to a road. Even though she was naked, she ran right up to it and waited for a car to come by. Soon, she'd be able to get help.
She waited for what seemed an eternity, but there were no cars. It was only some old dirt road, probably hardly ever used, if at all. Again despair swept over her.
The sky was getting dark and she shivered, as the air cooled. There was no sense going anywhere else in the dark, so she decided to find a comfortable spot on the side of the road, and try to sleep. It didn't matter if she was asleep when a car came by. She'd make sure she was visible to the road. Surely, anyone driving by would stop to help a naked girl in the middle of nowhere.
Preston slowed to a crawl, scanning for a sign of habitation, but saw the same landscape of greens and browns, bushes and trees. Greens and browns and pink-Wait! he thought. What was that patch of pink back there?
Angel curled herself up into a tight ball and fell asleep quickly despite the hard cold ground she lay on. Vivid, frightening dreams invaded her mind. She was being beaten and tortured by Joe again. She hadn't escaped after all. She twisted and writhed on the ground, groaning, as the dream torture continued.
The dream changed, and she was in a warm, comforting place. She'd been rescued again. Strong, protective arms held her close. She recognized the arms. They belonged to Preston. She sighed contentedly. It was so wonderful being held in his arms again. In her dream, she scolded herself. It's not really Preston. He's dead. But maybe I'm dead too. Maybe I died during the night, and I'm with my Master just as I planned.
She heard his voice. “Angel,” he whispered. “Everything's going to be all right now. I've got you and I'm not letting you go again.'
Preston cradled the unconscious Angel in his arms. Her body temperature was low, and she was weak from what must have been a savage beating. He draped his jacket over her, trying to warm her up. “Come on, Angel,” he whispered. “Wake up. Don't leave me.” He felt his eyes well up as he considered he might be too late.
At last, her moans and shivers stopped, and she seemed to settle down. “Oh, Preston,” she sighed in her sleep. “At least we can be together like this.'
Preston's face brightened. She was definitely coming around. He shook her lightly. “Angel, it's really me. I'm not dead, baby. Wake up.'
Her eyelids lifted slowly. She looked up at him dreamily. “Master,” she said weakly, “I didn't even think they'd let slavers into heaven.'
He burst out laughing. “I don't know if they will, but we don't have to worry about that right now, ‘cause we're not dead!'
Suddenly she blinked and slowly sat up, looking around. “I–I'm not dead!” she shouted, touching her own body in disbelief.
“No.'
“And I'm not asleep?'
“No!'
She turned and looked at him, tears of joy already streaming down her face. “It's really you?'
“Yes,” he laughed.
“Oh, Master!” She threw herself arms around him and squeezed so hard he couldn't breathe. “But I saw Joe shoot you!'
“Ack,” Preston tried to reply.
“Oh, I'm sorry, Master,” she said loosening her grip on him.
“Still a little sore, right there. And th-'
“Oh, Master!” she repeated, squeezing him again. “I'm so happy! I can't believe it!'
“Urgh,” he groaned, as he pried her loose once more. “Try to restrain your enthusiasm a little. For now, at least.'
He pulled her close again and kissed her. There was no mistaking the reality of the gesture.
But just as she seemed to be melting into him, she pulled back, her eyes wide. “Oh my God! We have to get back to the cabin!” she said. “Joe's crazy! He's prob-ably killing them right now!'
“Okay,” said Preston. “Can you take me there?'
“I don't know. I'll try.'
He grabbed a couple of flashlights from the SUV along with his gun. “Let's go.'
Wearing only Preston's jacket, Angel led the way back into the forest.
CHAPTER 35
Melissa groaned in despair. Her face was buried in Sharae's crotch, forced to stay there by the way Joe had tied her. In turn, Sharae had her own face in Melissa's twat and was using her tongue to lovingly stroke Melissa's sex. Melissa couldn't believe Sharae was actually getting off on this. But it was obvious Sharae was horny. And Melissa had to admit it did feel nice-much better than Joe's harsh abuse. But Melissa would have preferred to have her boyfriend eating her and herself to be untied.
With an angry tug, she tested the ropes as she always did. She gasped. Something was different this time. She was sure she felt a snap in the cords, as if a knot somewhere had come loose. Her heart raced as a glimmer of hope formed. Could it be? A miracle?
“Awesome!” she heard Joe exclaim followed by a sharp squeal from Megan. Melissa wondered what Joe had done to her now. In a way, she was glad Joe had the other women to torment. It was a terrible thing to think, but it took his attention away from her.
She had lost count of the days since she'd been snatched from her work place. But now, with that little slip in the cords, maybe she could count the days till she was free.
“How're my favorite ladies doing over here?” Joe suddenly was next to them.
Melissa sighed in relief as the ropes binding her to Sharae were loosened and removed. She was left with only wrist and ankle bindings.
“You're so wet, Rae. Such a good whore,” Joe commented. Melissa yelped as he smacked her across the face. “Why can't you be more like her? I paid good money for your skanky ass.'
Fighting her anger, Melissa looked away from him and said nothing. She knew if she did, he would only find another way to torture her. She didn't want to give him any reason.
Joe laughed at her. “Cunt.” He picked up Sharae and carried her over to the bed.
Melissa caught a glimpse of Megan and her eyes widened as she took in the painful position the other captive was tied in. The classic hogtie, Melissa thought, using the unwanted knowledge she'd gained since being abducted. But Megan was also suspended in mid-air. A hanging hogtie. It looked excruciatingly painful. She shuddered just looking at it. In terror, she wondered if that was what Joe had in mind for all of them.
As she stared in sympathy at the dangling girl, she saw a rope she hadn't noticed at first. It was tied around Megan's throat and pulled taut to an eyebolt in the wall. It limited her swinging, but Melissa wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad.
She sighed as Joe returned to her, preparing herself for another attack. Instead he pulled her up to a sitting position. She saw that he had tied Sharae to the bed spread-eagled.
“Thought you might enjoy watching the festivities,” he said. He sauntered over to Megan who whimpered as he approached. He grabbed the rope that was tied around her neck and pulled up on it, laughing. “Poor Meg.'
Megan's eyes widened and she began to struggle.
Melissa watched in horror, knowing the rope was cutting off Megan's air supply. She gave another yank on her own bonds, again surprised that she felt them loosen a little more. She kept working on the rope. If it kept giving, she'd be free soon. Hopefully soon enough to help Megan.
