Tex's Revenge: Military Discipline, Book Two by Loki Renard Read Free Book Online Page A

doesn't?  Or do I get a bullet in my skull?” The question was delivered in perfectly neutral tones that shocked Tex into looking at her and not the road for almost a full thirty seconds.
    “Do you take me for a murderer?”
    Zora shrugged. “I know you're a kidnapper – and that's all I really know about you. Don't tell me you're offended because your victim doesn't quite trust you.”
    “I'm not going to kill you,” he said, focusing back on the road.
    “You'd probably say that even if you were going to kill me.”
    His face twisted with frustration. “I'm taking you somewhere safe, and you're going to be asked a few questions.”
    That was new information. New information she didn't like. “Why?”
    “Because I'm not sure you are who you say you are.”
    “Wait, you're the one who decided I am who I am.” Zora said, barely making sense. “And I thought it was your job to get the truth out of people.”
    “It is,” Tex said. “Sometimes you need the proper environment for that.”
    Zora fell silent, mulling that information over. She'd fucked up. Far from making Tex think that she was harmless, she'd managed to make him so suspicious he was hauling her off to question her in a 'proper environment'. Old fear returned. A 'proper environment' could be a cell or worse. She had to get away. She'd been stupid to let Tex dominate her, he'd distracted her with spankings and now she was being driven, docile as a lamb, to god knows where.
    Visions of the compound came flashing back into her mind, memories of being locked away deep underground. Panic came with them. She started breathing shallow and fast. The dusty landscape was flashing by too fast, too fast to escape. There was no way out, but there had to be a way out, there had to be. She was starting to feel dizzy and nauseous. Her palms were sweating, her heart was pounding and in turn her breathing became even more uncontrolled. She started shifting about in her seat, trying to get comfortable, but there was no finding comfort, not here, not anywhere.
    “Settle down,” Tex's deep voice rumbled.
    She didn't settle. She couldn't. As the panic rose beyond the point of control she made a peculiar, almost strangled sound and threw up all over the seat and Tex's spare trousers and the foot well of the car. Tex said pulled the car over smartly whilst Zora continued to alternately retch and gasp for breath.  “Are you alright?” He inquired redundantly when they came to a stop at the side of the road.
    Zora pushed her door open and stumbled out into the desert. She made it a few steps away from the vehicle then went to her knees, her head down on the ground as waves of nausea continued to roll over her.
    “Zora,” Tex came up beside her and placed his hand on her lower back, crouching down next to her. “What's wrong?”
    “Let me go,” she said woefully, pleading with him. “Please just let me go.”
    He made a sympathetic clucking sound and rubbed her back. “I can't do that, little girl.”
    “You have to,” she whimpered. “You have to let me go.”
    “I just want to know the truth,” he said. “If you tell me the truth, there is nothing for you to worry about.”
    Shaking all over, Zora shook her head. Her mind was still whirling. He couldn't know the truth, she had to safeguard that at all costs. Sensing that she wasn't ready to talk, Tex didn't push her anymore instead he stayed silent until the tremors subsided and her breathing was back to normal.
    “Are you sick, or just scared?”
    The question was as humiliating as having thrown up bits of dry toast all over the place.
    “I'm not sick,” she said, avoiding an admission of weakness.
    Tex's large hand rubbed across her lower spine, soothing her as effectively as it had spanked her. “Okay, let's get you cleaned up,” he said, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her back to the car. Mercifully he did not insist on her staying in the front seat and instead laid her in the back