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Grady laughs. “Who cares about a fucking contract? If you don’t want to play, then it will be harder on you. Just lie back and enjoy the fuck of your life because you’re not going anywhere. By the time we’ve finished, you won’t want to leave this place.”

Scott laughs. “I doubt you’ll be able to walk, anyway.”

The men laugh and I feel sick. I start to shake as they change before me. My mind reverts back to an even darker time and I hear the dull, rasping voice of Vincent growling at me.

“You fucking whore. Open those legs and let me in. You’re all the same.”

I cry as I see his mad eyes staring at me. Then I feel the bite of his belt as he whips me hard. I scream as he shouts, “Do you like that, whore?”

I cry, pleading with him to stop. “Please, let me go, Ipromise not to say anything.”

All I can hear is his loud laughter and feel his sweaty hands invading my most personal places.

Then I start to scream and I don’t stop.

The past becomes the present and I thrash around wildly. “Stop, please stop. I don’t want this. Let me go.”

I feel my legs pulled wider apart as Chester moves between them. He groans and I sense the lust taking hold of his morals. He says darkly, “Don’t fight it, my dear. It will be better if you agree. Nothing will stop us anyway, so you may as well enjoy the ride.”

I plead with them. “No, I’m begging you, please don’t do this. I’m no whore. I just want to go home.”

I hear Scott say angrily. “Fucking hell, Todd. Not again. I thought you said this one was in the bag.”

Todd growls. “She was. I did my homework, and they assured me she was a professional.”

Grady says irritably, “Who fucking cares, we’ve gone too far to stop now. If she won’t agree, we’ll take her, anyway. She’ll soon stop crying when she realizes what’s in it for her.”

I feel him pull on my hair tighter as he growls. “Just lie back and enjoy it. Not many girls get the chance to be pleasured by five powerful men. Don’t be a fool.”

I start to cry and shout. “Leave me alone, you’re fucking animals, not men. I’m saying no and that should mean what it says.”

Chester roars, “Enough. Grady’s right, she’s seen too much. Either she agrees or we ship her out.”

The room goes silent and I feel the tears falling down my cheeks. I say tearfully, “Please, I’m begging you, don’t do this.”

Preston looks worried. “Relax, honey. It’s not that bad. We only want to give you pleasure. Nobody here is going to hurt you, quite the opposite.”

Chester looks at me impatiently, “Enough talking. Let’s get down to business. If you want out after, then that will be arranged. Now, a deal’s a deal.”

He moves toward me, and I think of every trick in the book I’ve learned with the Reapers to get out of the stronghold I’m in. They are too strong and I am powerless to struggle or even move an inch.

Just as I think it’s all over, we hear a sharp knock on the door and someone shouts, “FBI, open up.”

Before I can react, I feel a strong hand pressing against my mouth, gagging me from crying out. Then Chester jumps back and frantically pulls up his pants. Scott whispers, “What the fuck?”

The knock comes louder. “We know you’re in there. Open up.”

Chester looks angrier than I’ve ever seen a man look and snarls, “Heads will roll for this.”

He looks at the other men angrily. “Keep her quiet. I’ll get rid of them.”

He walks over to the door and checking to see we are out of sight; he opens it and slips outside. I hear him say in an angry voice, “What the fuck is this? Who gave you orders to come storming into my private apartments?”

I try to struggle, but the men are too strong. We hear gentle murmurs and the sound of men arguing.

It must only be a few minutes before he’s back. He walks over and looks at Grady, angrily.

“You fucking idiot.”

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