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"Let's see. I'm trying to think what I should do first," Warren mused. He began humming to himself as I glared at him, wishing I could just reach out and stab him in the eye.
It better not be the end for me, because having Senator Warren Taylor be the person that killed me off would frankly be gross. And really disappointing.
Even though I'd understood the romanticism of Remington not wanting me to kill his father, I was deeply regretting going along with it. The next time that I felt like someone should die, I was just going to do it no matter what anyone else said.
New life goal.
"Oh, I know what needs to happen," he finally said, grabbing a huge butcher knife from a drawer nearby. I hoped that one of them had put that in there, because I couldn't think of a single reason that a sex club would need a large butcher knife for its activities. Although as Cain had pointed out many a time, I had just recently been de-virginized. So there were probably lots of things that I didn't know.
He practically ran towards me with the knife, and I inwardly rolled my eyes, realizing how he hadn't learned anything when I'd tortured him.
I was expecting him to stab me right then, but he stopped right in front of me, frowning when I didn’t flinch or jump.
“I wonder what it takes to make the Demon’s daughter scared?” he crooned as he lifted my chin with the flat part of the knife.
I could easily answer that one. It took the Demon himself.
He gritted his teeth, grabbed my shirt, and then began to saw at the fabric with the knife until it split open in front, revealing my sports bra. At least I didn't have a little lacy number on; I hadn't wanted to unearth a body in lingerie.
Although props to whoever could manage to do that.
Warren took the knife and sliced at my leggings next.
And that’s when my stomach began to hurt.
Being able to handle pain was one thing, but I hadn't mastered sexual assault, so this was probably not going to end well.
I was definitely going to be screaming if any part of his body entered any part of mine.
I made a vow to myself that I wouldn't cry though. The last thing that Warren Taylor deserved was my tears.
I was, unfortunately, wearing a thong, so when the leggings split open, he got an eye full of…a lot.
While he stared at me, lust dripping out of his eyeballs, I tried to work on the knots on the rope around my wrists, but they’d done a good job. They were extremely tight, and I couldn’t get them any looser.
Warren dropped the knife and then grabbed the straps of my sports bra, yanking them down so my breasts popped free. I bit my lip and stared at the ceiling while he grabbed my breasts and brutally squeezed them. One thing that the Demon had taught me was how to disassociate from my surroundings. And even though I'd used it mostly to protect my mind from pain in the past, I definitely needed it in this situation.
I tried to picture myself floating above my body, trying to convince my mind that I couldn't feel what was happening to me. And it worked, a little. He bent over my body and bit one of my nipples, and I didn't scream.
It was only when he ripped down my panties and forced two of his bandaged fingers roughly into me that I shrieked, the sound filling the room.
This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, I tried to tell myself, continuing to think about floating above my body and leaving it behind.
But the way that he was trying to break my vagina made it impossible. A scream almost burst my eardrums, and it took me a second to realize that it was coming from me.
All of a sudden the door to the room burst open and an animalistic growl joined my screams. The Senator pulled his fingers out of me and lurched backward, terror filling his features. He’d obviously thought that he would have more time before he was discovered.
I didn't bother trying to look behind me to see who’d entered the room; I knew who it was. Their dark energy was filling my lungs.
Unfortunately, their presence didn't take away the fact that I’d just been extremely violated, and I turned my head to the side and began to throw up violently.
But at least there weren’t any tears.
Paxton came into view and threw himself at Warren, knocking him to the ground as he began to pummel him ferociously with his fists.
"Little devil," Remington's voice said from next to me, and I blinked up at him, trying to get a hold of my emotions. At least he wasn't looking at me with pity; I didn’t think I could've handled that.
Despite the gentleness of his voice, the only look on his face was one of rage.
