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He yanked her body from the trunk and directly into a cluttered and
garbage-filled garage that the car had been backed up to. Katrina
watched in dread when the sun disappeared slowly as the door of the garage was lowered and when the last of the real world was gone, she glanced to him.
He looked oddly normal in a boring sort of way. He was trim, dressed
just like any other person in the world and it was hard to imagine this man wanted to kill her. But he did. There was no doubt in her mind and
he was absolutely going to succeed if she didnāt do something to stop it.
She watched again as he cocked his hand back and his fist once more came flying to her head. And then there was more darkness.
But now she was rousing again just to find herself still bound, still with her mouth taped shut and still horrified this was how she was going
to meet her end.
She wasnāt ready and as tears pricked her eyes, she fought the
overwhelming urge to break down and give up. She was afraid to fight.
She was afraid to stand up for herself but she stomped her foot on the concrete ground she was sitting on and she kept on stomping until her foot hurt and her brain woke up.
She looked around. She was alone. The room was sparse and almost
empty. The uneven concrete floor looked old and it had the musty
mildew smell of an old basement but there were walls.
Dirty old unpainted drywall enclosed the small room and a single
lightbulb hung from the ceiling. There was a folding chair sitting along the opposite wall and a bucket sitting on the floor nearby. A small table
sat next to the folding chair and a roll of duct tape sat on top along with a box of garbage bags and a wound-up length of rope. The sight of those
items alone had the fear pricking her brain.
She tried to focus on what sheād learned in self-defense class but it was hard as hell. Every sound she heard convinced her the man was coming to kill her and concentrating on what she needed to concentrate
on was harder than it had ever been in her entire life. She closed her eyes, replaying the class in her mind, pushing the fear aside as much as possible.
She was fucked if she couldnāt get her hands free so she started working on the tape. She had nails and she whittled at the sticky strong
surface with the nails of her thumbs and middle fingers. She gouged at
the tape, one layer at a time. Sheād stick her nail through, piercing one layer and pulling to tear through it. It was a slow, incessant process and
as her fingers worked through the layers, her hands started to cramp. She
forced her brain to go back to the training.
The eyes, go for the eyes. It doesnāt take much to throw a person off their game when it comes to the eyes. Just the slightest irritation could cause him to lose his defenses. The nose. The nose was also sensitive. The groin.
The hardest of all would be focusing if he choked her. It was
horrifying being unable to breathe but she had to concentrate. If he used two hands, it meant she had two hands free to defend herself and he couldnāt defend himself with his fingers wrapped around her neck.
She swallowed hard at nothing more than the thought alone. Could
she do this? Could she fight and live? Did she have a choice? Fuck no, she didnāt, and she wasnāt ready to be done with this life. Concentrate.
She just had to concentrate.
When the sound of a nearby door being opened startled her out of her
subconscious training session, she yelped and jumped and the panic
started setting in again. Her fingers were still working. Sheād punctured
through a large section of tape but sheād been unable to tear through the
thickness and had to backtrack to tackle a smaller section.
She was trying to visualize what her hands were doing behind her
back, letting her mind see her progress. She had no idea if she was actually making as much progress as she hoped she was but she wasnāt
willing to consider that she couldnāt free herself. She had to free her hands. She had to have her hands.
Eventually there was a loosening around her wrists. She could feel movement that hadnāt been there before. It was subtle at first but the more punctures she made in the layers, the more movement she thought
she could feel until finally she was certain it wasnāt just her imagination.
She could do this. She had to do this.
When she heard feet moving toward her, her fingers instantly stilled
and her heart instantly pounded. She fought the panic but in the end panic won over and as she listened to the feet moving closer and closer,
her eyes filled with tears and terror squeezed her chest like a vise grip.
The doorknob turned and she watched the glint of the metal as it was wrenched slowly. She started fighting the restraint of the tape but while
her wrists were looser, she simply couldnāt break free.
The door was pushed open and the panic she felt before ratcheted up
to a level she didnāt know even existed. Then she glanced up, freezing in
place and holding her breath. The face looking back at her made her gasp
in shock.
āWhat are you doing here?ā
* * * * *
āHey, we just got the plates back.ā Terrell was walking back toward them where Dillon was pacing, Stephens was talking on the phone to the
patrol officer who was on his way to Seth and Smith was staring at the
desktop. Dillon couldnāt seem to stop pacing and even as Terrell
approached, he kept walking back and forth. That was until Terrell spoke
again. āThe plates are registered to Josh Grant.ā
āWhat?ā Dillon wasnāt the only one who said the word or who had shock plastered across their face. āWait. You ruled this one out, didnāt you?ā
Smith and Terrell both nodded and they looked as confused as Dillon
felt. Stephens hung up quickly, handing a slip of paper to Dillon, who grabbed his cell phone and stepped away to call Seth.
Seth still sounded rattled when Dillon spoke to him but he wouldnāt
even hear of Dillon staying on the phone with him when Katrina was missing. Dillon gave him the officerās badge number that Stephens had written down and then Seth practically hung up on him when Dillon offered again to stay on the line.
He returned to the group of men. Greenwood had joined them and it
was the tensest group of men heād ever seen. He was likely the tensest of
all and he stood by shifting from one foot to the other as they discussed
calling in SWAT. Smith ran to grab the file with Grantās address in it. It
was mere minutes before Greenwood had given the okay to contact the
Incident Commander and request SWAT presence and as jackets were
grabbed and guns were checked and holstered, Greenwood grabbed
Dillonās elbow.
āYouāre not going in that house. Do you understand?ā
āIām not staying here.ā Dillonās jaw was tight and clenched as he spoke and he was struggling to keep his composure.
āYouāre not going in that house!ā And then turning to Stephens who
barely looked like he was breathing, Greenwood barked, āYou keep him
in line or itās both of your asses!ā Greenwood stormed off in a rage but
Dillon was blind to it and more than that, he just didnāt give a shit about
it.
They watched Smith and Terrell leave after Smith hung up with the SWAT Sergeant and Dillon was back to pacing. He couldnāt seem to stop
pacing and as Stephens watched him, he swore under his breath,
grabbed his jacket and snatching Dillonās up off his chair tossed it to him.
āYouāre going to drive me nuts if I donāt get you out of here. Come on.
Iāll cuff you to the fucking car door if I have to but we can at least be there.ā
Dillon breathed a heavy sigh and followed Stephens from the
building. Seth called as they walked to Stephensā car. The patrol officer was driving him back to Mollyās house and they were only a block away.
The officer was to stay with them until he heard otherwise and when Seth commented that he could see Molly standing in the driveway
waiting for him, he was finally able to let go of one source of panic and
focus fully on the other.
āDad, please get Ms. Page back. She has to be okay.ā Sethās voice was
barely a whisper and he could tell he was choked up. It broke his heart to
hear his son so emotional. Seth was the cool catāhe didnāt get emotional.
āWeāre doing everything we can, bud. I promise. Iāll talk to you
soon.ā He listened as Molly met him hopping out the car and then he was gone. Seth was rightāshe had to be okay. He understood the
desperation in Sethās voice. It was the same desperation he felt. She had
to be okay.
* * * * *
Josh was eying her as he sat on the chair. He held a handgun in his lap and he kept staring at it as though he was confused by it. Heād not left the room in the fifteen or so minutes since heād shocked the hell out
of her when he entered. Sheād not expected to see his face.
He just watched her. He was as odd in this setting as he always had
been in her classroom. She tried to engage him in conversation but he refused to answer her. He just stared. She kept working on the tape, timing her questions to Josh when she was poised to puncture a
fingernail through a section of tape. Not that he would respond but she
hoped her incessant questions would be a good cover for what her hands
were doing.
āJosh, you donāt have to do this. You didnāt kidnap me, youāre not in
any trouble yet.ā That statement left a large section of duct tape torn completely through and she wriggled against the wall as though she was
uncomfortable to hide the movements she needed to make. āPlease, Josh.
Youāre a good man.ā
The fuck he was. He was a lunatic and she wanted to beat the shit out
of his creepy-ass self.
Then she heard it. More footsteps. It hadnāt escaped her attention they
couldnāt possibly be alone. The man whoād taken her from Imogenās was
the man she recognized from the contracting company that had done
work on her bathroom, not Josh. How they knew each other was outside
her scope of reasoning and it seemed an unlikely partnership to be certain but it wasnāt her concern at the moment.
Josh seemed as weak and vulnerable even here as he always was and
it wasnāt he who concerned her most. It was the occasional footsteps above her that did. They were the other man, Clinton Lathrop. He scared
herānot that Josh didnāt but it was a different type of fear.
The footsteps she heard suddenly started moving around more and
when a door opened and the sound changed to footsteps coming down
stairs, her fear spiked and she started twisting against the restraints again and digging her fingernails through layers of tape, picking and yanking
at the fibers. If she pulled with the grain of the fibers there was little resistance and if she kept the sections narrow enough she could yank and
tear through the thin sections that went against the grain. But it was a damn slow process and she was struggling in her panic to hide her desperate movements.
She whimpered when Clinton suddenly opened the door and Josh
stood, looking at him nervously. āWe ready to have some fun, kids?ā His
voice was sickeningly jovial and she shuddered at just what that might mean to a fucking wackjob as himself. The erection that strained the front
of his pants almost made her gag but it was made all the worse when she
noticed a similar arousal in Josh who still looked nervously back and forth from Katrina to Clinton.
āYouāve met my dear friend Josh, I see. A pleasant reunion for you two? Heās sorry he had to drop out of your class but he was attracting a
bit too much attention for my liking.ā
And then sauntering toward her, he spoke conversationally. āWe met
a while back. He wasnāt difficult to find. Already a student in one of your
classes and heād obviously taken a liking to you. Caught him jacking off
in his car to a picture of you and it was just instant friendship.ā He
smiled brightly, as only a lunatic could in such a situation and Josh sheepishly looked away.
āDoesnāt say much but heās proved helpful and I promised him a big
payoff. I mean, those photo creations alone were pure genius. I couldnāt
have done that. I clean pipes for a living, for fuckās sake.ā
And then walking to Josh, he placed his hand affectionately on the top of his head and continued in a whimsical voice. āCleaned his pipes a
time or two, havenāt we?ā When Josh started trembling and failed to answer, Clintonās fingers curled and tangled in Joshās hair before he yanked his head back to look up at Clinton. āI said, havenāt we?ā
Clintonās face was lascivious and his smile was pure lunacy.
āYesā¦yes, Clint.ā
āSee, my good friend has had plenty of uses to me. We have a lot of
fun together. And since youāve been so preoccupied with your cop,
weāve had to be patient.ā He looked down to Josh with a sympathetic, if
not sad, look on his face.
āBut Josh isnāt you, dear.ā His eyes returned to Katrina. āAnd Iām tired of making do with his ass when what I really want is yours.ā
Katrinaās entire body started to tremble. She was digging into the tape but it was useless. Sheād never make it in time.
He started moving slowly, tauntingly toward her. He tiptoed with a
completely contrived look of trepidation on his face. He was toying with
her, torturing her nerves, and he was good at it. The moment heād get near her, heād take a few steps back in a bizarre swaying dance. Katrina
started whimpering and crying as he tormented her and slowly closed in.
āAll of you. I want you to scream, I want you to bleed, I want you to
beg and then I want you to die.ā His eyes were wide and maniacal as he
glared with a sickening expression down to her. He was standing in front
of her, his crotch at eye-level. His arousal was quite obvious and Katrina
had bile rising up in her throat at nothing more than the bulge in his jeans. When he touched his crotch, she groaned in emotional agony.
The horrible tremble that was running through her body hid what her
fingernails were desperately trying to do behind her back, and she stared
straight at his pants as her mind focused on the tape. She gouged, she picked and she tore until she thought her fingertips must be bleeding.
When he kneeled down in front of her, he reached for her neck,
gripping with one hand. He was squeezing, slowly tightening his hold.
She couldnāt stop the panic from inching in as her air was cut off. Forcing
her fingers to work while his hand remained on her throat was nearly impossible but it was her only chance.
Her eyes filled with tears as he stared at her. She held his eyes as his
fingers tightened and then loosened and then tightened all over again.
He knew how to torment and every time she felt the constricting
pressure of his fingers around her throat the panic would cloud her brain
and her fingers would still. She used the occasional reprieve he gave her
when heād loosen his hold to focus on her task. Sheād cough as the air suddenly flooded back into her lungs and it was then sheād yank, stab and twist against the tape.
Josh remained sitting on the chair nearby. He looked terrified but he
also looked crazy and when she met his eyes she begged. āPlease, Josh.
You donāt have to do this. Heās already hurt you but you can stop him.ā
The moment she got the words out Clintonās grip on her throat
tightened again and cut off her voice as she started struggling to breathe.
When he leaned his face down to her, he was close enough to kiss her and she wondered for a moment if he would. āJosh is mine and he knows his place. Now how about we get you out of those clothes so you
can show us what weāve so patiently been waiting for?ā
He released her throat and she gasped for air. When he grabbed her
elbow, yanking her up to her feet, she could feel the already partially torn tape tearing further and she instantly shrieked to hide the sound.
She was left standing in front of the men with her hands only loosely bound.
Her heart was racing. It was excitement, but terror, all in one breath.
There was little question she could yank her wrists free at this point, thanks to the weight of her body being pulled up by her arms but it didnāt mean she was ready to. She was terrified of what she needed to do.
Clinton pulled a long knife from his back pocket and though it sent a
driving urge to tear her hands loose and try to fight she held her ground.
She had to wait until he was distracted if there was any chance of keeping that knife out of her body. So she gasped and took as many tremulous breaths as she could. He started at her throat with the knife,
cutting through the fabric and when heād finished with her shirt he reached a hand out to her breast, gripping her harshly through her bra.
He turned toward Josh, who appeared to be cowering as much as she
was. āRemember the fucking checkerboard I cut into her fucking tit?ā It
was an opportunity. She might die taking it but it was now or never. The
knife was held slack at his side and he was turned from her. She was terrifiedāshe was more terrified than sheād been in her entire life but if
she was waiting for a time when she wasnāt terrified to move sheād be waiting until this man killed her. And so she yanked.
* * * * *
The house was small and surrounded by overgrown bushes and trees.
It was obviously ill-kept and the bushes alone were going to make their
approach difficult. The black car was backed up to the garage and that was all the confirmation SWAT needed to enter.
There was a large bank of low-branching trees on the side of the garage and on the opposite side of the house. It was making it difficult for the SWAT team to circle the property effectively and monitor all sides
at once.
Dillon could do nothing but watch from a distance that made him
uncomfortable. Hell, the whole thing made him uncomfortable and he
was going to be on the brink of losing his mind until this thing played out.
Knowing she was in there and he couldnāt get to her was pure torture.
It was more torture than heād ever felt and he knew, standing by Stephensā car with him, that it had been a mistake to come.
He couldnāt do this. He couldnāt stand by and let someone else try to
save her. She was too close and he was just too damn unhinged to sit back. The moment he took even one step toward the house though
Stephens was there with his hand on his elbow, pulling him back. āFuck,
Stephens. I canātā¦I canāt fucking do this.ā
āThen you need to leave!ā
They watched as Smith and Terrell approached the front door of the
house behind the SWAT team. The men were in position. It was time.
* * * * *
The moment Katrinaās hands swung away from her body Clinton
whipped toward her. The snarl coming from his mouth coupled with the
monstrous sneer on his face froze her in place and when his fist shot out,
hitting her square in the gut and throwing her into the wall behind her,
she was effectively stunned into immobility. She also couldnāt breathe thanks to the air heād knocked out of her lungs.
Her face was down toward the floor as she tried in vain to suck in enough air. When his palm met her throat again, gripping tight, she clutched at his wrist.
She was panicking. She knew she was and she knew she didnāt have
the luxury of her panic if there was any hope of surviving but then she
was no longer holding out much hope of that happening. She was
gripping and clawing at his hand but it was to no avail.
When she saw him lift the knife, he was taunting her. He was holding
it so she could see it clearly. She couldnāt breathe and he was showing her just how much control he had and just how much control she didnāt
have. But the knife glinting in front of her lit a fire in her gut and when
his fingers tightened just marginally, she fought. She brought her knee up into his groin as hard as she could and as his breath escaped in a rush
of agony his grip was loosened and the knife clanked to the floor. She dropped to her knees, grabbing blindly for the knife handle as he grabbed the hair at the top of her head and yanked up. But she found the
handle and as she looked up into his furious, vengeful eyes, she brought
the knife up and plunged it into his side.
His eyes bulged, his mouth dropped open and he let out a god-awful
guttural groan as he sank to the floor in front of her. The look in his eyes was shock. He stared wide-eyed at her before he found his bearings and
started reaching for the knife still sticking out of his side. But she was faster than he was and she grabbed the handle again, wrenching it from
his body as he fell back.
Josh stood from the chair whimpering like a scared child, but
however scared he looked, he held the gun in his hand. It trembled as his
whole body vibrated and as she raised her hands in the air, she started
pleading. āPlease. Please, Josh. You donāt have to do this. Please.ā
āShoot that bitch, you stupid fuck.ā His voice was gurgling and blood
was bubbling up from his mouth as he spoke. āYou fucking loser. Shoot her. What are you waiting for?ā
āPlease. Please donāt do this.ā Josh stood trembling and whimpering.
He could barely hold the gun steady but as she watched in horror he adjusted his aim. She cried out at the last moment and he fired.
* * * * *
Stephens tackled him to the ground as he sprinted across the lawn.
The shot was unmistakable and it was discharged before any of the SWAT team had made it into the house. He watched the group storm through the front door and as they disappeared he could do nothing but
listen to the shouts coming from inside.
Stephens refused to release him and kept him pinned to the ground as
the shouts continued. Dillon felt as if he were dying. He couldnāt endure
it if she died and heād never felt closer to insanity than in that moment.
He was pinned like a crazed animal to the ground, listening to the fight
for Katrinaās life play out without him.
The garage door opener suddenly activating shocked them both and
Stephens leaped from Dillonās body, pulling his sidearm from its holster.
Dillon followed his lead the second he was up off the ground and they rounded slowly and cautiously toward the garage from their place on the
front lawn.
The front SWAT team was all within the house, storming through the
residence in response to the shots fired and he could hear the men in the
back, fighting to get through the foliage and branches that blocked their
path around to the front of the garage.
They had no idea what awaited inside the garage but the second he heard Katrinaās whimpers he threw procedure out the window and ran
out into the driveway as Stephens cussed and yelled after him. He came
face-to-face with Josh and Katrina standing within. Josh held a gun to Katrinaās head and he was whimpering and shaking as much as she was
ābut as frightened as he might be he was threatening her life.
He pushed her out of the garage in front of him. Dillonās gun was trained on his head, and Stephensā was too from his place on the lawn.
He wasnāt going to lower his gun until the man was dead or gave up his
gun in surrender. Dillon glared at him, holding his focus within the sites
of the handgun.
He wanted so desperately to look at Katrina, see if she was okay, simply see her alive but he forced his eyes to remain on Josh.
āI justā¦I just want this to be over. I donāt want this. Please. Just let me
go.ā Josh was whimpering, sobbing as he walked farther out into the driveway.
āLet her go now!ā He bellowed at the man. Josh flinched and cried out at the sound of his voice but he refused to let her go. āYou let her go
now or I will kill you!ā
Josh started sobbing but the gun remained in place. The man was
breaking apart. He was losing his mind in front of them. SWAT officers
were just finally breaking through the trees to the front of the house, and
the moment they rounded the corner with their semiautomatics up,
Joshās grip on Katrina loosened and he raised the gun to his own head.
āKat, get down!ā He yelled as the SWAT officers started barking
orders at Josh. She dropped to her knees and just as she did, Josh discharged his handgun, putting a hole through his head.
His body crumpled to the ground beside her and she started sobbing
with her hands over her ears. SWAT officers surrounded Joshās body as
though he might reanimate at any moment. They trained their M-16s on
his lifeless body and Dillon ran to her, scooped her up in his arms and walked with her to the front lawn where Stephens was walking in circles
with his hands on his head.
Dillon melted with her in his arms, sinking to sit on the grass with her
in his lap. She was crying against his chest and she seemed more in shock
than coherent. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling at last the panic
start to subside. He stroked her hair as she quietly cried and he held her
chest close to his to shield her nakedness from the men milling about.
Paramedics approached once SWAT gave the all-clear and she was taken
from him again. But this time she was safe.
He watched the ambulance pull away and he turned to Stephens who
was on the phone. He knew it was Greenwood and he knew the hospital
was going to have to wait lest he give the man even more reason to fire
him.
She was safe, Seth was safe and for the first time since he met her, he
didnāt doubt sheād remain that way if he stopped worrying about her for
more than one second. It was over.
Chapter Thirty-Two
āWeāre keeping you overnight. Itās just a precaution but youāve taken
a few good knocks to the head today and Iām concerned you could have
a concussion. If youāre doing okay tomorrow weāll release you. Do you have someone who can look after you for a few days?ā
Doctor Jorgenson was a kind older man who looked at her in much
the way her own father had whenever sheād get hurt. His sympathy
alone left her in fresh tears every time he said something nice to her.
āSheāll stay with me.ā
āAnd you are?ā
āIām Imogen. Iām her best friend and she lives with me sometimes.
Errā¦I donāt know. Do you live with me now, love, orā¦I mean, I really
canāt keep up with the drama anymore.ā
Kat chuckled and then winced as her laughter caused her head to
shoot pain through her like lightning bolts.
āYeah. I live with you. At least thatās the last place I remember being.ā The doctor smiled at her before turning to Imogen.
āYou can stay if youād like. I want to keep visitors to a minimum but
if sheād like someone here Iām fine with it.ā He excused himself, giving
Katrina a kind pat on her shoulder.
Smith and Terrell showed up a
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