112 Chapter 112

"Remi. Do as I say. Go. We're not going to get anything out of this guy tonight. It's late."

The man on the floor started laughing again. "I saw the tape. You look good in that cute little lace number. If I was a college guy in that room, I would have fucked you six ways to Sunday."

Remi snapped. She ran over kicking the guy square in the face, spitting on him. "Fuck you, you sick freak!"

Laughing, the guy sounded just like Olive at the height of her hysteria. "You'll never make it through this alive. The leader will hunt you all down and you'll die. Join them or die."

"We rather rot in hell!" she scowled.

"You just may." Suddenly the man went quiet before a tear fell from his eye. "Help me. Please."

Suddenly everyone stopped. What was going on? A captor usually didn't ask for help. They'd plead for their lives, but never asked for help."