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“Not if I tell him it was you,” I say, proud of how steady my voice sounds.
“And I’ll tell him you’re a lying slut,” Freddie counters. His grin widens. “I saw what he did to his last slut wife.”
My face pales, but there’s nothing to the threat, not really. Besides… Pavone will assume Victor and his flunkies had me anyway. He wouldn’t kill me right off the bat. He knows he’s getting damaged goods by now.
Freddie pushes my thighs apart, but he has to let go to fumble with his fly. I take that opportunity to kick him in the chest.
He grunts, but I don’t have enough force to do much damage. Once he’s got his cock out, he reaches for me again. I try to scramble away, but his long arms catch my ankle and drag me back to the foot of the bed.
“I’m going to relish this.” Freddie grabs both my legs and forces them wide open. Angelo’s shirt has slid up on my body, so I’m fully exposed to Freddie.
“Stop!” I try to close my legs, but my struggles have no effect.
Another thought comes to me: what will happen if Angelo finds out I fucked Freddie? He was so mad when it was analmostthing. He’s been calling me a slut and a whore this entire time. The punishment for sleeping with somebody else will be severe, especially after I promised to only sleep with the three of them. What will be worse than the trunk? I don’t want to find out.
I sob loudly. “Please. Please don’t do this.”
He slaps me, hard, across the face. “Shut up. You should be grateful. I’m bringing you back home when I’m done with you. Didn’t you just try to escape? Again? You said that you’d fuck me if I got you out. I’m just following through on my word. It’s your turn to follow through on yours.”
That had been an eternity ago, and everything had changed. Before, we wouldn’t have gone to my father, and before… I hadn’t been so afraid of getting caught.
Tears roll down my face and I close my eyes. I should keep fighting. But it all feels pointless. No matter what, I’m going to suffer. Victor, my father, Pavone—even Freddie. All these men who have decided they can do with my body whatever they wish. I’m just a tool for them.
I can feel Freddie’s cock pressed up against my folds, unbearably hot.
“I’m going to destroy your cunt,” Freddie whispers. “Open your eyes and look at me, you fucking whore. Get a good look at the man you tried to ruin.”
I didn’t try to ruin him. He was just convenient. But I’m tired of everything, so I open my eyes in hopes it will get him to hurry up.
And just as I do, Freddie’s throat explodes in red.
The blood gushes out, spraying onto my face, my chest. My thighs, my cunt. Some of it drips into my mouth, and I frantically try to wipe it away.
The pressure on my thighs lets up, and Freddie starts to lean forward, blood flowing onto me. But Freddie sways backwards and drops to the floor.
Shock has me completely frozen. I don’t understand what happened.
“Princess? Fuck, are you all right?”
I finally look up, still dazed.
Angelo.
His name seems very fitting at this moment. My guardian angel, come to rescue me.
I start to giggle. It’s not funny, but somehow I can’t stop. I’m covered in blood, there’s a corpse on the floor, but at least I’m not alone. At least Angelo came for me.
I laugh and laugh, and Angelo’s giving me a concerned look and that makes it even funnier, or maybe worse, until my laughter gives way to sobs and I’m crying. As soon as the tears fall, Angelo wraps an arm around me, unconcerned by all the blood.
“Shh, Lucia, I’m sorry, it’s all right. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand that the problem isn’t Freddie—it’s me being trapped in this room to where I was almost grateful for Freddie, the fact that I’d rather be covered in blood than spend another minute in isolation.
I cling to Angelo as he picks me up and carries me over to the bathroom. He has to set me down to work the shower knobs, but I keep my head buried in his chest the entire time. The blood soaks into his dress shirt. He won’t be able to go back out to the party like this, and that thought makes me wipe more of my body off on his clothes.
When Angelo deems the water warm enough, he tries to gently push me under the spray, but I shake my head. “Don’t leave me,” I beg.
“Princess…” Angelo sounds at a loss. I’m not going to make it easy for him to abandon me again, though.
