Free Hacked by Tim Miller Page B

wasn’t interested, and he flipped the fuck out. Then last night, I’m taking out my trash and a car pulls up, next thing I know he’s dragging me into his fucking rape van.”
         “Who was the other guy?” Erin asked.
         “A guy I worked with who happened to show up around that time. He tried to rescue me, but we saw how that turned out. I never liked him much anyway, but he couldn’t take no for an answer and he was a big pussy. Rodney fucked him up with little to no effort.”
         “Wow, that’s cold. That guy tried to help you.”
         Abby realized she was sounding like a heartless bitch now. Jason had tried to help her and he did like her on some level. They’d been friends, but his death hadn’t yet affected her. She’d felt pretty number over all, other than her earlier anger toward Erin. They got up and continued walking in silence.
         “What time do you think it is?” Erin asked.
         “I don’t know. 5 or 6 a.m. maybe?” Though the sun was barely up, the heat had already started to kick in. Abby’s forehead was already beading with sweat. They got a short distance further when they saw the animal staring at them from the middle of the trail.
         It was a coyote. The animal stood in the middle of the trail as if it had smelled them coming and was just waiting. It was maybe twenty or thirty feet ahead. The girls held still as the coyote slowly approached them.
         “What do we do?” Erin asked.
         “Just don’t move. It will hopefully sniff us and run away.”
         They stood perfectly still as the animal slowly approached them. It sniffed at Erin’s feet, but its ears were folded back still. The coyote walked toward Abby and sniffed at her. The thing even put its nose near her crotch, sniffing at her wound. Suddenly Abby was tumbling forward right on top of the animal. Erin had shoved her right into it. The coyote growled as its jaws clamped down around her broken hand. Abby screamed as Erin was running away. That little fucking cunt. Abby tried not to panic as the coyote’s teeth dug into her injured hand, twisting and pulling on it, sending fiery pain up and down her arm and shoulder. All she could do was focus on surviving, so she could kill Erin.
     

Chapter 19
     
         Rodney struggled against the cuffs as sunlight poured in from the open van door. His ass felt as if someone shot a flame thrower into his asshole. That fucking cunt was going to pay dearly. Though much of his anger was at himself for getting so careless. He’d never imagined in a million years one of his girls would get the drop on him that way. He was sure he’d broken her, but she fooled him. This was the second time she had made a fool out of him, but there would not be a third.
         Just out of his reach was the ice pick he had dropped earlier. Reaching forward with his fingertips, he was able to barely touch the icepick. Carefully, he worked it into the palm of his hand until he could grip it. Once it was in his hand, he spun it around, angling it into the lock wiggling it back and forth as it pressed onto the locking mechanism. Finally the cuff snapped open as he pulled his hand free. He rolled over and jammed the ice pick into the other cuff and got it open. Now free, he grabbed his jeans and pulled them back on along with his shoes. She had taken his shirt, but he still had his wife-beater on.
         Going through the toolbox, he found the big claw hammer and climbed out of the van. Walking was painful due to the anal violation he had suffered, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He was determined. Once out of the ditch he looked around trying to figure out which way the girls had headed. Looking around he turned to his left and began marching down the trail. As he walked along he occasionally stopped and listened. There was no sound, he had hoped to hear them talking.
         Both girls were seriously hurt, so they couldn’t