Chapter Thirty-Five
“What are you doing here?” Lee whispered.
Jenna ignored the question. “He killed Buck. Did you see?” Her hands were trembling as she leaned down to take hold of Angela’s ankles. The girl was still unconscious. “Did you see? He just used that drill thing and killed Buck like it was nothing... like he was squishing a bug.”
Lee heard the sound of wood scraping, looked over and saw Kurt pulling the armchair across the floor, positioning it in front of the fireplace. “And we’ll be next,” Lee whispered back. “Just do anything he wants.”
“Like letting him f**k me? Just spread my legs and let him help himself?” Indignation tainted Jenna’s words.
Lee wrung the back of her neck. “It may come to that unless we can figure a way outta here. He put the gun on the fireplace mante
