A Mate for Griffin (14 page)

“You will not touch her.” Earl’s eyes blazed.

Chester took a step towards Earl, then he glanced at Lewis. “What about you?”

Her blood ran cold. Nausea rolled through her.
Please Lord up above. Please. No.
Her first instinct was to try and break free but she knew it would be futile. Her hands were bound too tightly and the men were arguing right there. They had jobs to do. Maybe Earl would win the argument. The guy was a psycho but at least he wasn’t sick. Regardless of the outcome she would try and escape while they were busy.

Lewis shrugged but his eyes brightened up a whole lot. He was clearly interested but at the same time, he was afraid of Earl.

“Come over here. Just take a look at the tits and ass on her. Firm and full. Fuck! Her eyes are a pretty blue. Young and fresh.” he whispered, looking like a starving man and she, the meal. The rabid dog analogy was a good one.

Lewis walked over and casually gave her the once over like he was picking out a side of meat for a barbeque. She tried to talk but the gag muffled her words. She knew her eyes would look panicked.

“No one is fucking her.” This time when Earl spoke, his voice was calm and deadly. “The people who hired us to take her will be using her to frame the vampires. They’re going to kill her and dump her body. How do you think it will look if she has a whole lot of human DNA all over her?” He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, it will look like a bunch of humans kidnapped her and gang raped her and then dumped her body. The guys who hired us are not fooling around. They will come after us and take us out one by fucking one or even worse they’ll hand us over to the authorities who will have enough evidence to put us away for a very long fucking time.”

He turned to face Chester. “Her underwear stays on. Don’t touch her. Since you’re such a fucking pervert”—he made a snorting noise and shook his head—“you can jack off into the trash can or something but don’t get any on her or it’s your fucking head.”

Chester muttered a curse but nodded his head. “Thanks for the information. You could’ve told us sooner.” He looked really upset. What an asshole. He was crestfallen because he couldn’t rape her.

Relief swept through her. At least they weren’t going to touch her. That was something. Sarah was a realist, there was very little chance of her escaping this. If she was going to die, at least her last few hours on earth would not be spent as a tool to slake a bunch of horny men’s lust. A piece of meat, a nameless nobody to be degraded and used as they wished. At least she would be spared that horror.

“You heard Earl. Do your fucking job,” Sam muttered.

“Here…” Earl handed Sam the goggles. “You take these. Help Lewis find the vehicle. Park it in Sweetwater and get your asses back here. I’ll take up position on the roof. You try and escape and you’re dead.” He looked pointedly at her. As if she could magically get the ropes off. “If anyone tries to breach the perimeter, I’ll take them the fuck out.” He picked up his rifle and gave it an almost loving stroke.

“Don’t shoot one of us.” Sam frowned. “You can be as trigger-happy as fuck.”

“Radio before you come in, to avoid accidents.” Earl grinned. The smile disappeared almost as quickly as it had arrived. “Chester, make sure you dig a deep enough grave. I don’t want the body dug up by wolves or bears. In other words, if I see you come back here within two hours, I’m shooting your ass and the rest of us will keep your share of the forty grand. Am I clear?”

Chester clenched his jaw before giving a tight nod. It was evident that there was no love lost between the two. The old pervert reached down and picked her up. He was much stronger than what he looked. She groaned, as the ropes dug into her. Her head spun and her vision blurred. His fingers dug into her arms, holding her up, so that she didn’t fall onto her ass. Her feet were loosely bound. The three others headed out, leaving the door open.

Chester pulled her forward and Sarah turned to look outside. The spotlights were bright, it almost seemed like day in the clearing. A loud sob escaped as she saw the body lying on the grass. Even though he lay at least twenty feet away, she could still see that it was Griffin. The curve of his jaw. The color of his hair. His build. She knew it was him with a burning certainty that had her heart clenching and her breath catching. His chest was soaked in blood. The whole cavity was raised and unmoving. His eyes were open and unseeing. He was dead.

“Come, girl.” Chester yanked on her arms and the rope bit into her. Sarah sobbed again. Tears were streaming down her face. “Are those tears for your boyfriend or for yourself?” He pulled her towards one of the doors. “Save your tears, you’ll be joining him soon enough.” Then he laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to say a prayer for him when I’m covering the grave. He’ll rot in hell. Vampire fuck.”

Sarah had to shuffle fast to keep up. Another wave of nausea rolled through her and she grit her teeth behind the gag. If she puked she might choke on her vomit.

Chester opened the door, not bothering to close it behind him. He tossed her on the bed. Sarah landed face first. Unable to breathe, she panicked for a second, but managed to get her head to the side. She sucked in air through her nose trying to get herself under control.

“Let’s see what we have under this.” He fingered the material of her dress.

Sarah made a negative sound. Trying to say no. She tried to kick out at him but he swatted her ass.

“Be a good girl or I’ll have to smack you.” He laughed, like he’d just told the funniest joke. “You wouldn’t like that very much, I can assure you.” He ran his grimy hands over her ass. “Oh yes, baby girl.” The old pig’s voice was gruff. He turned her around, so that she was lying on her tied hands. It hurt. She could feel tears, still falling down her cheeks, but couldn’t stop. Griffin was gone. Eleanor had warned him that he needed a few weeks recovery at the very least. She had told him that dying again too soon might mean not coming back again. The bullets had been silver.

Silver.

She made a sound of anguish as Chester unsheathed a blade. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m not going to hurt you.” The old fart thought that she was upset because of the knife.

He sliced all the way up the dress, parting the material. His eyes moved over her, stopping on her breasts. “Doesn’t get too much better.” He clutched at the front of his pants and squeezed himself. Chester groaned closing his eyes as he did. “What I wouldn’t give to fuck you, babe. I’m almost willing to forfeit ten grand…that’s how hot you are.” He leaned over, her leering at her.

“Earl never said anything about touching you a little.”

She tried to move away but it was impossible. His hands were on her breasts squeezing and kneading them, hard. Thankfully he had left her bra on but that wasn’t much consolation.

She moaned in both pain and frustration as he continued to grope her.

“Shit…just shit. I haven’t felt tits like that in a long fucking time. It’s a waste that they plan on killing you, baby. A crying shame.” He kneaded her breasts a few more times before finally letting her go.

He gave his pants another squeeze. “Going to shoot my load just looking at you.”

Sarah panicked when he unzipped his pants. Was this guy for real? What a disgusting jerk.

“Just lie there, honey.” His voice was low and husky. He leaned over her, his beady eyes on her chest. His hand jerked up and down and his eyes rolled back. “Fuck me,” he growled. “I wouldn’t need Viagra with a sweet thing like you. No sir.” His breath was coming in sharp pants. “What I wouldn’t give to sample the goods.” His arm jerked back and forth and bile rose up in her throat.

Sarah tried not to watch. She didn’t want to see any part of him. It was bad enough that his disgusting stare was all over her, making her skin crawl just as badly as it would if a whole nest of maggots crawled over her skin. She felt dirty. Sarah couldn’t help it, she cried harder but it seemed to fuel his lust. Chester made grunting noises, which she tried hard to drown out.

Within seconds, his weight lifted off the bed and he groaned. When she opened her eyes he was leaning in the corner, his white flabby ass was bare. “Oh hell.” he sighed. “That was fucking amazing. I haven’t come that hard in years.” He put himself back in his pants and zipped before turning. His face was red and sweaty.

What a pig. What a disgusting, little man.

“I’ll be back later, honey.” He winked at her. “I might not be allowed to fuck you but I plan on touching you some more, that’s for fucking sure. I might never get another chance like this.” He winked at her again. “Oh…fuck! I forgot to tie you to the bed.”

He left the room for a few seconds before returning with a piece of rope. He haphazardly tied her to one bedpost. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere.” he chuckled. “I’ll be seeing you later.”

She made a moaning noise.

“What’s that?” Chester laughed. “You’ll miss me. Ahhh that’s so sweet. I’ll miss you too, honey.” He chuckled as he walked out the door, closing it behind him. There was a sound of a key turning in the lock.

Sarah gave in and wept. Heart wrenching sobs racked her body. She didn’t cry for herself, or what had just happened. She didn’t cry about what was going to happen either. Griffin was dead.

There was a small chance he would come back. That asshole Chester was going to dig a deep grave. There would be no sensors. No one to come to his rescue if he did, by some miracle come back from the dead.

She wasn’t just going to lie here. Sarah was going to fight. She had to twist her body to reach the tie that bound her to the bed. She could only manage putting herself into the pretzel position for a few seconds at a time. It was slow and tedious. After about a half an hour her fingertips started to feel raw but she kept at it. Her wrists didn’t feel much better as the rope pulled tight every time she moved her hands.

She wasn’t sure how long she worked, maybe another half hour or so. Her fingers were definitely bleeding and her wrists were more than likely completely raw but the rope came undone. Sarah lay on the bed, allowing herself a few minutes of rest. Next she would need to work on the ties on her feet. Then she could try and find a knife or something.

A key in the lock sounded and the door to the bedroom creaked opened. It hadn’t been two hours yet, had it? Chester couldn’t be back. Then again, time was a bit of a blur. Maybe it was the other guys. Surely finding and stashing a vehicle would take time. Earl had specifically told them to take it to Sweetwater.

She twisted her neck. Earl was staring at her from the door. What was he doing here?

He smirked, his gaze dropping to her breasts. No! Hell no!

“Looks like you and I have some alone time together. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. Had to make sure there were no more of those bloodsuckers out there.” he smiled. “That geezer thought he could touch you. He thought I would be willing to share you, well, fuck that.”

Her heart sped up.

“Don’t go all wide-eyed on me, girl. You went to those vampires in the hope that they would breed with you. Don’t even deny that you opened those thighs to a whole bunch of them. What’s one more cock before you die?” He shook his head. “Hell, I call it a service to make sure that the last cock you take is human. It would be doing my duty.” He walked over to the bed and loosened her gag.

“Don’t touch me,” she gasped. “I’ll scream. I’ll tell the others.” Her lips stuck to her teeth.

“Scream all you want, princess.” He cocked his head, looming over her. “Feel free to tell the others. Chester would have free rein. Do you really want that old fuck with his mittens all over you? Lewis would be only too happy as well. Young, pimply asshole has probably never had a woman. I doubt Sam would be interested, but you never know. The four of us are sitting tight until your drop off tomorrow. No one knows that we are out here. There’s no one coming to rescue your pretty little ass.” He lifted his brows in thought. “Tell the others that I touched you and your pussy will be well used by the time we drop you off. It will look like half the coven fucked you before killing you. So please, by all means, tell them.”

“Please don’t do this.” She watched in horror as he removed his pants, folding them neatly and placing them on the chair.

“What about DNA? I thought you said that you couldn’t leave any evidence.” Her voice was raspy and her lips were dry. She was trying hard not to panic. “You said that if human DNA was found on me that—”

“Oh yes…thanks for the reminder.” He removed his wallet from his pants and pulled out a silver foil. “And just so you know, I have a whole box of these in the car for the others if you don’t behave and do as I say.”

The piece of shit planned to rape her using a condom. She shook her head. “I’m a person. I have feelings. My name is Sarah. I’m a pre-school teacher. I have a—”

“I don’t give a fuck who you are, Sarah. You should’ve thought about all of that before you made yourself into a vampire whore.” He tore the end off of the foil pack and pulled out his penis. His shirt was still on.

“Don’t you have a sister? A daughter? I know you have a mother. I am someone’s daughter. Someone’s—”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll put the gag back on. My sister would never fuck a vampire. Never. I don’t want you comparing yourself to her.”

“You are about to rape me. How would you feel if—”

He slapped her across the face. Her ear rang and her cheek stung. “Don’t say that. I’m doing you a favor, bitch. You won’t die a vampire whore. A whore yes, but a vampire whore…no!”