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Breathe.

Breathe.

It took all of her concentration to breathe through her nose and not choke on her saliva, since the rag barely let any of it come out of her mouth. Now she felt her nose filling up with snot. Dammit, why had they zip-tied her hands again before taking her to the dock?

“I’ve got the charges set,” Luke said as he stepped over Jada’s head.

“Wonderful. You did your job.” Was Naomi’s sarcastic reply.

“Wonderful, you’re going to fail at yours. Looks like you’re going to end up killing the director’s pet.”

“What?”

Naomi crouched down next to Jada. “Ah shit. You can’t breathe, can you, Baby?” She stroked Jada’s hair and Jada jerked away. Now she started to cough or tried to. She was going to die for sure.

Luke laughed. “Yep, look who’s fucking up now.”

“Give me your knife, you asshole,” Naomi hissed.

“What, you need a favor from me?”

Jada couldn’t catch her breath. She felt black closing in around her. Her body heaved.

“You fucker, give me your knife!” Naomi shrilled.

Jada’s body bucked again as she tried to get air in through her nose and couldn’t. She felt pressure near her temple. Then she felt a sharp pain.

“Dammit.”

“Oh, did you cut the director’s toy?” Luke laughed again.

Another stinging cut, then relief—Jada could breathe!

“What in the fuck is going on around here?” the scarier sister asked as she stepped over Jada.

“Your girlfriend screwed up. She almost let your little guest choke to death, then when she tried to fix things, she cut her. I’m sure the director is going to be real happy with the work you two lesbo bitches have managed to do,” Luke taunted.

A shot rang out and Jada flinched.

Luke screamed. “You shot me in the leg!”

“It’s only a flesh wound. Now tell me you have all the charges set.”

“You shot me!”

“Tell me about the charges, or I’ll shoot you again,” the crazy sister named Jenny said calmly.

“I’m bleeding.”

Another shot rang out.

“You hit me again!” the man screamed. “You’re a psychotic bitch!”

“Did. You. Get. The. Charges. Set?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I got all the C-4 from Butch’s car, there was more than enough, everything will go up like the Fourth of July. The detonator’s right here, in my hand.”