Chapter 5 - Cutting Evelyn Free From Chains Cuttings
Marcus and Lucas reached the decorative beam where Evelyn’s wrists had been bound tightly with heavy nylon zip ties.
Lucas pulled a tactical folding knife from his coat pocket, slicing through the heavy plastic restraints with a single smooth motion.
Evelyn fell forward into Marcus’s waiting arms, her body trembling from exhaustion, shock, and thirty brutal strikes of leather.
“I’ve got you, Evie; you’re safe now, and nobody is ever going to touch you like this again,” Marcus whispered fiercely.
Evelyn buried her face against her brother’s shoulder, a single tear slipping down her cheek as the unbearable pressure lifted.
“They locked the doors, Marcus... they tried to treat me like an animal in front of all my so-called friends,” Evelyn choked out.
“They won't be treating anyone like anything for much longer,” Lucas replied coldly, his eyes scanning the cowering crowd.
They gently lowered Evelyn into a velvet armchair pulled from the corner, wrapping a heavy wool overcoat around her shoulders.
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Julian walked over, kneeling beside her to inspect the angry red welts cutting across the delicate skin of her arms and back.
“Where is the first-aid kit in this overpriced prison?” Julian asked, his voice shaking with tightly controlled fury.
