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Rhys mumbles something incoherent, and I know the quickest way to get her out of here is by carrying her. Bending down, I ignore the gore coating her skin and lift my girl in my arms. She curls into me, a whimper escaping her even as she loses consciousness again.
With my girl in my arms, I rush to Skipper as he struggles to get the last restraint off.
“Hurry up!” I hiss.
“I’m fucking trying, arsehole!” Skipper hisses back as the cowboy and construction worker guys help him. When the last chains fall free from his ankles, his eyes fall to Rhys, hanging limp in my arms. Emotion I didn’t expect to see glasses Skipper's eyes as they travel over her, his mouth working as he tries to hold in his reaction.
“We have to take her somewhere. I’m guessing she can’t go home like this?” Moxie gains Skipper's attention.
“No, she can’t go home. Let’s get out of here.” Skipper points to the door, and we all move quickly as the last of the Feasters push through to escape.
I follow behind Moxie, with Rhys in my arms and Skipper at my back, and we head down the hall towards the foyer.
“Moxie, can we use your place?” Skipper calls over my head, and Moxie looks over her shoulder in concern.
“My place? Uh… Can’t she go to your place?” Moxie asks as she dashes into the cloakroom and grabs her stuff. I hover in the doorway but get shoved a little as Skipper barges past me, searching for his things.
“No.” Skipper grits out in response to Moxie before darting his eyes to me. “Where’s your stuff, Fuckboy?”
Gesturing my head towards my bag on the floor, I watch Skipper move quickly to gather up my things, too.
“Where’s Kitten’s stuff?” Moxie asks, darting her head around.
“Out in the Barn. I’ll grab it as soon as we get her in your car.” Skipper hitches my backpack on his shoulder and picks up another bag before bee-lining for the exit.
We follow behind quickly, the cool night air refreshing after being in the stuffy over-packed Lodge, and Moxie moves ahead, leading us to her car.
“I can look after her. Just lay her in the back seat. I’ll make sure she’s ok.” Moxie instructs as she unlocks a little red car.
“I’m not leaving her,” I growl, and Moxie’s eyes widen behind her mask.
“You can’t come to my house with her then.” She looks to Skipper. “I can follow you and drive them to your place. You came on a motorbike, right?”
Skipper nods, but then shakes his head.
“They can’t come to my house. I’m sorry.”
“Why? It’s clear the three of you know each other.” Moxie accuses, and I cringe. We aren’t meant to know identities, but what the fuck does it matter now? There’s no way we are going back to the Feast nights ever again.
“We do, you’re right. I’ll explain later, but right now, we need to get her somewhere safe, and my house isn’t it.” Skipper looks down at Rhys in my arms and strokes a thumb over her cheek.
“Fine. Throw those bags in here and follow behind.” Moxie opens the back door and gestures for me to climb in, but before I do, Skipper leans down and whispers something in Rhys’ ear. She whimpers in response, and then not wanting to be on this property a second longer, I slide into the back seat, holding her close, knowing I’m never going to let her go.
Ever.
2
Skipper
Ifailed her. I didn’t do the one thing I was meant to do. Protect her. Why didn’t I see this coming? I should have. Or at least I wish I did, but how could I? In the six years I’ve been attending the Feast nights, never have they done something so vile. There was a guy a few years back that received a punishment. Pure humiliation. He was whipped, made to drink Vik’s piss, and cum on by over twenty fucking sick cunts, but the thing is, he liked to be whipped, he liked to drink piss, and he loved other men’s cum. The only thing he didn’t like was being the centre of attention. He hated people watching him. So really, that was his only humiliation.
My Kitten, though, she hates Master Hill, and he knows it. That’s why he was the one to insert that fucking vibrator inside her. He knows she’s avoided his touch for the two years she’s been attending the Feasts. He knows she will never give him consent to touch her like that, so he used this opportunity while she was bound and gagged and unable to express herself and tell him no. Even though she fucking did. She shook her head, damn it! That was a clear fucking NO!
Master Hill knows she doesn’t like golden showers either. She told me she put it on her hard limits, and yeah, she would have fucking hated all those motherfuckers sprogging on her. She’s picky with who she plays with, and I know for a fact that she has steered clear of most of those arseholes. Not to mention that fucking Tiger son of a bitch. To touch her that way.
FUCK!
“You’re growling again.” Shaun holds the front door open of Moxie’s apartment as I carry my girl in my arms. As soon as we pulled up, I opened Moxie’s car door and scooped Rhys out of Shaun’s arms. And yeah, I may be growling like a fucking psycho, but I can’t help it. What happened tonight should never have happened. I should have fucking protected her!
