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And there was only one way to protect them.
With newfound determination, I stepped forward and forced a smile onto my face. “Wouldn’t you rather have a willing participant doing whatever you want?” My voice trembled, and the seductive tone I was going for sounded more like squeaks, but I hoped the man wouldn’t notice.
He let go of Cara, then shone the flashlight up and down and inspected me like a piece of furniture, taking in every inch of my exposed body. “Turn around,” he commanded.
I swallowed hard. Then did as he asked.
“Bend over.”
I did.
He spread my ass cheeks apart, and I forced myself not to clench. I pressed my eyes closed and fought to keep the humiliation and terror at bay.
I focused on breathing and thought back to our last afternoon at the pool, soaking up the sun, drinking cocktails, and having a great time with Sophie, Cara, and Jemma.
The man spanked my ass.
I winced.
This was what was waiting for me. I turned my head and met Cara’s eyes head-on. In the little light there was I could see silent tears running down her face, helpless, feeling sorry for me.
Weak.
I would not be weak. And I refused to let them break me.
“Turn,” he said.
I straightened and turned back.
He groped and squeezed my breasts, his rough hands and the flashlight digging painfully into my flesh.
I flinched involuntarily before I locked my knees and bit the insides of my cheeks to keep me from crying out.
Then he took a step closer, stared into my eyes, his rancid breath hitting my face. “You’ll do…for now.” His face twisted into a sinister grin.
And I couldn’t prevent the shiver rolling down my spine. What did I just sign myself up for?
He grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. I cast a glance back at Jemma and Cara, who were hugging each other, before he dragged me out of the room and locked the door.
There was no turning back.
My shoulder ached from the man’s rough treatment, but I would not let him see my pain, or my fear. I needed to be strong for them. I needed to protect them.
He pulled on my arm, and I stumbled forward. I cried out.
He paused briefly before he plodded on.
There wouldn’t be any mercy. There would be degradation and pain, but I had to survive. Would survive. And if it was necessary to offer myself to protect Cara and Jemma again, I would survive that, too.
I ignored my racing heart.
Ignored the fear and the dread almost choking me.
We passed a couple of doors on the same floor before he opened one, pushed me inside, and turned on the light.
It was a small room with no windows. There was only a bed, a couch, and a camera on a tripod.
Fuck.
