Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 1939

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1939

“Where am I?” Joan asked, in feigned ignorance.

The corner of the man’s lips curled up wryly as he sneered.

“Don’t blame us for this, miss. Just doing our job!” With that, he threw Joan into the corner of the room.

“What do you want with me?” She shrunk and wrapped her arms around herself.

“Sorry to say that you just pissed off the wrong person. We have to answer to her too,” he said in a low voice before he approached and squatted down in front of her.

A pair of grubby hands reached out.

“Get away from me!” Joan screamed in horror.

The man’s eyes darkened at her resistance.

“The rest of you, out! And close the door!”

His posse of followers promptly made themselves scarce.

“Please let me go. I can give you money. Lots of it!” Joan was terrified.

The man sneered as he lifted the woman’s chin. He looked straight into her eyes as he stroked her face with his right hand.

“I don’t care about money. It’s you I’m interested in!” He proceeded to pry at the buttons on her blouse.

“Help!” Joan screeched at the top of her lungs.

The man dragged her over to him. He slid a seeking hand underneath her top and fondled her thigh relentlessly with the other.

The tears burned as they streaked down her cheeks.

“No, please! Stop!” Joan cried as she struggled.

“Quit your f*cking whining. You should be flattered that I’m showering you with all this attention!” The man then sent a stinging swipe across the left of her face and then the right.

Blood trickled down the ends of her lips.

“Ah!”

The man flung her to the other corner of the room before he pulled out his whip and lashed it mercilessly in her direction.

But there was no movement beyond the door.

“Are all of you deaf! Did you not hear me…” He was stunned when he looked outside.

Past the door, his boys were on their backs, clutching at various parts of their limbs in agony.

“How about it? Would you like to join them too?” Dustin snorted.

The man responded by scrambling out of the room.

After ensuring that they were in the clear, Dustin immediately picked Joan up in his arms and sped to the hospital.

“Hurry, doctor. Disinfect her wounds!” he shouted.

That got the doctor quizzical.

How did he know that was the first step?

“I used to be a doctor myself, so please hurry. I can assist,” Dustin explained.

“Okay, get me a pair of scissors,” the doctor replied staidly.