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The basement is a grim, dank place with the smell of decay hanging heavy in the air.

Alex pushes me further into a room at the bottom of the stairs.

The walls are bare, the light from a single bulb swinging overhead casting deep shadows. It’s colder here, and the silence is oppressive. I stumble on the uneven floor, shuddering as I catch sight of the chains attached to the wall.

“Strip,” he commands. The word hangs in the air, ice-cold and venomous.

I shake my head, backing away until the cold, rough stone wall stops my retreat.“I won’t.” My voice barely more than a whisper.

His grin turns sadistic. “You will,” he says, his voice chillingly calm, “Or I’ll make you.” The threat in his words is clear, and my heart pounds in response.

I swallow hard, knowing I don’t want him to touch me. My only choice is to do as I’m told.

Reluctantly, I comply, stripping down to my underwear. The cold air wraps around me, each goosebump a cruel reminder of my situation. Alex eyes me, and a cruel smile crosses his face.

“Underwear, too.”

I feel a fresh wave of humiliation wash over me, but I know I have no choice. So I remove my bra and panties, crossing my arms over my chest to hide my breasts. My nipples are hard because of the cold, and it’s embarrassing.

“My brothers will enjoy fucking you. You’re very pretty and have a lovely body.” His eyes roam down to my pussy, and I wish I could hide myself, but I’m bare to him.

I want Remy to find me, but he won’t even be looking for me. Tears well in my eyes, and for once, I can’t stop them from falling in front of my captor.

He steps forward, the smell of his cologne overpowering and nauseating. His hands reach for me, and I flinch, unable to stop the instinctive reaction. He forces my arms down and cups my breasts roughly.

Bile rises in my throat. I want to fight, claw, bite, and kick, but I’ve learned that resistance only leads to more pain.

“Stay still,” he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I grit my teeth, forcing myself to remain motionless. And then he spins me around and claps my wrists into the chains affixed to the wall, forcing my stomach hard against the rough stone.

He yanks the chain without warning, and I’m pulled tighter against the wall. The chain is wrapped around my wrist, the metallic links biting my skin.

Before I can process what’s happening, I hear the snap of something behind me. Apprehension settling like a stone in my stomach. And then I feel the slice of a whip against my back, making me scream in agony.

This basement is a place of nightmares where hope comes to die. And I’m trapped here with no hope of escape. I keep my eyes tightly shut and accept my punishment. I wish I didn’t see Remy’s face every time behind my shut eyelids, as I know I’ll never touch or kiss him again, and it hurts more than anything Alex can do to me.

41

REMY

The plane cruises at ten thousand feet as we get our equipment on.

Edoardo’s contact, Jimmy, explains the GPS we will use to land correctly. We’re diving in tandem since there’s less chance of going off course, as one can focus on the GPS.

Leo looks about ready to shit himself.

“Are you going to be alright?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah, I’m just not a fan of heights.”

I clap him on the shoulder. “Man up.”

His jaw clenches, and he nods.

Frederico clears his throat. “We’ve got this.”

“Alex won’t know what’s hit him,” Edoardo says.

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