Third Person POV.
Pains were all Peter felt sitting on the chair he was bound to. It had been two months
if not more since David had held him hostage.
To say he was already tired was an understatement. Peter wanted out. He had served as Andrei’s punching bag and David’s as well.
The men had vented and wanted a video that was nonexistent. He chuckled lightly at the thought that David and Andrei were fools dancing to the tune of music he had played for
them.
That was it really, because if not both men would have known he was only lying. That
he framed that video shit to get them scared and they fell for it.
Peter never knew he was that smart, yeah but what happened had confirmed that.
“Bastards.”
He swore under his breath, and a dark chuckle vibrated from his lips.
Yeah, Peter had agreed he was smart but unfortunately, his smartness hadn’t gotten him out of this hellhole and every blood in his body was screaming to be let the hell out.
If he checked properly, he hadn’t eaten for days now and hell his intestines were
growling in anger.
As he was sulking in the darkness surrounding him, he heard the clanging of the front
door and his instincts told him they were back.
He watched through the dark room as the door to the room he was in fluttered open and the
brooding David stepped inside.
Peter saw the expression on his face. He looked angry with a murderous intent on his
face.
He watched David hobble about in the room before switching on the light.
Then David pranced before him, crossing his arms over his chest.
Peter took him in and smiled. Amid the intent to kill lying on his face was the frustration he barely concealed.
Peter agreed it tasted good getting David Truman frustrated.
And he wasn’t about to make this session easy too.
“Ready to talk?” Came David’s voice.
“Hmm…”
Peter croaked, hiking up his brows. “What’s there to talk about again?
You can never lay your hands on the video. That, I assure you.”
Peter was sure David stood three steps away from him but how he had managed to pounce
before him before he could blink an eye surprised him.
Fear nearly suffocated him but he deadpanned.
“I’ll ask you one last time, where is the fucking video?” David growled over Peter’s face.
“I’d advise you to save your strength, Truman. This wouldn’t ever make me speak, you know.”
His words were met with a slash of the knife over his chest.
Searing pains shot through Peter but he drowned his cry of pain.
His eyes shimmered with hatred as he faced David.
“You know, your sweet child is under my custody,” David whispered, the air carrying his
words across to Peter.
Peter started tugging the binds stopping him from acting.
He boiled in rage as David rounded him, babbling.
“And that precious ex-girlfriend of yours would taste nice you know? After having one of
my devour that part between her legs, feed her with his cum. Then I’d take over. I wonder how her blood would taste with this..” He waved the knife in front of Peter, shrugging nonchalantly. “Sawing through her long neck. Nice right?”
Peter howled, seething. Tugging at the ropes.
“You can’t fucking hurt them!” He raged.
David paused before him with an evil smile taking up his lips.
“Trust me, I’d. And I’d happy doing it.” He muttered, lowly.
Yet Peter refused to speak.
On a whim, David fisted Peter’s hair in his hand, pushing his head backward. He
leaned down, keeping the knife on Peter’s cheeks, drawing blood.
“You know I can do anything for Vera. I mean anything.”
Peter smirked, and suddenly he spat on David’s face.
That was the last stroke and David out of frustration and anger sank the knife
into Peter’s thighs.
“Ahh,” the man cried at the sizzle of pain.
He panted, watching David through bleary eyes.
“You don’t mess up around me, Peter. It’d only draw you close to your grave.”
At that, David felt another urge to inflict pain on Peter so he slashed the knife over Peter’s chest, dragging it down to his stomach.
Howls of anguish vibrated from Peter’s lips.
Tears ran down his jaw.
He couldn’t take it.
“I’ll end you, David. You can’t get away from this.” He swore.
David was about to respond when he got a call from the office.
Cussing under his breath, he dropped the knife he was holding just beneath Peter’s feet.
He went outside to take the call.
As Peter’s gaze swept over the knife, a glimmer of hope washed over him.
There’s one thing about frustrated men. They’d always end up making a mistake and
that was what David had done.
He had made a costly mistake.
Peter gazed at the knife as determination for freedom shone through his eyes.
And he waited until dusk to strike.
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It’s been hours since David left with Peter struggling to get rid of the ropes bounding
him.
He dragged his toes over the knife, wanting to push it closer to him.
It was a hard task no doubt but he kept on trying.
He would be dammed if he gave up fighting.
With a heavy breath, he kept moving the knife until it was sitting between his toes.
With additional effort, Peter used it to cut through the ropes binding him.
Coming over to his hands, he tried to slip one hand free from the rope.
Dragging his hands through the ropes with difficulty, his wrist ended up being ripped.
However, Peter managed to slip his right hand out.
He gushed out a long breath and then used the knife to cut the rope as it still tied his
left hand to the chair.
After that, he staggered to his feet, breathing heavily.
His eyes turned from the dizziness and pounding headache.
This was freedom. Something he had craved for days and nights.
His clothes were drenched in blood. His blood.
And one of his eyes swelled up from the beating he had received from Andrei.
“That fucking bastard.” He swore under his breath to deal with Andrei.
Then Peter staggered to the door.
The wounds on his thighs and legs slowed his movements.
However, he insisted, walking gently outside the room.
The mansion was dark all over but he had been submerged in darkness for months that
he could now see well with it.
With that, he located the stairs. The spiral staircase was filled with dust just
like every other part of the mansion.
Peter found his way outside the mansion and then, walked down the porch.
He was just about to creep into the woods when he saw the headlights flashing.
And then he knew it was them.
Quickly, he sped on his heels, running through the woods.
Peter grunted at every movement he made but he knew he was close to his freedom.
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After getting information from his spy that there seemed to be no video as
Peter had claimed, Andrei barged into the night and took his car to the mansion.
His intentions was to get rid of Peter because after all, the man was useless. He was no longer needed.
Of course, seeing his face brought back memories of Helen.
That bastard, Andrei cursed. He made them believe there was evidence that could
ruin David’s life.
Thank goodness, that was just a lie.
As he neared the mansion, Andrei saw through his headlights that someone was coming
out of the mansion.
His instincts became high, his gaze sharp.
He bristled from the driver’s seat, removing his seat belt.
Andrei grabbed his gun from his holster as he exited the car.
Without warning he fired the bullet.
He heard a groan and quickly he made a run for it, chasing after him.
Peter was escaping! He realized and dived into the woods.
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Andrei shot into the air as he moved faster, his breath roaring.
He couldn’t see any trace of Peter but he knew the mother fucker was around.
Ratatat….
He shot again, edging deeper into the woods.
He’d be damnned of he left Peter scott free tonight.
A look around told him David was hiding around in the corner.
In anger, he roared. “Show yourself, bastard!” His voice rang through the air.
As he whirled around, searching for his prey, Andrei heard a low grunt.
But before he could respond, he felt a sharp stab by his side.
“Ahhh,”
He grunted in pain as both men fell to the ground.
The struggle for dominion continued, with each of them refusing to give up.
They rolled on the ground as Peter aimed to stab Andrei’s eyes.
He had managed to kick Andrei’s gun away and seemed to be getting the upper
hand.
“You think you could get away huh?” Andrei remarked. “Bummer Peter because there’s no way you can escape me tonight.”
“Lies!”
Peter barked, laughing manically.
Andrei rolled them over but Peter didn’t relent.
He surged to his feet, managing to grab Andrei’s gun before Andrei could.
With the gun in grasp, he fired three shots at Andrei.
Andrei juked to the side, the bullets slamming against the tree swiftly.
“Who now won, bastard? Of course, I did!” Peter’s voice rang through the
air.
“Fuck
you!” Andrei cussed in Russian, firing a dagger at Peter from his hiding spot.
“Oh, you are way fucked than I am, Andrei!”
With that, Peter released bullets nonstop.
Even though Andrei was trying to avoid being hit, one of the bullets impaled his left arm.
Peter smiled victoriously, thinking he had killed the big bad mafia Byki.
That made Peter backpedal through the woods and run away.
Fuck, he smiled…
He had dealt with Andrei and now his target was David Truman.
And Vera comes next.
His ticket to freedom from the Sokolov twins!
To be continued.