got one major lady boner for Four. Sadly, life sucks, and mine, in particular, sucks big-assed monkey balls.
Well, Four, I’m committed. I’m terrified as all get out and fear I’ll fuck this up, but I’m committed.
This is the fight for my life. So, I commit. I commit with Four’s words churning through my head, coaching me, testing me, infuriating me with the stoic distance he placed between us, but most importantly with his words telling me I can do anything if I put my mind to it.
Anything?
Like kill?
Is that what he thought when he said I could do anything? “You, sweet Moira, my little minx, you will become a killing machine.”
Is that what he thinks? If he really does believe in me, and if I do somehow manage to get out of this, the first thing I’m doing when I see him is jump the man’s bones.
He’s hot, and I’ve got the hots for my teacher. I like him, and he’s the only man on the planet who doesn’t want me. That makes him insanely attractive. And let’s get real here. After this shit show, I deserve to ease this terrible ache within me.
The moment I see his scruffy face, I’m either going to put that scruff to use between my thighs, or demand he make good use of what’s between his legs—meaning the whole sliding in-and-out thing.
But first, there’s the small problem of me being a captive sex-slave waiting to be delivered to a monster thing to overcome.
I focus on the present and commit.
My fingers curl around the knife’s handle and I wait.
“Commit, Moira. You’re stronger than you know. I believe in you.” Four’s words lend me strength. I’m glad he believes in me. With Four’s words of encouragement spurring me on, I do exactly what he taught me. I empty my mind and focus on my task. This time, I’m not fighting to free myself from one of Four’s impossible holds.
My intent is to take a life.
Bossman makes no secret of what he’s doing. At first, he keeps his back to me, but he turns around in the tiny shower and faces me. The water pouring over him hides most of the sound, but his grunts deepen as he reaches a frenzy.
I close my eyes, keeping my senses attuned to what he’s doing, and maintain my submissive posture. I want him to see me on my knees. To imagine I’m there for him. To see me as weak and no threat.
His grunts and groans escalate, ending with a shout as his release takes him. He washes up. The water turns off.
I brace.
Commit, Moira. Four’s words fill my mind, almost as if he’s here with me, and I commit.
Bossman slides open the shower enclosure.
He dries himself with a towel.
On my knees, I position myself right beside the lavatory door, tucked up back against the wall. He must walk past me, which is exactly what he does.
Bossman takes one step. I bow my head.
He takes another step.
I lunge and draw the sharp blade over the back of his heel, slicing deep to sever his Achilles tendon on the left.
I don’t stop.
I grab his other ankle and slice through that Achilles too. Disabled, and effectively hobbled, he’s still a formidable threat. Bossman drops like a load of bricks, howling and clawing at me.
Commit! Four stays with me, coaching me, and pushing me to follow through. Don’t hold back! Defend yourself.
“You fucking cunt.” Bossman’s eyes grow wide as I launch on top of him. With his hands wrapped around his legs, I easily pin his arms.
His throat’s exposed.
Commit!
Dissociated from what’s happening, l watch from outside my body.
My arm comes down. The steel edge of the knife cuts through his skin. I miss the artery but hit the jugular.
He knocks me off. One hand goes to his throat while his murderous eyes take me in. He grabs my neck with his free hand, squeezing the tender tissues and choking my breath.
Black spots swim in my vision as I try to loosen his grip on my neck. I pry one finger free and gulp air.
There’s blood everywhere. It pours out of his neck. His legs kick, smearing more blood from the cuts at the back of his heels. His blood saturates my tank top and seeps into my shorts. It mats my hair as he rolls on top of me.
He reaches down with his other hand to grip my neck, but the gash in his neck reopens. Blood spills out, splashing on my face