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“Show us, then. Show us how desperate you are to breathe in this toxic air tomorrow.”
“H-how?” I whisper.
He walks up to me slowly, his hand digging into his pocket. My eyes widen as he pulls out a knife, and a scramble back on my knees, but all it does is cause me to fall onto my ass. He moves around me, and I can hear of the click as the knife opens. My hands are tugged behind me, and I let out a squeal, fearful of him cutting into my skin, when suddenly, my wrists loosen, the rope falling away as my hands fall to my sides. “Take your shirt off,” he mumbles, walking back toward his friends. His head nodding to my small tank top.
I narrow my eyes, working out my numb fingers. “What? No!”
All laughter leaves his face as he watches me, his dark, harsh eyebrows lowering, the night sky highlighting his sharp cheekbones, making him look both dangerous and captivating. “I’m not going to ask you again, Hazel. Take your fucking clothes off,” he snaps.
I whip my head from side to side. “No!”
He takes a step toward me. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”
My lips curl back. “They haven’t!”
“I can guarantee they aren’t anything special,” Levi says with a lifted brow.
Felix’s lifts his knife, the silver blade gleaming in the moonlight.
“You can take your shirt off, or we each get a turn shredding your clothes off you instead.”
I sit there, gaping up at him.
He takes another step forward, his knife pressing against my collarbone.
“Three… two…one…”
The knife goes to the strap of my tank top, and he flicks his wrist, the strap breaking with little effort. I snap my body back, my fingers going to the hem of my tank top, and I pull it over my head, my fingers clenching the thin fabric as I hold it in my grip.
My nipples harden, peaking in the cold as their heavy stares drink in every inch of my body. Atticus hisses through his teeth, while Levi stands there, almost as if he’s looking through me, instead of staring at me.
His head tilts to the side, the black pools of his eyes watching me. “My friends will never touch you without my say. They can look, they can hurt, but they will never, ever take what isn’t theirs.”
“I’m not yours, either,” I grind out between my teeth.
He laughs, his knife coming up and grazing between my breasts. He slides it down, tickling along the heaviness of the curves. “What a foolish little witch you are.”
Taking a step back, he spins his knife around in his hand. “Do you think I should let them touch you? Get a taste of the wild inside you?”
My knees dig into the sharp sticks and twigs on the ground. I wonder if I could use any of them for a weapon, and then think against it. Dueling with these guys while half naked sounds like a ridiculous fight, and one I wouldn’t win. “Please no.”
He flicks the knife. “Stand up.”
I pause for a second, and when his eyes narrow, I press my hands against the ground and come to a stand.
Folding my arms across my chest, my breasts squish together with the movement, and I stare at them in both rage and terror.
They can play all the games they want with me. I can promise I’ll get them back for this. Every single one of them.
“Take your pants off,” he says, almost like he’s bored. His friends watch me, like I’m some toy to play with. They don’t see me as a human being, someone with emotions and feelings. No, these guys have never worried about that. All they want is the game.
And I am their pawn.
My mouth pops open again, this time in concern. “What? Why?” Sweat dampens my temples, my body locking up in fear.
“Because I fucking said so, Hazel. Do as I say or get back on your knees.” He steps forward, his knife going to my lips, the tip grazing my sensitive skin. Pressing down, my lips part, allowing the blade to slip into my mouth. He scrapes the blade against my tongue. “And we can play a different game altogether,” he murmurs as he pulls the knife away.
I clamp my mouth shut, my lips pressing together until they’re numb.
