Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“I don’t like this,” Hank said.
“None of us like this,” Daniel said. “Fuck me.”
They all stared at one another. Killing this piece of shit would be easy for all of them, but right now they needed to find those women.
“I guess we’ve got to head back home and start doing some investigating,” Cyrus said.
Hank had gone and stood in front of the board where it displayed a good girl and a bad girl.
“You’d think if the girl was good, she would have been kept here, maybe with some television, or some ice cream or shit. His rewards are clearly displayed for all to see. Yet, none of them are here, why?”
“Maybe they were both bad, which is why he went to a different town and started to search.”
“We need to talk to that other woman,” Daniel said. “See if she said anything.”
“She’s already gone home to her parents, and other than the fact he kidnapped her, she didn’t know anything,” Cyrus said. “Remember. All he kept telling her was to be a good girl.”
Daniel shook his head.
Hank had moved on from the good and bad girl board, and started to look around the basement.
“Be careful, you don’t know what kind of traps this man has set,” Daniel said.
“Dude, he hasn’t set many traps, look around you.” Hank frowned. “I’m trying to think of myself in terms of a weird dude.”
“A weird dude?”
“I kidnap women in order to build up my own special harem. I keep them locked in the basement and give them rewards for good behavior. However, assuming both my current women have been bad girls, it’s time to bring in someone else,” Hank said.
It painted a messed-up picture.
“Sure, I’m prone to violence, but I don’t kill my girls. However, they’re bad girls right now, and I want to add to them, so what do I do? I have to stash them.”
Cyrus saw what he was doing.
“But I live in a nice neighborhood. Probably with nosy neighbors, and they like to meddle. So, I’ve got to stash them inside the house, but in a way that makes it impossible for them to move. I can’t allow them to make too much noise.” Daniel joined in and he spun around.
“This shit is fucked up,” Cyrus said.
However, they started to look at the basement for possible signs of a door, or something that could stash a human.
After looking through the whole basement, they found absolutely nothing, and Cyrus was pissed. “Then it’s got to be upstairs in the main house.”
When they got to his house earlier, none of them had even considered what they might find.
They carefully moved from room to room throughout the downstairs. Cyrus was the first to go upstairs, and he thought about the good girl. What if the good girl was exactly that, a good girl? So, she got to stay upstairs in the guy’s bedroom.
He went to the room he assumed was Luke’s and stepped inside. Tipping the bed up, he checked to see if there were any hidden doors or secret hideaways. There was nothing.
Next was the en-suite bathroom, and finally, he began to pull out all the clothes, and that was when he saw a small door with a single key inside. Without waiting for a response, he flicked the key and twisted it. He opened the door, and there, chained with her arms above her head, was the girl from the “good girl” side. She was sweating, and her eyes looked wild. There were fading bruises all over her body.
“In here,” Cyrus said, calling out to the others.
“Fucker,” Hank said.
Her mouth had a single layer of tape across it, and she looked terrified. The good girl got to say in his bedroom.
Daniel took the lead, and Cyrus stepped back. One woman was found, and he went and stood by the man’s window. As he stood in the window, he looked at the man’s garden. It was pristine, but he noticed there was a single garden shed at the bottom of the yard. The garden was just a layer of grass, nothing indicating someone who liked to garden. He didn’t like the look of that shed.
“She’s in the shed,” he said. He just knew it, and as he made his way downstairs, then out into the yard, he got to the shed and found it locked with a bolt. This time there was no key, but he didn’t need one. Lifting up his foot, he brought it down to the door and slammed it open.
The “bad girl” was curled up, shivering. The son of a bitch had left her in the garden shed, as the night’s had started to go cold, without a single layer on. She was completely naked, and it looked like she had some wounds that had started to become infected.
****
“How can anyone do that?” Willow asked.