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I cry out as my hip bangs two of the steps. Kyle grabs me, his grip rough and deliberately hurtful this time as he yanks me back, then shoves me away from him in the opposite direction of the stairs.
“Fucking bitch.”
The guy with black spiky hair catches me and locks an arm around my waist. “I’m warning you now, don’t try that shit me with me.”
Rather than heed his warning, I reach back and dig my nails into his scalp, hoping to gather as much DNA as possible and hurt him at the same time.
If they’re going to kill me, I at least want them to get caught.
“If I were you,” he says dangerously, breaking my grip and yanking my arms behind me painfully, “I would work a little harder at behaving yourself during your final moments. I can do whatever I want to you tonight and never have to worry about you telling a soul. That means I can unleash my darkest fucking fantasies on you,” he says, leaning close enough that I feel his breath on my neck. “So it would behoove you to stay on my good side.”
I look back at him and he smirks.
So I spit at him.
That wipes the smirk off his face, but it’s arguably not worth it as he pushes me forward and slams me face first down on the table. I cry out as pain radiates through the left side of my face, and he moves up behind me, shoving himself against me so hard, the table cuts painfully into my hips.
“Oh, I’m going to fucking enjoy this,” he says, and the tone of his voice makes my stomach sink.
“Hey,” Kyle barks. “I’m the leader. I get her first.”
“Then I want her second,” says the redhead.
“I’ll go last,” says the guy forcing me to stay bent over the table with his cock rammed against me. “I want to make her suffer, and I don’t know how much will be left for you guys once I’ve finished with her.”
My heart pounds when the guy behind me uses his free hand to haul up the white lacy robe and toss the fabric to the side. I can feel that my backside is more exposed to his view now, but I’m thankful for this old-fashioned, one-piece bodice. He could easily push down underwear, but it’ll take more work to get me out of this.
Kyle is too worried about being first to give the guy a chance to figure that out. “Aiden, I said fucking stop.”
“Why shouldn’t we enjoy her a little bit before the main event?” Spiky hair guy—Aiden—asks.
“We can enjoy her all we want once we get her tied down.” Kyle’s tone is annoyed, like a spoiled boy whose friend is playing with his toy for too long and making him mad.
Aiden ignores his friend and pushes into me, forcing me against the table with such brutality, I cry out in pain and my heart leaps with fear.
He likes my pain, and he likes touching my body when I don’t want him to—I can feel it in the way he slowly drags his hand along my hip before he grips my waist.
“He’s hogging her,” the redhead complains. Emboldened by my helplessness, he tells Aiden to release my arms. When he does, he grabs my small hands with his big meaty ones and hauls me up on the table. Aiden gives me a boost, pushing me forward so far my feet are off the floor, all my weight supported by the table.
I don’t want to fall off onto the cement floor, but what they have planned is much worse. Aiden seems like a major asshole, but the redhead makes my skin crawl, so I hurl myself in Aiden’s direction.
He grabs me and pushes me back down more forcefully than he needs to. He pins my arms, then looks over his shoulder at Kyle. “Grab the rope.”
My heart hammers and I struggle harder to break free, knowing once they get me tied down, I’m completely lost.
“Please.” The word slips from my lips, and Aiden’s dark eyes meet mine, magnets drawn there by my helplessness. He likes my pretty pleas much more than he likes my fighting. I can tell by the way he looks at me.
Swallowing my pride and the traditional sense that tells me it’s only natural to fight, I force my guards down, let him see the fear in my eyes. Let him drink it in and revel in it. It injures my pride a little, but my pride won’t keep me alive, and that has to be my highest priority.
His grip on my wrists tightens, but not to hurt. To secure. To hold on.
I’m outnumbered and overpowered. They’re a somewhat united front, and I’m just a girl stranded alone in a basement with a house full of people too far away to hear me even if I wear myself out screaming.
The only chance I have is to turn these guys on each other and get some help.
I lick my lips—a subtle flick of my tongue, but it stokes the heat in Aidan’s gaze as it drops to my lips, then back to my eyes.
I think he’s the craziest one in the room, so I don’t know if it’s smart to toy with him, but I also hazard a guess: the craziest one in the room might be the easiest to flip to my side.
