Page 78 of I’m The Worst

She’s strapped onto another chair in the center of the room, completely naked.

Wrists bound to the armrests. Ankles shackled wide to the chair legs. Blood streaks down her face, across her chest, between her thighs in thin red lines that make something inside me twist viciously. A filthy rag is tied across her mouth so tight that her lips are stretched pale around it.

Our eyes meet.

The second she sees me, she starts screaming my name through the gag.

The sound hits me like a blade under the ribs.

Fuck

I rip against the cuffs with enough force that the chair screeches at the bolts. Steel bites deep into my wrists. Skin tears. Blood runs warm down my forearms, dripping off my elbows.

My left shoulder erupts with pain.

I don’t stop.

“AJ—”

Her whole body is shaking. Tears mix with the blood on her face. She keeps making those strangled sounds through the gag, terrified eyes locked on mine.

My chest feels too tight at the sight of her like this.

“Did they hurt you?” It takes everything in me to choke out the next question. “Did… Did they rape you?”

“Not yet.” The voice comes from behind us as a steel door groans open.

The sound slices through me like a blade. My entire focus fractures. I was so locked on AJ, I didn’t even register the door. I turn my head.

The man filling the doorway is fucking huge, with bulky muscles, buzz-cut black hair, and pale, scarred skin. He grins the second he sees AJ, and my fingers twitch to slice it off.

“But the fun is just getting started.”

My pulse pounds in my ears as he walks straight to her, boots heavy on the concrete. AJ jerks against the restraints, sobbing harder. He runs a thick, dirty finger down her cheek, then lower, cupping her breast and squeezing hard enough that she whimpers.

“Get your fucking hand off her!” I snarl.

Laughing, he pinches her nipple until she screams around the gag.

“Mmm, she’s sensitive.” He leans in to lick a long, slow stripe up her neck. “I bet she screams real pretty when taking it up the ass.”

“Don’t fucking touch her!” I roar, yanking so hard the chair bolts creak. Pain rips through my shoulder.

He turns to me, still grinning, hand still mauling her tit.

“I think I’ll keep her for a while. Akim and I have some unfinished business.” Eyes never leaving mine, he undoes his belt slowly. “You can watch. Maybe you’ll learn something.”

His cock is already hard as he shoves his pants down.

AJ’s scream tears through the gag, her whole body jerking against the restraints, the chair rattling across the concrete. The second his hand closes around her throat, panic detonates from inside her.

She’s clawing at the armrests, crying out, features contorting. Blood smears across the metal as her bound hands convulse against the straps.

He forces her head back farther.

The tendons in her neck stand out sharply under his grip. Tears stream down her face, mixing with blood, her entire body racked by violent spasms as her mind fractures.

“I’m gonna take my time with her. Then I’ll let the boys have their turn.”