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“I—”
“Pull up your dress,” he commands, cutting me off.
I feel the weight of his stare as he dares me to object. When I don’t act immediately, he tightens the noose once again. My throat constricts from the pressure and I know that if I don’t do what he says, he’ll strangle me here and now without a second thought. The truth of that knowledge is in his eyes as tears form in mine. Yet again, Fate has tricked me. The boy he was is no longer within him. Whatever she had planned, it’s too late.
“You need to learn your place,” he snarls, twisting the noose ever tighter.
It would be so easy to let him kill me. To end this here and now knowing that my future is going to be filled with more horrors such as this. But I don’t want to die. I need to adapt to survive. I need to bide my time so that I cankillthis motherfucker and his psycho brothers. That rogue thought settles in my heart like a rock dropping to the bottom of the ocean. It grounds me. Gives me purpose. It makes me strong. I never thought I was a violent person… until now.
“Pull up your dress,” he repeats.
I nod, telling him that I will do as he asks. He loosens the noose allowing me to suck in several ragged breaths. Shifting slightly, I curl my fingers into the material of the long white dress and pull it upwards, revealing my bare legs inch by inch. I force myself to do what he wants knowing that I will obey his commands until the opportunity to end him and his brothers presents itself.
When the hem of the dress reaches the apex of my thighs, my hands still. Despite my determination to embrace my newly found courage, I can’t quite bring myself to reveal the most private part of me. Leon might have touched it, but no one has seen it.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he snaps, fixing his gaze on my creamy thighs. Tiny freckles are scattered across my skin. Their colour is the shade of my hair. As a child I never paid them any mind until one day a boy at school started making fun of me. He said I had the pox, that I was tainted, that my freckles like my face, were the mark of dark, evil things. From that day onwards, every child at school stayed away from me. Only giving me attention when they were throwing sly kicks and hateful words my way. Now these freckles are just another part of me that marks me as different.
“I want to see your cunt,” he demands, snapping his eyes up. “I need to see what has gotten Leon so twisted up. He’s seen a lot of pussy over the years, but yours seems to have turned his head more than I expected.”
“Leon didn’t see mycunt,” I retort, spitting out that ugly word and forcing anger into my voice. It stops me from being afraid, even though it prompts Jakub to tighten the noose momentarily.
“But he touched it.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“What about Konrad?”
“No.”
“And there I was thinking he’d broken our agreement too and taken a peek whilst he had you chained up in his dungeon. What did he do with you then?”
“Apart from cutting off a length of my hair… not a lot.” My fingers pull at the hem of the dress, yanking it back down.
“Stop!” Jakub suddenly shouts, covering my hand with his. “Iwant to see.”
“Don’t you have an agreement?” I ask, my pulse thrumming in my neck. When it comes to me, they do things together, apparently. At least they're supposed to.
“Fuck the agreement. Leon’s already broken it by touching you,” he growls, forcing my hands away whilst still keeping the noose tight around my neck. Gathering up the material in his hand, he lifts the skirt of the dress then stares straight at my pussy. If I’m not mistaken there’s a sharp intake of breath, but that could be my mind playing tricks on me given my own ears are filled with the rapid rushing and pulsing of blood from a mixture of embarrassment, shame, and fear.I reach for the hem of the dress, wanting to cover myself.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” he snaps. “Now spread your legs.”
“No!”
“DO IT!”
Gritting my teeth, I turn my head away and slide my legs open. Heat travels up my chest as fury boils my blood. Today is not the day to fight. I need a plan. I need to be sensible. I only just started to replenish my energy before the vision, now it’s depleted once again, but that doesn’t make this any easier.
“You’re bare,” he grinds out, his voice gravelly like stones crunching underfoot.
“What can I say, I prefer to keep my bush under control. Is that a problem?” I retort, my sarcasm helping me to regain a modicum of control and self-respect.
He doesn’t respond like I expect him to. Instead he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he licks his lips. The energy in the room shifts as he stares at me, his gaze lowering from my pussy to my thighs and legs, then back up again to my face and hair. He reaches for a strand, touching the softness between his thumb and finger before trailing his hot gaze back down to my pussy. His mouth parts, heat creeps up his neck, flushing his skin.
“What?” I bite out, not liking how my stomach tightens and my clit throbs under his perusal.
“You’re different…” he remarks, sounding confused.
“I’m sure you’ve seen a hairless pussy before.”
