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With two firm hands, well practised in restraining someone, I’m pushed face down to the bed as Master bends me over. Some sort of sash gets looped around my wrists, which are behind my back, and I try to kick out with my feet, frantically trying to get free.
“No! Cactus!” I scream, and again, slicing pain booms through my face, this time from a fist cracking into my cheek, sending me into near darkness.
No. No. No. Fight, damn it!
I’m in a haze. My limbs have fallen slack as I lay face down on the bed, my face smooshed as I cry. My g-string gets torn away, and I feel my legs being shifted wide before the feeling of something warm trickles over my lower back and through the crease of my arse.
No!
“You see, Kitten. Your contract is irrelevant in this room. This room is not part of the Feast. It says so in the contract you signed. You really should read the fine print.” Master Hill chuckles, and the sound is chilling. It’s then that I feel his fingers slide through my crease, running over the puckered rose of my arse. “I do find your contract interesting, though. All the things you listed as your hard limits are what we will begin with. Tonight, I’ll take this virginity.” He slides a finger in my arse, and in a rush of adrenalin, I feel my strength return.
A guttural scream rips from my lungs as I rear up, the back of my head colliding with Master’s, causing him to stumble backwards, his finger popping free. I turn around to see him on the ground, and before I can reconsider my actions, I raise my foot and slam it down on his groin.
“No one will take anything from me that I don’t want to give anymore!” I scream right before the door flies open.
Frantic, Shaun locks eyes with me as Brock comes up behind him to take in the scene. He pushes past Shaun, darting towards me, but the animal in me isn’t finished. I bare my teeth, screaming like a madwoman, and bolt towards him. He falters, his eyes wide as he raises his hands and backs up.
“Just leave Kitten. Go!” Brock’s words are surprising, and I glance down at Master Hill, who is clutching his junk in a pained heap, and he snarls at me.
“The deal is off, Kitten. Now the real fun begins.”
