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It’s her. She’s crying. My Kitten is crying.
I move then, unable to stand by any longer, and I push through the crowd until I can see my girl's face. Tears are streaming from her eyes, washing away some of the face paint to mask her identity, her beautiful creamy skin shining through the trail left by the salty tears.
Then her body stiffens like she is being electrocuted, going rigid as the remote is activated again.
“Stop!” I scream, pushing past the last of the people, dashing towards her. I need to stop this.
Rough hands grab my shoulders, reefing me back before tackling me to the ground. My face slams into the side of the podium, splitting pain searing through my cheek before I’m tugged up and held in place by two of the waiters.
“Stop! This isn’t right!” I scream, and a moment later, my girl screams again. There’s no pleasure in her screams. It’s pure pain. Pure torture. Her body trembling so badly it almost looks as if she’s seizing. Then she falls limp again, and this time she’s not crying. This time her eyes are closed, and she’s not making a sound.
Shit! Has she passed out?
Master Hill stands. “Time for you to leave, boy! I’ll let Kitten know the extra half an hour of punishment is because of you.”
“What? No!” I thrash against the fuckers who have me by each arm as they drag me away from my girl through the crowd. My eyes dart around the room frantically before locking with Moxie’s. “Help her, Moxie! Help her please!”
Moxie’s worried eyes shoot over to Skipper, who has the same fear swimming in his eyes, but before anything else can transpire, I’m dragged from the room.
“Let me go, you fucking cunts!” I hiss, but the fuckers just chuckle as I thrash in their hold, trying to fight my way free.
As we enter the foyer, another waiter darts in front of us, opening the front door wide before the arseholes push me with force out into the chilly night air, where I land hard on my bare arse.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I jump up from the cold ground, ignoring the small pebbles sticking into my arse cheek, and try to open the door, but it’s locked.
“Shit!” I yell, trying to break the fucking knob.
Turning from the door, I dash along the veranda, testing each window I pass to see if one is unlocked. It’s no use. They are all fucking locked.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I shove my hands through my hair, gripping tightly as I think.
I need to get Rhys free. I don’t fucking care if I die trying.
Since I am already familiar with this property, I know there’s a glass door around the back of the house. With a new plan in mind, I bolt around the back, my ears picking up the faint sounds from inside. I can hear my girl screaming again. I can hear the Feasters cheering. They are fucking sick. Cheering over her torture. I’m going to kill every one of them.
Coming to the back door I typically use for wine deliveries each Feast night, I try the handle, but it’s locked, too. I thought it would be. I was just hoping it wasn’t to save me having to smash the glass. But fuck it, I can hear my girl inside. I’m getting in there one way or another.
When a guttural scream meets my ears, I lose my shit, and without thinking twice, I elbow the glass, smashing it enough to slip my hand in and flip the lock. Once it clicks open, I leap over the broken glass and charge inside.
As I come around the corner to the main floor, no one notices me along the side. Darting my head around, I peer through the cracks in the crowd before I see that creepy fucker in the tiger suit. He’s standing next to the podium, his fingers on my girl’s clit, rubbing it like crazy while the egg vibrates inside her.
Watery fluid spouts from Kitten as she screams again, and tiger guy doesn’t let up on her sensitive spot as everyone goes crazy. It’s like the Feasters have turned into wild animals. Crazed with lust, they get off on whoever or whatever is closest to them. Fuck. One chick is grinding on the arm of the fucking couch. It’s like porn chaos in here!
“Time for the last stage of Kitten’s punishment.” Master Hill’s announcement gains the attention of the Feasters, and they quieten a little as they wait for more details. “Time for the humiliation finale. I give you all permission to mark her with your fluids. Make sure to give her everything, so she understands never to break the rules again.”
As Kitten falls limp, barely conscious, male Feasters walk up and surround her.
No! I can’t let this happen. No fucking way!
I start pushing through the crowd, not caring if I get caught again because fuck that, I need to get to her and kill every fucker that has bad intentions against her. My attempt to reach her is futile. The crowd is too thick, and as if they know my plan, they seem to cram closer together and won’t let me through.
Fuck it!
I start swinging punches.
