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But that had been back when we were street kids and over the years, my brother had used the line about being tired of having his brother as his keeper too many times over the years so I’d eased up.
This was bad.
Very bad.
I had to get us out of here.
Because after being handcuffed to Victoria’s bed for two months straight, only allowed out on a leash to use the bathroom and for “walks” on a treadmill, also while leashed, I’d finally escaped, and swore I’d never, ever allow myself to be so powerless again.
I pulled at my wrists and felt the tug. Not cuffs. I looked at how Ruth was tied to the chair.
Duct tape.
Buck had likely used the same thing to tie me up.
A glance down at my ankles confirmed it.
His first mistake.
I looked around. Speaking of, where was the fuckwad? I opened my mouth, which tasted as dry as if it had been stuffed with cotton balls. Swallowing didn’t help, but I did it several times anyway and then tried again, croaking out a low, “Where?”
Moonlight glinted off Ruth’s wide, tear-reddened eyes as she looked toward the door and shrugged.
Did that mean she didn’t know? Or that he could be returning any minute? Fuck. Neither was good news.
I tried to roll my body to the side but barely shifted. Goddammit, no. If Buck was psycho enough to lock us up here like this, he’d probably do much worse when he got back from wherever the hell he’d run off to. He’d brought Ruth to a secondary location and that was always bad news. I’d had reason and opportunity to study this shit extensively. It rarely turned out well.
I sucked in several quick short breaths and huffed them out just as fast. I forced myself to think of just how much danger we were in.
And then I did the one thing I knew would throw my body into a panic and adrenaline response. The one thing I usually fought at all costs.
I intentionally thought about Victoria.
I thought about how her “husband”—really just a favorite slave of the moment—had held me face down on the bed while Victoria put the handcuffs on.
I relived how Victoria took her time with me that first night, introducing me to a kind of pain I’d never known before, and also forcing me to pleasure, over and over.
Over the next weeks, she’d use me in every way imaginable—a toy for her pleasure and a toy to torment because she was a sadist in every sense of the word.
By the middle of the second month, I was half convinced I loved her. Just like the other slaves she brought in and out.
Except that they all consented to be there.
I didn’t.
Which was why I was her favorite to play with. The more I begged for her to let me go, the more she loved to play with me.
By the end, I just wanted to die. I barely remembered who I was.
But Reece.
I never forgot my brother. Flesh of my flesh. The brother with my face.
She broke me down so far that I lost my sense of self, that I could almost forget my life… but I could never forget him.
Every time I looked in a mirror, I saw him. He was the one thing she couldn’t steal.
I grunted in fury, adrenaline bursting in every cell as I rocked my body again. I expected to rocket to a sitting position with the energy of my anger. The fury and rage at what Victoria had done to me, the way she’d made me doubt my own sanity, sexuality, everything—
