Free Let Me Go by DC Renee Page B

in
jail for a rape he didn’t commit and she was pretty damn sure he
was raped, violated, whatever you want to call it while he was in
prison. She really had to stop feeling bad for him. It was doing
her no good.
    But one part still made absolutely no
freaking sense. She still didn’t know what any of this had to do
with her. She didn’t accuse him of rape; she didn’t put him in
jail. She didn’t even know him at the time. So then why did he
believe it was her?
     
    *****
     
    “Good God, Benny, forget your dick for a
moment and tell me what you think. She remember accusing me of rape
or not?” Mason asked Benny after Kat had gone to her room.
    “You know, man, I can’t get a read on that
one. There is something off about her, like she didn’t do it in the
first place. But we both know that ain’t the truth. So really, I
have no fucking clue.”
    “Damn, Benny, you were supposed to
know.”
    “Give me more time. I’ll come over more
often and hang out with her. Maybe I can get a better feel for her.
Shit, maybe she’ll think I’m her friend or something and she’ll
confide in me. Then we’ll know what the hell is going on in her
head.”
    “Yeah…yeah, I like that idea. You are going
to start coming here then, it’s settled. You got keys and you’re
set up on the system. You can stop by whenever you want, whether
I’m home or not. Get under her damn skin like she’s gotten under
mine.”

Chapter 12
    Kat couldn’t
believe she had been imprisoned for over two months. But more
importantly, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t gotten through to
Mason yet or figured out how to get away.
    The past two months had been practically the
same as her first week there. She woke up early and did more
household chores than she could count. Mason found new ways for her
to wash various parts of the house. His friends started coming over
more often, and at least after they had left, she had a reason to
clean. Man, those guys were pigs.
    She had tried breaking into his office desk
on several occasions, but apparently, she would have made a shitty
thief. Aside from somehow smashing his desk, which most definitely
outweighed her by a ton, she wasn’t getting in.
    She still hadn’t been outside, and being
cooped up was making her stir crazy. The only thing she found
comforting was Benny. He had started coming around after their
first meeting, sometimes when all the guys hung out, sometimes when
Mason was there, and sometimes, he just hung out with her. She
learned that Benny and Mason became friends in jail when Mason had
been in some kind of situation in which Benny helped him out. He
had hinted that he met Mason once before, but that it was a
coincidence. She pressed him about Mason and who he was in his past
life on many occasions, but Benny always said it wasn’t his story
to tell. She did, however, from little things Benny and even Mason
said, figure out that Mason was some kind of handyman with no set
schedule. That explained why he was sometimes home when others
would normally be working.
    She also found out that Benny was a cross
between a gang member and a mobster. It was like he was a
high-class thug. Not that she wanted to associate herself with
criminals, but she had actually grown quite fond of Benny. He was
surprisingly a nice and funny guy. And she actually looked forward
to the times they were able to talk.
    The one thing Benny never got tired of
reminding her was that Mason was a good guy. Sure, a guy holding
a girl against her will as a slave was definitely a great guy. The sad part was that she actually believed Benny, to some extent.
Mason hadn’t physically harmed her. He wasn’t nice by any means,
but he wasn’t really all that mean either. They barely spoke. They
had their usual little spats, where he would go off on her, and
then she’d give it right back to him and escape to her room. Other
than taking her life away from her, you know, such a little thing,
she didn’t really have an opinion