“You won’t get away with this, you know,” he says.
“Yes, I will. You wanna know why?” I ask.
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to kill yourself,” I say.
“Like fuck I am,” he laughs.
“Either you decide to take your own life, or I take that power from you and do it myself,” I say. “And believe me when I say I won’t miss a second of sleep over kicking that chair out from under your feet.”
“Suicide is a sin,” he says firmly.
“Pretty sure raping me was a sin,” I say.
“I was trying to save y…” he starts to say, but I’ve had enough. I am tired of hearing him say he was trying to save me from my demons. I kick the chair in the middle of his words. He instantly starts to thrash.
“You can’t even save yourself,” I say. I glance up at the guys before turning around and walk out of the cabin.
I can hear his struggles as he fights to breathe again. As the noose tightens on him, it loosens on me—I can finally breathe with him gone. I will never have to worry if today is the day that he will come after me again. I will never have to question the loyalty of a friend in fear of them being a minion of his. I survived him, but he did not survive me. I’m not the little girl that he abused in the cabin. I am the woman who refuses to lie down and die.
For more than two decades, it’s been me and the guys - Dean, Lance, and Mason. We have grown up together, graduated high school and college together, own a thriving tech company, and we still find the time to meet with our friends for a weekly game of football. They were always my strength when I was weak, and I am the same for them. It was their love and support that guided me through murky waters. I can’t wait to spend forever with my best friends.
Chapter Seventeen
Sadie
One Year Later
I shut off thewater and wrap my hair in a towel before pulling the shower curtain back. I let out a shrill scream and nearly fall when my three men are standing there.
“You fucking assholes,” I choke out as they laugh hysterically at my reaction. “My God, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“Morning,” Lance says with a huge grin.
“Morning,” I say bitterly. I step out and go to grab another towel, but Dean tuts at me. A smile stretches across my face when it dawns on me that these three men are about to attack me. The last time they did this, my pussy was sore for days.
“Tell me something, Little Demon,” Mason leans and whispers in my ear. “Tell me why you think that you can get away with calling yourself fat around Todd?”
“I didn’t call… ohhhh. Yeah, I did,” I giggle. I was hanging out with Stacy last night at the house she shares with Todd before we went to dinner, and I made an off-hand joke about how my fat ass didn’t need to be eating pasta for dinner, when a pasta restaurant was suggested.
“Mhmm. So, you have a choice to make,” Dean says coolly. “You can either accept your punishment like a good girl… Or we can make sure everyone knows just how hard we fucked you.”
“Okay… Let me dry off and brush my hair first, and I’ll cooperate,” I say smoothly.
“Good choice,” Lance says with a smile. I return his smile and wrap myself in a towel. I step past the guys and move around like I’m doing as I said I would. Only I’m not. Since when do I cooperate?
When they all look away from me, I run out of the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind me. I used the guest bathroom, so I didn’t wake the guys. I start pulling doors shut, slamming them,on my way to the master bedroom. I want to confuse them about where I am.
“We will find you, Sadie, and God help you when we do,” Dean calls out. I lock the door and take my hair out of the towel. I giggle when they try to open the bedroom door but can’t.
“I will kick this door in,” Mason growls. “Then I’ll take it out on your ass for having to do it.”
I’m feeling extra bratty today, so I say nothing. As promised, the door slams open with one solid kick. My three men walk into the room, and they look pissed. They spread out and make calculated steps to surround me. My eyes are darting around, looking for weaknesses in their formation.
“Aw. Look at her,” Mason says with a smile, yet no humor in his tone. “Our cute little whore thinks she can escape us.”
“You’re just so much fun to run from,” I say, moving slowly around the bed. I don’t look toward the bathroom, but it’s my goal. That door is much harder to get open when locked.
