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“Fitri, you need to wash off the blood yourself. We’ll do a quick pit stop, but we have to keep on moving, in case there’s anyone else after us.” Samuel drove faster asSiliopened the back window, cooling down my skin.
“I’ll be okay. I’m just worried about Eliseo.”
“I get it. Let’s get the old fucker patched up and head back.”
“Did you get what you guys came for?” she asked Samuel.
It was Gunner who said, “yeah, was the ugliest shit I’ve ever seen. It was half mummified and almost disintegrated the moment we tried to pry a piece of it off. Smelled like shit, too.”
The vehicle stopped, and one of the guys ripped the hem of their shirt, handing it to me. “Bite down on it, old man.”
Fuck.
The moment they lifted me up, I thought my teeth were going to shatter from how hard my jaws were clamped.
I was spread out over the grass asSilistripped naked and jumped into the pool.
“We’re running out of spare clothes. You think she’s willing to go back naked?” Reed slapped Gunner upside the head. “Ow! Fuck you. You know you were thinking the same thing, Reed.”
“I’m right fucking here, you perverted assholes,” I gritted out.
“Us? Weren’t you the one raw-dogging her on the damn ground for all of us to hear? Rubbing it in our damn faces.”
Silicame back, dripping wet, looking like a damn goddess, and I was reminded of the fact that not only did I not deserve her, I might not have a leg left after this.
“Take mine.” Samuel took off his shirt and threw it toward her. She caught it midair and put it on, making Reed and Gunner groan in disappointment.
“Bunch of assholes,” I mumbled.
Silistill had a worried expression on her face as she stared at my leg. I didn't know what to tell her; I was worried, too.
“Give me a rag and some water. Who’s got water left?” she asked as she pulled a blade from her pants and began to cut mine at thigh level. Every jostle made my eyes want to roll back from the pain.
“Here,” Reed’s voice came in muffled as my body started to heat up.
The moment the water dropped on my open wound, fatigue set in. My mind got dizzy asSilitried to clean and dry my wound, pushing it, sending an insurmountable amount of pain through my body, right before everything went black.
Chapter 12
Fitri
Eliseo passing out was a small blessing. I hated seeing him in that kind of pain. We wrapped his leg up as best as we could from the middle of his lower leg all the way above his knee to try and prevent him from moving it so much.
I couldn’t stop thinking about that compound and the fact that there were only five malnourished women there. I was introduced to the ‘flock’ as if I was to become one of them—a shell of their former self.
The men were kind, too kind. From their touches to the way their eyes tried to stare through my clothes.
When they brought me to the room, I knew it was coming. It happened all too often. I was ready for them, but they weren’t ready for me.
The moment I saw the boys, my heart jumped with excitement from the adrenaline rush.What was wrong with me that I enjoyed slaughtering them all?The way their warm blood tasted on my lips was a new sensation; it unlocked something I’d never felt before. I was too afraid to confront it and was glad we had to move quickly to get out of the compound.
Putting my hand on Eliseo’s clammy forehead, I could feel his body temperature rising.
We had stopped for the night with a quarter tank of gas left. The men found a good hiding spot for us to make camp, and now we were resting up. My body aches had all but disappeared, my mind tumultuous with what other mishap we might run into tomorrow.
Kissing his forehead, I stared at the blood that seeped through the makeshift bandage. He was losing too much. Lying beside him, my hand caressed his chest; my mind prayed for a solution.
“We’re running out of fabric,” Reed stated.