Glory (Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Michael McManamon
away.
Adam didn't know what to make of anything that had happened. He leaned against the wall and sat down heavily onto the floor. He kept the knife in his hands, clutching it to his chest.
He took a few deep breaths.
He was okay. Safe.
For now.
He looked away from the door and faced the window in his living room. He could see that the sun was beginning to set. The sky had turned to a beautiful shade of red.
Chapter 5
When Claire awoke, she was handcuffed to a metal desk. She pulled at it and found that it was bolted to the ground and wasn't about to move.
She turned away from it and looked around. She didn't know where she was. She couldn't remember. There were tools. A car. Windows.
She was in a garage.
It all came back to her.
She thought about her father, how he had come in and attacked her mother. She had had to hit him over the head with a lamp. She still wasn't sure if she had killed him - not that she was all that worried about it right now . It hadn't been her father.
Her brother had come in and finished what her dad had started. He had killed her mom - thei r mom. Claire hadn't been able to stop it. Not that time.
Then she had run. Her brother had followed.
She had made her way to the gas station. And, once she got there, she had fallen.
Claire looked down at the palms of her hands. They were scraped badly, bleeding. Even her jeans had been ripped. Again, she wasn't all that worried about it at the moment.
What sh e wa s worried about was the man, the one who had shot her brother. She remembered him smiling at her, saying he was going to enjoy fucking her. That toothpick in his mouth. His tattoos.
She turned to face the door leading out of the garage. She was sure that he was out there. Waiting.
Her heart began to race. So did her anger.
She couldn't believe that this man had taken her prisoner. With all that was happening, it was just one more thing that didn't seem right.
She pulled at the handcuffs. They made a loud clanging sound, but didn't open.
She dug her fingers into the cuff and tried to pull. No luck.
She heard a laugh.
"What are you doin' darlin'?" a voice asked her.
Claire looked and saw the man standing in the doorway. The man who had shot her brother. The one who wanted to fuck her.
"Let me go!" she said. Her voice was more forceful than she had wanted. She knew that she shouldn't be taunting him. She should try to be kind, appeal to his better side. If he had one.
He looked surprised at her outburst, then laughed again. He walked closer toward her. She could see that he still had the shotgun strapped over his shoulder.
"You haven't thanked me, yet," he said.
Claire stared at him, her anger continuing to rise. But, this time, she also felt fear. Here she was, trapped. Handcuffed to a metal desk. There wasn't much that she would be able to do to him.
"Let me go," she said again. She softened her voice.
He laughed once more. "I already told you, you've gotta thank me."
She stared into his eyes. She could see that he wasn't going to bend. He wasn't going to let her go.
She pulled at the handcuffs again. Not enough to make a sound. Just enough to know that she wasn't getting out of them.
She sighed, overcome with defeat. She didn't know what else she could do. She felt helpless. She lowered her head.
"Please, let me go," she pleaded.
"No, no, no. I can't. It isn't safe out there. I've gotta protect you. You should be happy about that."
"I am happy that you protected me. But, please, let me go now."
"You didn't thank me."
" I di d thank you."
"No, you didn't. Not the way I wanted. Know what I mean?"
Claire looked up at him. He was standing close to her, smiling with that toothpick sticking out of his mouth.
She did know what he meant. She hadn't fucked him yet. That's what he wanted.
"Please, let me go," she said once more.
He shook his head. "Not until you thank me properly."
He turned around and left the room.
Chapter 6
Jane couldn't see anything anymore. It
Adam didn't know what to make of anything that had happened. He leaned against the wall and sat down heavily onto the floor. He kept the knife in his hands, clutching it to his chest.
He took a few deep breaths.
He was okay. Safe.
For now.
He looked away from the door and faced the window in his living room. He could see that the sun was beginning to set. The sky had turned to a beautiful shade of red.
Chapter 5
When Claire awoke, she was handcuffed to a metal desk. She pulled at it and found that it was bolted to the ground and wasn't about to move.
She turned away from it and looked around. She didn't know where she was. She couldn't remember. There were tools. A car. Windows.
She was in a garage.
It all came back to her.
She thought about her father, how he had come in and attacked her mother. She had had to hit him over the head with a lamp. She still wasn't sure if she had killed him - not that she was all that worried about it right now . It hadn't been her father.
Her brother had come in and finished what her dad had started. He had killed her mom - thei r mom. Claire hadn't been able to stop it. Not that time.
Then she had run. Her brother had followed.
She had made her way to the gas station. And, once she got there, she had fallen.
Claire looked down at the palms of her hands. They were scraped badly, bleeding. Even her jeans had been ripped. Again, she wasn't all that worried about it at the moment.
What sh e wa s worried about was the man, the one who had shot her brother. She remembered him smiling at her, saying he was going to enjoy fucking her. That toothpick in his mouth. His tattoos.
She turned to face the door leading out of the garage. She was sure that he was out there. Waiting.
Her heart began to race. So did her anger.
She couldn't believe that this man had taken her prisoner. With all that was happening, it was just one more thing that didn't seem right.
She pulled at the handcuffs. They made a loud clanging sound, but didn't open.
She dug her fingers into the cuff and tried to pull. No luck.
She heard a laugh.
"What are you doin' darlin'?" a voice asked her.
Claire looked and saw the man standing in the doorway. The man who had shot her brother. The one who wanted to fuck her.
"Let me go!" she said. Her voice was more forceful than she had wanted. She knew that she shouldn't be taunting him. She should try to be kind, appeal to his better side. If he had one.
He looked surprised at her outburst, then laughed again. He walked closer toward her. She could see that he still had the shotgun strapped over his shoulder.
"You haven't thanked me, yet," he said.
Claire stared at him, her anger continuing to rise. But, this time, she also felt fear. Here she was, trapped. Handcuffed to a metal desk. There wasn't much that she would be able to do to him.
"Let me go," she said again. She softened her voice.
He laughed once more. "I already told you, you've gotta thank me."
She stared into his eyes. She could see that he wasn't going to bend. He wasn't going to let her go.
She pulled at the handcuffs again. Not enough to make a sound. Just enough to know that she wasn't getting out of them.
She sighed, overcome with defeat. She didn't know what else she could do. She felt helpless. She lowered her head.
"Please, let me go," she pleaded.
"No, no, no. I can't. It isn't safe out there. I've gotta protect you. You should be happy about that."
"I am happy that you protected me. But, please, let me go now."
"You didn't thank me."
" I di d thank you."
"No, you didn't. Not the way I wanted. Know what I mean?"
Claire looked up at him. He was standing close to her, smiling with that toothpick sticking out of his mouth.
She did know what he meant. She hadn't fucked him yet. That's what he wanted.
"Please, let me go," she said once more.
He shook his head. "Not until you thank me properly."
He turned around and left the room.
Chapter 6
Jane couldn't see anything anymore. It
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