Chapter Fifty-five - Deacon

How long they had been in the car or how far Damien drove, Purity couldn’t tell, but finally, he pulled off on to a road that rocked the car and forced him to slow down, eventually coming to a stop. Car doors opened as the vehicle went silent, and one of the thugs beside Purity reached back, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her out of the backseat into the sun. As soon as she was out of the car, he dropped her to the ground, making her yelp from the rocks and sticks that scraped her hands and knees. The sound of someone walking toward her reached her ears, making her tremble, their feet crunching down on the leaves, pieces of bark and small branches that made up the forest floor. Purity glanced up as Damien rounded the front of the car and moved toward her, panic gripping her as she dropped her gaze to the ground, begging for this nightmare to be over. She had to do something, had to get away from him before he beat the shit out of her again, or worse, killed her.