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Instead of a deadly response, his arm wrapped over my shoulder as he scooted me tight to his side. "Do I need to remind you and everyone here who you belong to?" He spoke the threatening words loud enough to be heard over the motor.
"No," I muttered, probably too low to be heard. He forced my body close to nestle against him during the remainder of the ride. Up until this point in my life, I'd wondered what it would be like to ride on a boat like this with a handsome man. Love, that's what I would have considered it. Especially under the full moon that had begun to rise and replace the orange ripples with silvery-white. It should feel like a secret getaway where even the water beneath me glowed. Now it was a terrifying trip to the damned future I had chosen.
What made it the most strange was the large blackness we approached. As the moonlight began to shine over it, I realized it was actually a boat so large several families could have a long vacation on it. But why was it so dark? Maybe everyone was sleeping. Or maybe they had wanted their getaway to be hidden from people like Armon in waters that might be prowled by enemies.
The once-tight grip on my shoulder softened to gentle caresses at the nape of my neck. Armon had delight at the sight of the yacht. "God, I need to fuck your mouth so badly."
Responding to him would be of no benefit, so I chose to remain stoic. That stoicism ended as soon as he leaned against me, humming excitement against my cheek as his hand slithered between my legs. He’d waited to toy with me until we were in an open location he could humiliate me in.
A shudder took hold of me. Despite everything, I still loved his touch. It provided a comfort in the dark void he created.
A soft chuckle escaped him. "I know how much you enjoyed sucking my dick in front of everyone." He could believe whatever lies helped him sleep at night, but I still wouldn't respond.
"Or I could fuck you in one of the open showers as our prisoners watch and Cade records it." Those words made his sudden shift in attitude make sense. This wasn't a boat of his, it was one he stole. There were probably hostages already lined up to be killed.
"You're a sick man." I shifted my hips away from him and slapped his hand away as the boat slowed. I wouldn't do it. I wouldn't kill anyone else or be fucked in front of them as punishment for whatever wrong he believed deemed that sort of sadism. I would rather jump overboard to my death.
"Oh, my darling Sweet,” he purred. “Youchose this sick man to keep you and fuck you."
We parked next to the boat where a ladder had been extended. It was a slow climb up, and the sight was terrifying when I looked down the ladder. Armon already waited at the railing, helping me up the moment I arrived at the deck.
In some ways, I absolutely feared his touch. In other ways, I knew he wouldn't retaliate to any action of mine with physical brutality. The relief was a bit foolish given emotional pain lasted far longer than bodily suffering.
Once on deck, lights came on. Nine men were lined up on the hardwood flooring. Two women in fancy dresses had their hands bound behind their backs. I'd been dragged to another elegant event Armon had interrupted just so he could kill people.
A door opened to my left, and Katya came out. Her gait suggested pain—a pain my family had caused. The lineup of captives, all of whom were gagged, squirmed as she neared them. Some of Armon's men went into a door close by and came back with another prisoner they put in front of the others. I recognized him from television and news articles. A high-ranking official in the military section of government. The increase in light showed the violence he and the other victims already endured at the hands of Armon's thugs.
My captor went to his sister and whispered something to her.
She nodded and continued on her way to stand in front of the group of bound people. It was Cade who went to her and extended a pistol. She stood with the gun aimed as though she'd practiced this time and time again. As though a shot in the air would occur and let her know the competition had begun. Except, this wasn't a gun range with paper cutouts or dummies, nor was it a sports event to win. This was defenseless people, and she seemed all too content with the idea.
The first shot left my ears ringing and had her arms jerked upward. I couldn't look. Not at any of the blasts or thuds. I felt as though I was about to pass out from the breath I held. Maybe she was more evil than my own family. Maybe she’d committed murders just like her brother. And maybe she deserved everything that had been done to her in my garage.
Clicks sounded, hardly audible over the ringing in my ears. She'd run out of bullets. When I finally got the courage to look in her direction, she threw the pistol and hit one victim in the head. There were still two people excluding the man who hunched from the pistol she’d hit him with.
She was a monster whose hatred was more frightening than her brother’s. Even if Armon wouldn’t physically harm me, what would she do to me? I had no intention of finding out. With every passing second, I knew death would be better than to be wherever she was. I’d prefer to flee, and my life remain intact. I turned my head, seeking out an escape route, slowly backing away.
The crew of Armon’s thugs on deck seemed smaller—as though the vile show had ended. Only Cade, Armon, another man, and Katya remained. They spoke amongst themselves and looked at the scene. When I spotted my location of escape over the railing, I found my resolve and clung to it. I would go for it.
From where Armon stood, he glanced in my direction. I froze for a moment, unable to move. The sick bastard probably had a hard-on from the killing and was about to come over to fuck me.
When he turned for a step in my direction, I bolted toward the edge of the yacht toward where the small boat would be waiting below. Someone's grip had me but it slipped from my upper arm. I made it to the rail, speedily stepping up to hurl myself over.
The collar of the tight jacket caught, and I was pulled backward, but I still swung my elbows back at whoever had grabbed me. He released me with a hard toss forward.
The door prisoners had come out of came into view. I could make it there. I lunged for it and I yanked it open, not bothering to see who pursued. Blinding brightness from the hall met me, but I clung to the door and pushed a large bar that had to be the lock.
Bracing my hands to my knees, I panted. I wasn't safe in here. The predicament was worse. I didn't know these halls or where the doors led. Armon would have had complete control of the yacht. My only escape would be a quick discovery of another door to the deck before anyone closed in on me.
Loud banging forced me to stand upright. The reverberation of a slamming door came from somewhere nearby. Too close; they were already coming my way. I wouldn’t give up on this last chance for freedom, even if I had nowhere to return to.
Chapter Seventeen
Rushed noises came from behind me as I sped the narrow hall. I wasn't even certain how I managed to escape the murderers. It had been a hope, yes, but nothing more.
A few closed doors lined the wall, but they didn't yield when I tested the handles. Beyond that, I came to a dining area with several round tables and a wall with a buffet of food to choose from. Did Armon always interrupt meals? The smell as I passed the old breakfast was sickening. How long had these people been beaten or tortured?
Dark stairs to my right had me bolting downward. The yacht I'd thought large from outside felt cramped and inescapable as I attempted to navigate the spaces with speed.
