As she watched in the scope, Taz saw the spark of sunlight on steel. The guy with the green ball cap leaned over the girl, holding Ruth’s buttocks open for the third man who was threading a rope through the eye of the steel shark-hook that he turned in his hands.
Whatever s****l abuse the men had inflicted on the girl, it was over now. Taz had arrived too late to prevent it. Christ, they’d had her all morning and Taz could only guess at how the girl had suffered. But those atrocities were at an end. Done. Ruth’s only concern now was to survive and Taz was determined to make that happen.
Taz steadied on the man with the hook. He was leaned over, peering up between the girl’s legs and guiding the point forward; seating it deeply inside where it would encircle the bone like a beckoning fing
