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Bethany finished up the stairs. She entered the room first, while Amanda followed behind. Huerto, The sick pervert who had kidnapped each of them and called himself a husband, was in the back, carrying his rifle with him.
Bethany looked to the bed. Her puddle of blood still remained. She clenched her stomach wound. She was dizzy.
Get a hold of yourself.
Bethany squeezed her eyelids closed, grimaced, then remembered she had one chance to escape.
Find the knife.
“Ok my little lady. Are you ready to get our wedding underway?” Said Huerto to the young blonde teenager.
Amanda sniffed, but did not answer.
“I love you, you know,” said Huerto.
Amanda sniffed again.
“Say you love me bitch!”
Huerto smacked the young woman across the face with his rifle. After she kept at a hunch and he started to swing again.
“HEY!” Said Bethany.
The pock-marked Huerto stopped. He looked at her funny, smirked then raised the barrel in her direction. “What was that, honey?”
“Don’t hit her.”
Huerto shifted the bolt handle then locked it down, loading his rife. “Dear, I’m beginning to wonder if you’ve forgotten how this relationship works. Have you?”
Bethany looked down. She spotted the bloody knife. It was on the ground behind Huerto.
“I’m the master, you’re the slave. Right?”
Bethany gulped. She looked at Amanda.
Amanda barely shook her head. “No,” she mouthed with her lips.
“Right?” said Huerto, holding the gun to Bethany’s pale cheek.
She finally nodded.
“All right, great!” He hugged Amanda in close with his free arm. “Let’s get the ceremony underway. Are you excited baby?”
Amanda didn’t answer.
Huerto threw her headlong into the desk near the window. “I said, are you FUCKING excited!” He walked over to her then kicked her in the stomach.
Bethany looked at the ground. The knife was in plain sight, and Huerto’s back was to it.
“ARE YOU?” Screamed Huerto.
Get it. Get the knife.
Bethany started after it, but as soon as she did Huerto whirled around and loosely aimed the gun at her. “Where are you going?”
Though she was curled up in the fetal position, Amanda bit Huerto on the front of his shin.
“Ahh!” He returned his attention to her and smacked Amanda in the ribs with his barrel.
Bethany moved fast, too fast. When she reached for the knife she kicked it instead. Over shoulder she saw the painful expression on Amanda’s face. The young girl bit Huerto’s leg again anyways, and dealt with the repercussions.
The knife had slid under the dresser. Bethany crouched to her hands and knees and reached for it. The blade cut her fingertip and she felt it spin away.
She could hear Amanda getting pummeled. Time was running out. Bethany lowered all the way to her stomach, felt around underneath, then finally took hold of the handle. She shimmied her arm back out, knife in hand. She gritted her teeth, shot to her feet, then turned around.
“What the fuck are you doing?” said Huerto. He was holding Amanda up, his fist clenching her hair.
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