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Now, I think not. I’m pretty sure if I took her out of here, it would be a kidnapping. Not a rescue.
“Take your damn panties off, ya little slut!” a man shouts, filling me with fiery contempt.
I take note of every motherfucker in the room, noticing more than a few Vultures seated, enjoying drinks served to them by women with tiny scraps of clothes covering their bits. One’s in a corner railing a buxom woman bent over a table. Funny how they never mentioned seeing Brooke all this time.
I never did like the Vultures, the men we recruited that aren’t allowed into the Keep or to even know where it is…yet. They burn the bodies we drop in exchange for supplies and the dream of one day being allowed in.
And now I know my worries were not unfounded. Their allegiance could very well lie elsewhere, and whatever secrets they held for us, sold.
A part of me thinks I should leave. If Brooke likes flashing her tits and leading men on, who am I to deny her the privilege?
But there’s this small kernel of hope that maybe that sweet girl can still be rescued. That she’ll leave with me and start anew.
Innocent blue eyes gaze down from the stage.
She’s staring.
At me.
Holy shit, it feels like my heart is about to explode.
We lock eyes as she gyrates her hips, her hands gliding over her perky breasts. Fuck, I’d drop to my knees right now if she asked. I’d worship her—I’d fucking kill the whole damn city if I had to.
Right now, she’s all that exists in the world. The only thing I’ve ever wanted. Ever dreamed of having for myself.
When I met her, she was a scrawny-looking princess that dreamed of escape. That’s all changed, because now she’s swinging around a pole, her nearly nude body calling to me, promising sweet, tantalizing delights.
Twenty years old is plenty fuckable,I tell myself.
Yeah, I’m totally purchasing myself a timeshare in hell.
I grind my molars, trying to force the lustful thoughts from my brain.
Just walk away. Brooke is still alive. She’s safe here. That’s all that matters.
It’s the smart thing to do. Now that I’ve seen her, I can go back to the Keep in peace.
It’s a lie I tell myself, so I don’t do something foolish.
As I’m about to leave, a man steps onto the stage, thick in the middle, walking with a cane.
“Folks, tonight I have something special for you.” He stands next to Brooke, wrapping a thick arm around her hips. She stiffens, her eyes downcasting.
She’s ashamed.
Rage boils through my chest as I watch the boorish man escort her to the edge of the stage where men reach for her.
I swear to fucking God I’m about a breath away from killing every last mother fucking in this hellhole, but somehow, I restrain myself.
“Alright,” the fucker shouts. “Who’s hungry?”
* * *
BROOKE
The crowd roars wildly.
“Tonight’s your lucky night, because for the first time ever, Brooke here is going to offer a kitty-cat lunch.”
