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“So as I see it, you owe me.”
“Owe you what?” I spit, suppressing my queasiness.
“A fuck,” he casually replies with a flippant wave of his hand.
Saint writhes madly, trying to grab Oscar with his non injured hand, but Oscar steps farther away, laughing. “Judging by your boyfriend’s reaction, it seems you were saving yourself for him. How romantic.”
“Don’t patronize me,” I snarl, but regardless of talking big, I’m shaking inside. And Oscar can smell my fear.
“Strip,” he demands, eyes cold. “It pleases me to know that I’m the first to taste this forbidden fruit. Even though you’re not my flavor, I will thoroughly enjoy it.”
He stalks toward me while I back up slowly. I desperately search the room, hoping to find a weapon, anything to protect me. But there’s nothing.
“Or maybe Alek beat Saint to the punch.”
Saint snarls, screaming in fury as he fruitlessly fights to break free. Oscar has struck a nerve. I dare not add fuel to this raging inferno.
“Come on, then. Don’t be shy. Let me see what so many have risked their lives for.” He gestures for me to strip, but when I stand rigid, arms wrapped around me in protection, he shows me playtime is over.
I hear the slap before I feel it. My face jars sideways, then a splitting pain shoots up to the gash in my temple. I move my jaw from side to side, shaking the white noise from my brain.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Saint bellows, his restraints whining under the force as he flails madly. Whether the drugs are slowly evading his system, or he’s running on adrenaline, I don’t know, but he suddenly seems stronger.
But his pleas only feed Oscar’s twisted games.
“I don’t think so. I said strip!” He reaches out, and before I have a chance to claw out his eyeballs, he rips my T-shirt down the middle.
Instantly, I cover my breasts, because even though I am wearing a bra, I feel naked under his predatory stare.
He thrives on my innocence. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.”
He lunges for me, and although I’m fast, he reads my moves and grips my wrist, spinning me around so my back is pressed to his chest. He pins an arm around my waist, prohibiting me from running. In this position, Saint and I are face to face.
The pain echoed in his eyes is reflective to the permanent smudge on my soul. What have we become?
Oscar licks my face as I bat at his arm, trying to break free. “You keep squirming, and I will knock you out cold. I don’t need you awake to fuck you, although it’ll be more fun if you are.”
“No!” I bellow, kicking my feet and clawing at his arm.
“Have it your way then.” With one arm wrapped around my middle, he uses the other to press it against my windpipe. I immediately scratch at his arm wildly because I can’t breathe. “I’m going to make you watch. Make you watch me defile your sweet ?????.”
My fight only has him pressing down on my throat harder as Saint’s anguished cries break me in two.
My eyes flicker, threatening to roll into the back of my head because I am on the cusp of passing out. I’m trying to stay awake, but the hold he has on me has cut off my air supply quickly. Saint’s pained expression will be the last thing I see before this monster rapes and kills me, and not necessarily in that order.
“Enough!” Saint bellows and the room falls still.
“Give me a better offer then,” Oscar replies, trying to subdue me as I will fight until my last breath.
The walls begin closing in on me, and it has nothing to do with the fact I’m seconds away from passing out. “Saint…no.” It comes out in a winded plea, but it’s too late.
“I won’t fight you. You can…you can have me. Just don’t hurt her.”
I slap at Oscar’s arm, desperate to break free because his hold on me wavers. He seems spellbound by Saint’s sacrifice. While me, I just want to gouge out this asshole’s eyeballs and kill him with my bare hands.
“I will submit to you, Oscar. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”
“Saint.” I gasp, eyes wide. “No.”
