Bridgette sighed when she made it back to the small house that she kept in town. It was dark and quiet and she would have found it relaxing if she wasn’t such a nervous wreck. She knew that she had done something crazy but that now seemed like the only available option ever since Laurel died. She knew that she couldn’t run forever, and she also knew that she would never be able to rest until they were all taken down. Crazy was literally the only option she had left.
Bridgette was about to unlock the front door when she noticed something that seemed a little out of place in the quiet neighborhood. She had a large jacket pulled over her shoulders masking the shoulder holster and twin pistols. She quickly unlocked the door and slipped inside the house. She bid the babysitter good night and sent her on her way after paying her. Bridgette then slipped out the back door and made her way through her
Bridgette had grabbed a blanket and a pillow for the Danny Zucko look alike in her living room before deciding to change out of her clothes and into bed clothes. She had just taken off her shirt and was digging for some pajamas when she heard a sharp breath behind her. Bridgette stopped what she was doing but kept her back towards the prospect. She squeezed her eyes shut listening to the sound of feet fleeing down the stairs before grabbing a long sleeved t-shirt and pulling it over her head and then some long sleep pants. When she was done getting dressed she turned around and grabbed the blanket and pillow before heading down stairs. Bridgette found the prospect sitting on the couch with a pale face. His hands were shaking. Bridgette guessed the sight of some of what she had suffered might have been too much.
Kane stood outside waiting to talk to the prospect that had been put in charge of watching the house in town. He had been surprised when he found the car empty and was a little worried that something had happened in the middle of the night. He looked up in surprise when he saw the prospect exit the house. Something about him leaving her home early in the morning didn’t sit right with him. “What were you doing inside?” Kane asked when the prospect stood in front of him. “She made me, man.” He said, shrugging. “She made you? How the fuck did she do that?” Kane asked, frowning. “I think she’s known for a while that we were watching her.” The prospect said. “How the heck?” Kane mumbl
Kane watched as Bridgette’s body seemed to coil ready for a fight. Her chin seemed to be held a little higher as she stared at the woman. Kane could almost smell the contempt rolling off of her. There was something else mixed in with it but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “Ma’am, pardon my rudeness but let me see if I understand what you’re trying to say. You have made multiple trips to my land, the one I specifically told you I wouldn’t sell back to you and then told you to leave immediately. Option two is just as bad though if not worse because that means that you got my billing information from one of the contractors I had hired to work on my house or stalked me. Does that sound right to you?” She asked. “Um… uh… I” The woman stammered again. “Tell me ma’am, which one was it?” Bridget
A/N: There is a scene with severe violence in this chapter. Look for the ****** if you want to skip ahead. However, there is important information divulged.Kane shrugged before going to do as she said. He came back with a frown on his face which she took to mean that the prospect was nowhere in sight. Bridgette sighed and then smiled. Sammy wouldn’t be walking into a bloody scene which left Bridgette free to do as she pleased for a few moments.Bridgette grabbed her hunting knife from the dining table and ran a finger across the blade, smiling at its sharpness. She ignored the mild sting as it bit into her flesh. She held her finger up for the other woman to see. The whole time that same sweet smile was on her lips.********“Well, looks like you won't mind missing the
A/N: Look for the ***** more scense of torture ahead. Bridgette’s voice had been subdued. He knew it must have been hard to hear her aunt talk like that. He couldn’t help but wonder just how many times she used that excuse to get what she wanted. People in this town were genuinely nice people and often felt pity for widows or people that lost their loved ones. He glared at Ginny in disgust but felt compelled to agree with Bridgette. His code was not something that he would sacrifice on someone like Ginny, though the woman tried his patience unlike any other. When Bridgette returned she seemed calmer. In fact her eyes seemed brighter and she seemed lighter than before. Even though she still played with the knife, she didn’t seem as ready to explode as before. It had him wondering just how keyed up she had been and for how long. Whatever happened he was glad fo
Ginny relished in the memories or her niece being raped and beaten repeatedly. Even now she felt herself growing wetter and wetter by the second as her frazzled mind took her back to the past. Took her back to the times where they would beat the young woman and then take her like a bitch in heat.Kane stood there in shock as he stared at the woman before him. She had to be the most disgusting person he had ever met in his entire life. He saw her wiggling and trying to relieve the ache between her thighs. His stomach turned with nausea.“I let them take me.” She whispered, turning to look at Kane with glassy eyes. “I let them take me, all of me, as they raped her. I’d never been so turned on in my life. I’ll let you take me too. All you have to do is help me escape.”
While Bridgette’s eyes were lifeless Kane’s eyes held pain and rage. Dex hated seeing his friend like this. She seemed small and almost broken. She was nothing like the mischievous friend he used to know. Instead of staying around to talk Bridgette went to the living room and grabbed a throw blanket from across the couch and curled up on herself.Kane shrugged before they turned back towards Ginny. They worked quickly and silently as they tied her up and then stuffed her into the body bag. Dex grabbed the finger tips that had been cut off and put them in a bag before hoisting Ginny over his shoulder.“I’ll have the cleaning crew stop by and-”“Don’t bother.” Bridgette said from her spot on the couch.
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