Nails In A Coffin (Demi Reynolds Book 1) by Luis Samways Read Free Book Online Page A

running out and figured that at any second she’d be dead. But seconds turned into tens of seconds, which soon turned into a minute, and then she reopened her eyes and was met by another smile.
    “But not yet,” Donny said, dropping the bolt cutters with a clang as they hit the floor. “Not yet,” he repeated.
    He then turned to the man on her right and said, “Take her to the room. Keep her there. Let her stew. And when I’m ready, we’ll get this thing started.”
    They did as he asked. They dragged her off. She watched as Donny carried on smiling. The farther they dragged her, the dimmer his teeth became, until they melted into the darkness.
    She was kicking and screaming by then. Her will was finally broken. But she didn’t have much time to resist. The room they were talking about was only a thirty-second walk. If she knew how, she would have done something, anything, to get the upper hand. But before she knew it, she was being pushed into a dark room, eight by ten across, and the door was being slammed on her. It made a metal ringing sound as the vibrations from the force of the door echoed off the walls. She felt as if she was on a submarine. But she wasn’t.
    She had no idea where she was.

Ten
     
    Darkness is a horrible thing to endure. It surrounds you and suffocates you. It chokes you. It haunts you. And for Demi Reynolds, darkness was beating her. It was abusing her. It was messing with her head, turning her consciousness against her, mocking her, ridiculing her. Their plan was working. She was breaking. She was weak.
    She didn’t know how long she’d been in there, but her best guess was ten to fifteen hours. At first she didn’t know why they were keeping her locked away. It hardly made any sense to her. She’d thought that Donny would just kill her and get it over and done with. There wasn’t any point in prolonging it. But what if there was a point? What then?
    Those were the sort of thoughts that were crashing around within the confines of her skull. She was trying to work out what was going on. The formula for her captivity, as if there was some sort of equation that would give her the answers. But with all her rational thinking and logical thought processes, she couldn’t come to a conclusion that made sense.
    Donny was either trying to scare her, or he was really planning on killing her. But neither of those two alternatives made sense to Demi. The man was all about power and abusing it until it couldn’t be abused any more. And for a man like that, when the day came that his power was no more, the world would have frozen over half a dozen times.
    So for a man like him to play mind games with the person who killed his own brother was far from logical. Donny was known to be a loose cannon. He’d stab a guy over a spilt drink. He’d murder a hooker for grazing her teeth on his dick. He’d cut a man’s heart out for looking at his wife, let alone touching her. So for a man like him to be beating around the bush didn’t make sense.
    Demi’s thought processes soon quietened down. Fifteen hours soon turned into twenty. Then twenty-four. She’d been falling in and out of consciousness. Sleep was beckoning her. It was pulling her into a deep trance of repeated sounds and echoing drips. The room she was in had its own character. It growled a certain way. Its hum was constant on her eardrums. Its personality was making itself known, forcing her to question what was real and what wasn’t. She could have sworn that the door to the room she was in was opened once or twice. A bowl of water was dropped on the floor and then taken away a few hours later. Footsteps could be heard making their way up to the door and then away from the door every twenty to thirty minutes.
    They were guarding her, like a prisoner in solitary confinement. It certainly felt like the shoe, not that she had ever been to prison. It was dark and lonely. Her mind was escaping her, and she grew tired of trying to guess how