Wicked Creatures by Jessica Meigs

Author:Jessica Meigs [Meigs, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-10T22:00:00+00:00

Scott woke up to the sound of a soft, steady drip-drip, almost a plop, really. His head was fuzzy, and it was a struggle to get his eyes to open, not to mention stay open. Giving up on his attempts to open them, he instead looked inward, examining his body one area at a time, trying to figure out why he hurt so badly.

He knew where he was; that wasn’t in question. He was still zip-tied to the metal folding chair he’d been put into on his arrival, his wrists raw and aching from straining against his restraints. Hell, his entire body felt raw and achy. More than achy: in sheer agony.

Brandon had done a real number on him. The man appeared to have a love affair with brass knuckles and had a punch that rivaled some of the worst of which Scott had been on the receiving end. Brandon wasn’t a big guy, so Scott had been surprised by how hard he could hit. He was pretty sure a couple of his teeth were loose, and if his jaw wasn’t cracked, he’d be shocked. His bottom lip was busted, and one of his eyes was swollen nearly shut. The steady dripping was coming from his mouth, where his busted lip was plopping blood onto his jeans. He tried to take a deep breath and aborted the attempt; it hurt too much to breathe, which meant he probably had broken ribs.

He was alone in the basement, and he had no idea where Brandon had gone. Not that he cared. So long as Brandon was nowhere near him, he was, if not pleased, at least temporarily content. Instead, he focused on the restraints binding him to the chair, hoping they’d loosened up during the beating he’d received, at least enough for him to slip his hands out of them. He strained against them, putting all the strength he had left in his arms into pulling against them in the hopes they’d break, but it was no use. He wrenched against them again then stopped as he heard a door somewhere above him open and close. Three pairs of heavy footsteps crossed the floor above, then the basement door opened, spilling muted light from upstairs into the basement.

Oh, son of a bitch, not again, he thought with a grimace. It wasn’t like he couldn’t handle whatever his captors threw at him; Henry had trained him thoroughly in such matters. But who wanted to voluntarily get the shit beaten out of them again? He hung his head, closed his eyes, and went limp, breathing slowly and shallowly.

“Put it over there,” Brandon barked, and a moment later, there was an odd, hollow metallic clang against the concrete floor. Several muffled, heavier thuds followed the noise. Then Brandon approached and smacked him on the side of the head. “Wake up.”

Scott jolted in his seat, feigning like he’d been unconscious until Brandon had struck him. He opened his good eye and tilted his head up slowly, looking at Brandon with as much hatred as he could muster.

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