Hitchhiking into Hell - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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The door slammed behind me, sending me sprawling across the floor. Scarlett's fingers dug into my chin as she forced my face up.
"Changed your mind already, sweetheart?"
"Now we're talking. You've got two options here—leave in a body bag or play by my rules. And I don't tolerate disobedient girls."
I choked down the acid rising in my throat.
"You know me, Scarlett. I've got... particular tastes. Serving men isn't punishment for me—it's what I live for."
Scarlett's lips curled as she studied me, then let out a soft, mocking laugh.
"Oh right, Vanessa mentioned that. Almost forgot." She waved a hand. "Fine. I'll arrange something special for you."
I was certain my face betrayed nothing when I asked to serve Hank and Daniel. Vanessa must've told her I'd arrived in their truck.
But the second the words left my mouth, Hank materialized in the doorway. His eyes locked onto me like a predator spotting prey.
"Scarlett, the boys said she's willing. How about letting me have her as a little reward?"
Scarlett didn't even blink before nodding. Hank's grip closed around my arm before I could protest, dragging me upstairs.
Daniel wasn't there.
I'd failed.
Hank threw me onto the mattress like a sack of grain. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the worst—
Then hell broke loose downstairs.
The acrid stench of smoke hit me first. A scream ripped through the air.
"FIRE! THE WHOLE PLACE IS GOING UP!"
Hank barely flinched, his weight crushing me into the sheets. Then—bangbangbang—Daniel's frantic pounding shook the door.
"UNCLE HANK! MOVE YOUR ASS OR YOU'RE TOAST!"
Black smoke billowed through the window. The screams turned shrill. Finally, Hank shoved off me.
"Goddamn jinx. Worst luck of my life crossing paths with you."
He yanked his shirt off, tying my wrists to the bedframe in three brutal knots before bolting. I thrashed until my skin burned—no use. Sobs wracked my chest as I screamed for help.
The door exploded inward. Daniel.
Smoke choked the room as he hauled me up, carrying me downstairs at a dead sprint. The entire compound had emptied—even the basement girls stood outside in the chaos.
A crowd of panicked faces.
Scarlett's roar cut through the noise:
"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS? FIND THEM!"
Beside me, Daniel's expression stayed calm. But I felt the tension coiled in his muscles.
Then Hank's gaze snapped to him.
"Daniel. Where the hell were you while I was busy with her?"
Daniel's smirk didn't reach his eyes.
"Come on, Uncle. You made it clear I wasn't invited to the party. Went to ask Scarlett for company, but she was... preoccupied."
Scarlett stepped forward, eyes narrowing.
"Wait. You came to me? Then where were you really?"
Ice flooded my veins.
I knew—Daniel had set the fire.
But why?
No way it was to save me. We were strangers.
I didn't need a confession.
The police swarmed in like avenging angels, surrounding the crowd.
Scarlett and Hank were cuffed before they could blink. The others scattered like roaches under a light.
The captive girls collapsed into officers' arms, sobbing.
Then—
"Officer Evans! Hell of a job. Your intel led us straight to their doorstep."
Tears streaked my cheeks.
Daniel was a cop. The trucking route? A cover.
But Daniel looked as shocked as I felt.
"Sir, I was about to ask—how'd you get here so fast? The fire nearly blew my cover."
The officer jerked his thumb toward a newcomer—a man scanning the crowd with desperate eyes.
"Anonymous tip. Husband sent us chat logs and livestreams of his wife with these animals. This is our informant."
The man stepped forward... searching.
"Changed your mind already, sweetheart?"
"Now we're talking. You've got two options here—leave in a body bag or play by my rules. And I don't tolerate disobedient girls."
I choked down the acid rising in my throat.
"You know me, Scarlett. I've got... particular tastes. Serving men isn't punishment for me—it's what I live for."
Scarlett's lips curled as she studied me, then let out a soft, mocking laugh.
"Oh right, Vanessa mentioned that. Almost forgot." She waved a hand. "Fine. I'll arrange something special for you."
I was certain my face betrayed nothing when I asked to serve Hank and Daniel. Vanessa must've told her I'd arrived in their truck.
But the second the words left my mouth, Hank materialized in the doorway. His eyes locked onto me like a predator spotting prey.
"Scarlett, the boys said she's willing. How about letting me have her as a little reward?"
Scarlett didn't even blink before nodding. Hank's grip closed around my arm before I could protest, dragging me upstairs.
Daniel wasn't there.
I'd failed.
Hank threw me onto the mattress like a sack of grain. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the worst—
Then hell broke loose downstairs.
The acrid stench of smoke hit me first. A scream ripped through the air.
"FIRE! THE WHOLE PLACE IS GOING UP!"
Hank barely flinched, his weight crushing me into the sheets. Then—bangbangbang—Daniel's frantic pounding shook the door.
"UNCLE HANK! MOVE YOUR ASS OR YOU'RE TOAST!"
Black smoke billowed through the window. The screams turned shrill. Finally, Hank shoved off me.
"Goddamn jinx. Worst luck of my life crossing paths with you."
He yanked his shirt off, tying my wrists to the bedframe in three brutal knots before bolting. I thrashed until my skin burned—no use. Sobs wracked my chest as I screamed for help.
The door exploded inward. Daniel.
Smoke choked the room as he hauled me up, carrying me downstairs at a dead sprint. The entire compound had emptied—even the basement girls stood outside in the chaos.
A crowd of panicked faces.
Scarlett's roar cut through the noise:
"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS? FIND THEM!"
Beside me, Daniel's expression stayed calm. But I felt the tension coiled in his muscles.
Then Hank's gaze snapped to him.
"Daniel. Where the hell were you while I was busy with her?"
Daniel's smirk didn't reach his eyes.
"Come on, Uncle. You made it clear I wasn't invited to the party. Went to ask Scarlett for company, but she was... preoccupied."
Scarlett stepped forward, eyes narrowing.
"Wait. You came to me? Then where were you really?"
Ice flooded my veins.
I knew—Daniel had set the fire.
But why?
No way it was to save me. We were strangers.
I didn't need a confession.
The police swarmed in like avenging angels, surrounding the crowd.
Scarlett and Hank were cuffed before they could blink. The others scattered like roaches under a light.
The captive girls collapsed into officers' arms, sobbing.
Then—
"Officer Evans! Hell of a job. Your intel led us straight to their doorstep."
Tears streaked my cheeks.
Daniel was a cop. The trucking route? A cover.
But Daniel looked as shocked as I felt.
"Sir, I was about to ask—how'd you get here so fast? The fire nearly blew my cover."
The officer jerked his thumb toward a newcomer—a man scanning the crowd with desperate eyes.
"Anonymous tip. Husband sent us chat logs and livestreams of his wife with these animals. This is our informant."
The man stepped forward... searching.
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