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The chain jangled above my head as I lost control and fought.
Rage crested through me.
Impotent rage.
Helpless rage.
I wanted to wrench off every single offending appendage and run.
Run!
Victor snickered. “Ah, look at that, gentlemen. You’ve made her horny. Perhaps I should just let all of you fuck her? Eager beaver that she is.”
I’d never hated someone so violently. So completely.
I’m going to kill you.
Somehow. Someway.
I’m going to kill you all.
“Hell yes.” A man grunted, cupping himself. “I haven’t enjoyed a good ole’ gangbang in months.”
I went ice, ice cold.
No…
“I’m in, as long as I’m not unlucky number five.” Another laughed. “Whoever goes last will feel like he’s thrusting into man slime with how much jizz will be up there.”
A round of awful guffaws sounded.
I didn’t look for Henri. I didn’t expect him to leap to my defence.
We both walked such a thin, thin line. The tiniest filament of thread that could snap at any moment.
“Stop the auction, Vic, and let us break her in for you.” A man with a bald head raised his glass. “We could all have a taste.”
My heart skipped, unable to find its right rhythm. It seemed terror was the only beat it knew.
Shuddering, I did my best to shut down as Victor leaned closer and ran his fingertip over my cheek. “Would you like that, Ily? Five men? Twenty men? Fifty? One after another, taken over and over again until you’ve serviced all of us? It would definitely be an initiation into your new life.”
I yanked my face from his touch.
I wanted to tell him to burn in hell. That eventually he would face his karma, but he chuckled and dropped his hand down the length of my body. “Let’s see what you think of the idea, hmm?” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Shall we see how wet you are knowing there’s a crowd of men all hard and aching for you?”
Before I could react.
Before I could shut down or protect the part of me that would shatter, Victor kicked my ankles, spread my tippy-toe stance, and plunged his hand between my legs.
A part of me broke.
I heard the crack.
I felt the giving of something I would never be able to fix.
Tears that I vowed I’d never shed in Henri’s presence gushed, welled, and spilled.
I didn’t make a sound. Didn’t fight or kick or struggle.
