay, so I know you have no reason to trust me, but I'm here to rescue you? Fuck, I don’t know. I’m not here to kidnap any of you again.

” I should have brought Briar with me instead of sending her to the backyard to wait.

None of them look convinced, fucking obviously.

“I’m sorry. I don't know how to do this. I kinda fucked up with this girl who isn’t my girlfriend, but I’m trying to get her to be, and I told her I would rescue you four.

” I point to the girls from La Lujuria. “She used to work with you, Briar Anderson?” I scan the room.

Some girls are looking a little more convinced, others are trying to disappear into the wall.

“She’s waiting outside for us, but we kind of have to go.

I started a fire upstairs to get everyone out, so we kind of have a time limit.

” I walk toward the girl closest to me and clench my teeth as she trembles, her wrists chained to the wall.

“I’m going to uncuff all of you, and you can choose what you want to do.

” Slowly, I kneel next to the red-haired girl and gently reach for her wrists so I can unlock the handcuffs.

She whimpers as my fingers work the lock, but I keep talking so I don't lose my nerve.

“You can take your chances in the house or outside, or you can go with us on my boat and I can take you to the police or drop you off somewhere. My girl and I are going back to Seattle, and you can come with us.”

As soon as I disengage the lock, I back away from the girl and let her free her wrists from the cuffs. I don't want to touch her more than I absolutely have to. I watch her for a moment to see what she’s going to do, and she stands and watches me too. Okay, I guess she’s coming with us.

As carefully and quickly as possible, I unlock all the girl’s cuffs. One of them decides to test her luck, and she sprints for the door. I let her go.

I lead the girls into the main room of the basement, where I saw a window when I came down, and over to it. “I’m going to climb through and make sure there’s a way out through here, okay?” I inform them before I slide the window open and climb through into the window well.

It’s tall—my height—but with my help, they’ll be able to get over and onto the ground.

I grab the metal ledge and pull myself up a little before yelling.

“Briar! Help!” Her brunette head peeks out from between the tall trees, and she runs over when she sees my face.

She falls to her knees in the grass, dress be damned and leans over the well.

“I’m going to lift the girls. Can you help them? ” I ask.

Her wide eyes sparkle and I hear car engines roaring and shouting around the front of the house. “Of course.”

I nod once and then kneel in front of the window. “I know this isn’t ideal, but I’ll have to lift most of you to help you out of the window well.” I stick my hand through the small opening for the first girl to climb up.

One by one, we get all nine girls through the window and then onto the back lawn. The girls from La Lujuria break into sobs when they see Briar, and that makes the other five girls trust us a little more.

As I’m lifting the last girl up to Briar, someone shouts. “What the fuck!?” He reaches through the window and grabs my ankle, jerking me toward him.

“Shit!” I stumble, my back hitting the metal well, and I let go of the girl.

She and Briar get herself over the edge as I yank my ankle from the man’s grasp.

His hands brace the window and he starts to pull himself through.

Fuck. I slam my shoe into his face as hard as I can.

Once, twice, on the third time, he lets go of the window and falls onto his back on the floor of the basement.

Blood pours from his mouth and nose, but I don't linger.

I turn around and pull myself over the edge of the well and onto the grass.

Briar’s hand enters my vision, and I look up to her. The reason I'm doing all of this.

I grab her hand and start running for the water, with the girls following. Though we weren’t able to save two girls, I still made it out with the ones I told my girl I was going to get. I hope the two that were left in that house get out safely.