Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2016 19:09:33 GMT -5
Taylor was in pain…and she didn’t know how they were going to get out of this. Buster was fucked up…and he was chained like a prisoner. She rolled her head to see a man walk in. He didn’t appear imposing in the least as he crouched beside her. She assumed he was a lacky, someone their boss had sent to speak with her. That was until he started speaking in a calm assured manner. He even knew her fucking name. Taylor blinked, confused until he clarified….He knew because of Buster. He continued to speak, mocking her earlier questions. She wanted to smack him right in his little smart ass face. But then he stood before she could even get to her feet and Taylor felt a painful nudge in her side as she was forced onto her stomach. She grunted and started to push herself up…until she felt the ridges of a boot shoving her back down. “Mother fucker!” She gasp, clenching her jaw when she was pressed down against the floor. Forced to watch the show that was about to begin.
Then Nelson walked over to a small table and told his goons to cut Buster down. For a split second Taylor felt hope. Her hazel eyes locked with Buster’s as he moved toward her. But he was frozen by the stranger’s cold tone. Taylor watched as the knife was thrown onto the floor. She attempted to push upward. She had to help him! There was no way this man would let them free… But the grooves of the boot dug deeper into her neck and Taylor felt the soft pop as the segments of her spine felt the pressure of his weight. She stopped fighting and watched with horror as Buster tangled with the man that was to calm…to collected… He had something up his sleeve…something was going to happen. But nothing had to happen….the man easily handled Buster’s tired slash, avoiding his swing as well.
She bit down on her lip when Buster took an elbow to the ribs…but worse was that when he took a kick. She felt like she could see his ribs give way. He landed in front of her and Taylor had tears in her eyes when she half screamed, half gasp at Nelson to please stop! But her words went unheeded and Buster was chained again. When the man ask if she was ready to listen she tried to nod, forgetting her position for a moment. “Yes! Just stop!” She said hoarsely.
When he moved towards Buster again Taylor started to scream at him. Willing to do anything to keep him from hurting him even more. “C’mon you weak little fuck! You think you’re proving something by hurting an injured man? Tell me what the fuck you want or let me go and give me the damn knife so I can make you a new book cover!” It hurt to speak. It felt like glass had shattered in her throat. But she had to get him away from Buster….how much more could her husband handle?
And then she heard something that made her heard sink. Buster’s words revealed just how defeated they really were… The slender man moved closer and crouched down in front of her. Taylor sucked in a few loud breaths and coughed when the weight was lifted from her neck. She forced herself so that she was sitting up. Glaring at the cold hearted fuck even through her pain. She rubbed her neck while he ask his question. One that made no sense in this day and age.
“Why don’t you find out?” She retorted. Her eyes full of fire.
Then Nelson walked over to a small table and told his goons to cut Buster down. For a split second Taylor felt hope. Her hazel eyes locked with Buster’s as he moved toward her. But he was frozen by the stranger’s cold tone. Taylor watched as the knife was thrown onto the floor. She attempted to push upward. She had to help him! There was no way this man would let them free… But the grooves of the boot dug deeper into her neck and Taylor felt the soft pop as the segments of her spine felt the pressure of his weight. She stopped fighting and watched with horror as Buster tangled with the man that was to calm…to collected… He had something up his sleeve…something was going to happen. But nothing had to happen….the man easily handled Buster’s tired slash, avoiding his swing as well.
She bit down on her lip when Buster took an elbow to the ribs…but worse was that when he took a kick. She felt like she could see his ribs give way. He landed in front of her and Taylor had tears in her eyes when she half screamed, half gasp at Nelson to please stop! But her words went unheeded and Buster was chained again. When the man ask if she was ready to listen she tried to nod, forgetting her position for a moment. “Yes! Just stop!” She said hoarsely.
When he moved towards Buster again Taylor started to scream at him. Willing to do anything to keep him from hurting him even more. “C’mon you weak little fuck! You think you’re proving something by hurting an injured man? Tell me what the fuck you want or let me go and give me the damn knife so I can make you a new book cover!” It hurt to speak. It felt like glass had shattered in her throat. But she had to get him away from Buster….how much more could her husband handle?
And then she heard something that made her heard sink. Buster’s words revealed just how defeated they really were… The slender man moved closer and crouched down in front of her. Taylor sucked in a few loud breaths and coughed when the weight was lifted from her neck. She forced herself so that she was sitting up. Glaring at the cold hearted fuck even through her pain. She rubbed her neck while he ask his question. One that made no sense in this day and age.
“Why don’t you find out?” She retorted. Her eyes full of fire.