Page 47 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
“I will.” He ran to the wall across from me and pressed a button. A panel slid open, revealing a whole arsenal of weapons. Guns, knives, and other instruments of violence gleaned under the dim lighting.
Another boom came.
The lights flickered in the sex dungeon.
He took out an Ak-47 and a large knife. Hurrying back to me, he sliced through the ropes binding my wrists.
My hands were now free.
Piercing screams and howls rose above us.
The roar of gun fighting came next.
“Savio thinks he can bring this tomy homeand aroundyou? There will be no mercy when I kill him.”
My body shook in fear.
Gabriel gave me the knife. “Free yourself and stay down here. Do not go up there. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes.” I bent over and cut at the ropes on my ankles.
“I can’t let anything happen to you, Mariah. Remain safe.”
“I will, butyouremain safe too.”
“I will. It’s just another day of blood and death.” He rushed up the stairs.
Next, I heard a slam and then complete silence, knowing he had closed the secret wall and locked me in the sex dungeon.
So much panic hit me.
Will he be okay?
I put my attention on cutting the rope.
Sheer terror burst through me. Soon, I had my ankles and the rest of my body free from the orgasm tower. I rushed to put on my robe.
Heart booming in my ears, I headed over to Gabriel’s wall of weapons.
When I started working at the brothel, my father bought me a SIG Sauer P238. The small, light-weight weapon had a classic style and was chambered for .380 ACP. The short barrel was barely three inches.
Father took me to the gun range on my days off, showing me how to clean and shoot it.
I was not excited about having a gun and never wanted to be in a situation where I had to use one. Still, I kept the little gun in my purse on the days I went to work.
Of course, Gabriel didn’t have anything small like my gun.
However, I found a Glock 19. My father had two of these 9mm handguns. I’d shot them a few times at the gun range.
I grabbed one. It weighed heavy in my hands. The barrel was over four inches. My fingers shook as I checked to see if it was loaded.
It was.
Okay.
Swallowing, I kept the gun pointed in front of me and walked over to the stairs.
I didn’t know what I would do exactly, just that I wouldn’t sit down here and be a helpless damsel in distress.
