Isabella and Sabine raced up the eleven flights of stairs without stopping. When they reached the top, they were panting hard. “He better hope to f**k he didn’t put his d**k anywhere on her.”
Sabine noted the way the locks were on the door. “He’s done this before Isabella. Look at the locks. He traps them here. He probably knew he’d pass out and figured he’d just do what he wanted with her when he came to.”
“He’s going to have a hard time doing anything to anyone with no d**k,” she kicked the door impatiently as Sabine tried to pick the locks on the steel framed door. “He upgraded this door. A battering ram would have trouble getting in.” She looked around to the window at the end of the hall.
She raced to the window and looked outside. She leaned out the window and caught the sight of
