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doorstep.”
Jeffereys’ narrow, pock marked face and slicked back hair made him look like an inmate of Folsom prison. Flanking him were Goatee and the Headbanger Kid. All three had automatic rifles at the ready.
Dana laid the SIG at her feet.
“I told you she’d go around,” Headbanger told Goatee. “Now pay up you cheap bastard.”
Goatee sighed and pulled out a wade of bills, slapping them into the kid’s hand, as though paper money was still worth something.
Jeffereys’ eyes were scanning her up and down as though he’d just won himself a shiny new trophy. The black leather outfit he wore squeaked whenever he shifted. “Now give that pistol a nice kick in our direction.”
She complied and Headbanger scurried forward to scoop up her weapon.
“Did you kill him?” she asked and the edge in her voice only made the men laugh.
The grin on Jeffereys’ face stretched from ear to ear. “Sweet darling, what do you take me for, some kind of murderer?”
Carole Cartright
Salt Lake City Airport?
The sound of thumping was rhythmic and constant.
Boom... boom... boom...
A stabbing pain in her head accompanied each beat and as her eyes began to open, the source of the thumping soon became clear. It was the blood vessels around her brain, a liquid vice grip squeezing her tighter and tighter with every excruciating beat of her heart.
Carole looked about her. She was in a darkened airport gift shop, hanging from the ceiling, luggage straps attached to each arm, cutting into her wrists. Holding her legs were more straps which had been tied to aisles that once contained books and candy, but had since been stripped bare. Her shirt had been ripped open, exposing her breasts. She didn’t remember anything that had happened after she blacked out. But the pilot with the girl on the leash undoubtedly wasn’t too keen on having his balls crushed. She had expected a level of retribution, she had maybe even expected death. If she was lucky it would be quick. With this group, however, it would more than likely be slow and incredibly painful. She could live with that, no pun intended. What she couldn’t have lived with was knowing she’d left Nikki behind to be tortured, raped and who knows what else. Carole had found Nikki’s attempts to hunt through the security office for a gun amusing, but right about now she wished more than anything they had found one. If they had, she’d have dropped the pilot right out of the gate and maybe then they’d all be safe.
From the other room came sounds that made Carole struggle against her constraints. The muffled cry of a girl calling out for help. Sounded like Nikki’s voice, but she couldn’t be sure because of the other sounds she was also hearing coming from that same room, grunts and groans and the prospect of what they were doing to her sickened Carole. But more importantly it enraged her.
The power was still off, making it hard to see further than a few feet in front of her. The knots in the luggage straps were crudely made, as though the person who’d tied her up was doing it for the first time. Crude or not, they weren’t nearly as tight as they should have been and Carole could only assume they must have thought she was nearly dead. Which wasn’t terribly far off.
The back of her head was wet with blood. Must have happened when she was knocked unconscious.
The girl’s voice came again, this time accompanied by a nerve shattering shriek; Carole began to rotate her wrists, trying to work her hand free, kissing her thumb and pinkie finger together as she did. The strap was moving, bit by bit she could feel her wrist slipping out from the knot. A shadow emerged out of the darkness. Wearing a ripped suit shirt and pants, he entered the store, hardly noticing her. He was rummaging through the shelves for food. The man’s hands fumbled onto a bag of potato chips and he tore it open, cramming the contents into his mouth. Next to the now empty chip rack was a showcase for
Jeffereys’ narrow, pock marked face and slicked back hair made him look like an inmate of Folsom prison. Flanking him were Goatee and the Headbanger Kid. All three had automatic rifles at the ready.
Dana laid the SIG at her feet.
“I told you she’d go around,” Headbanger told Goatee. “Now pay up you cheap bastard.”
Goatee sighed and pulled out a wade of bills, slapping them into the kid’s hand, as though paper money was still worth something.
Jeffereys’ eyes were scanning her up and down as though he’d just won himself a shiny new trophy. The black leather outfit he wore squeaked whenever he shifted. “Now give that pistol a nice kick in our direction.”
She complied and Headbanger scurried forward to scoop up her weapon.
“Did you kill him?” she asked and the edge in her voice only made the men laugh.
The grin on Jeffereys’ face stretched from ear to ear. “Sweet darling, what do you take me for, some kind of murderer?”
Carole Cartright
Salt Lake City Airport?
The sound of thumping was rhythmic and constant.
Boom... boom... boom...
A stabbing pain in her head accompanied each beat and as her eyes began to open, the source of the thumping soon became clear. It was the blood vessels around her brain, a liquid vice grip squeezing her tighter and tighter with every excruciating beat of her heart.
Carole looked about her. She was in a darkened airport gift shop, hanging from the ceiling, luggage straps attached to each arm, cutting into her wrists. Holding her legs were more straps which had been tied to aisles that once contained books and candy, but had since been stripped bare. Her shirt had been ripped open, exposing her breasts. She didn’t remember anything that had happened after she blacked out. But the pilot with the girl on the leash undoubtedly wasn’t too keen on having his balls crushed. She had expected a level of retribution, she had maybe even expected death. If she was lucky it would be quick. With this group, however, it would more than likely be slow and incredibly painful. She could live with that, no pun intended. What she couldn’t have lived with was knowing she’d left Nikki behind to be tortured, raped and who knows what else. Carole had found Nikki’s attempts to hunt through the security office for a gun amusing, but right about now she wished more than anything they had found one. If they had, she’d have dropped the pilot right out of the gate and maybe then they’d all be safe.
From the other room came sounds that made Carole struggle against her constraints. The muffled cry of a girl calling out for help. Sounded like Nikki’s voice, but she couldn’t be sure because of the other sounds she was also hearing coming from that same room, grunts and groans and the prospect of what they were doing to her sickened Carole. But more importantly it enraged her.
The power was still off, making it hard to see further than a few feet in front of her. The knots in the luggage straps were crudely made, as though the person who’d tied her up was doing it for the first time. Crude or not, they weren’t nearly as tight as they should have been and Carole could only assume they must have thought she was nearly dead. Which wasn’t terribly far off.
The back of her head was wet with blood. Must have happened when she was knocked unconscious.
The girl’s voice came again, this time accompanied by a nerve shattering shriek; Carole began to rotate her wrists, trying to work her hand free, kissing her thumb and pinkie finger together as she did. The strap was moving, bit by bit she could feel her wrist slipping out from the knot. A shadow emerged out of the darkness. Wearing a ripped suit shirt and pants, he entered the store, hardly noticing her. He was rummaging through the shelves for food. The man’s hands fumbled onto a bag of potato chips and he tore it open, cramming the contents into his mouth. Next to the now empty chip rack was a showcase for
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