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Maybe if I just keep my eyes closed, he’ll go away. Maybe I’ll wake up from this nightmare and it won’t be my reality. Maybe I can go back to that night and change the path I took so that none of this ever happens.
I squeeze them shut so hard, wishing with all of my might that I could just get a do-over. A reset. Anything. But it never comes.
“Look at me,” he screeches, grabbing me by the throat until I’m forced to open my eyes and give him what he wants.
Ironically, my vision blurs as hot tears stream down my face, fear coursing through my veins.
Winton grins ominously, making me shiver in terror. At this point, he could do whatever he wants to me and no one would know. No one is coming to save me this time.
Chest heaving, I stare into his menacing eyes, feeling like I’d rather he squeeze the life out of me than face what he has planned.
“Do it,” I choke out. “Kill me.”
“Kill you?” He laughs grimly. “Now, why would I do that? I need you alive so I can fuck those apologies out of you. After that, I promised you to my cousin.”
I swallow hard against his palm as he lowers the back of the chair to the floor, with me attached to it. Winton steps his feet out on either side of me, then lets go of my throat and straightens his back as I stare straight up at him.
“After we are done with you, you’ll be begging for death.”
He grips the button of his jeans and pops it open before dragging his zipper down. The sound is deafening. My fate has been sealed.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask as tears spring free. “Do you want me to recant my statement, have it erased?”
Winton tilts his head down, pointing to his scar. “Do you see this? This cannot be erased. The scars inside me cannot be erased. I can’t play ball, I’m addicted to the pain meds I started when this shit happened, and now I am stuck selling everything I own to get more of them. I can’t even walk a straight line because my coordination has been fucked. My life is hell all because you stumbled into that goddamn park.”
If he were able to rationalize, he would realize that me stumbling into that park had nothing to do with what happened. It was his actions that caused this. It was Rome’s actions that brought on his problems. I can’t control what these guys do. I didn't do this, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to keep being punished for it.
Winton pushes his pants down and I use the opportunity while they’re around his ankles to jerk to the left, catching him off-balance. He stumbles to his knees, cursing and growling.
“You fucking bitch!”
He can call me all the names he wants, but he shouldn’t have given this bitch the ammo she needed to take him down. Fucking idiot.
I keep rolling, trying to bide my time as I scream, “Help! Someone, help me!”
Winton gets back on his feet as I squirm and wiggle, desperately trying to break free. The coarse fibers of the rope cut into my skin, but the pain is nothing compared to what I know I’m about to feel.
Standing over me, he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Elodie.” He reaches down and flips the chair back over until I’m face up again.
Winton pulls a knife out of his back pocket, flicking it open and causing me to freeze. He leans forward, dragging it down my cheek before getting to my shirt. I don’t even breathe as he cuts the fabric open, shredding any hope I had left in my veins.
My breaths come in short pants, and I know I’m hyperventilating. Maybe if I can force myself to pass out, it will give me more time to come up with a plan. Either way, I don’t think I want to be awake for what’s next.
He crouches down with his dick only inches from my face, my torn clothing hanging from me as everything is exposed to him.
Reaching out, he pinches my cheeks, forcing my mouth open on a gasp. “I want that apology around my cock.”
A sudden knock at the door sends my heart into my throat while an ounce of hope returns.
Winton grinds his teeth and the thick vein in his neck pulsates noticeably. “What the fuck do you want?”
“We’ve got a problem, cuz.” It’s Gage’s voice coming from the other side of the door. “I need you out here.”
On his feet again, Winton pulls up his pants and heads to the door, stopping to flash me a devious smirk. “This isn’t over.”
Once he’s out, I exhale a heavy sigh of relief, knowing I have a little more time to try and break free.
Using one of the spindles on the chair for friction, I glide my hands up and down, feeling the bones in my hand gyrate against the wooden chair.
