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The little asshole smirks, “Is that what you think, Kitty Cat?”
I look him right in the eye, “Yeah, I do.”
He reaches around and grabs my seatbelt, yanking it across my body before clicking it into place, “I guess I will just have to show you just how wrong you are, Kitty Cat,” He puts the car in gear and takes off again, “Just remember that you asked for this.”
I study him as he keeps his eyes on the road. There's a tick in his jaw, and now I'm beginning to feel that I may have opened Pandora's Box. Am I scared they will hurt me? No, not in a bad way, if at all, but I get the feeling that I won't like what he's about to show me. I'll take it, whatever it is, only because it's as he said...I asked for it, and now I will deal with what comes my way by the time this is over.
Oakley brings me tothe Frat House but doesn't take me upstairs. Instead, he takes me to the basement, which smells like bleach and other cleaning products. I'm guessing they came down and cleaned up after letting Rob go.
“What are we doing down here, Oakley?” I look around, thinking I'm going to find the others, but it's only the two of us down in the creepy dungeon basement.
“You’ll see. Jett and Fynn are bringing what we need, so we must wait for them,” he states, which tells me who it was he texted just as we were on our way here.
“You're not planning on torturing me, are you?” I cross my arms so he can't see the slight tremble my body makes.
“Torture you? I thought I was supposed to be proving you wrong as to why we have the contract with you. Why would I torture you?” My core throbs as he licks his lips at me, “Of course, if it's what you want afterward, we are always happy to oblige.”
Suddenly, he's behind me, sliding a chair until it hits the back of my legs, making me sit in it. He's quick to secure one wrist, then the other, before I comprehend what he's doing. When he starts on my ankles, I finally come out of my muddled state.
“What the fuck, Harris?” I ask as I try thrashing and kicking out with my only free limb.
He takes hold of it, laughing, “Fight all you want, Kitty Cat, but I want you to watch the whole show and not try to leave when you get pissed off.”
“What are you talking about? What show?” I ask, panting heavily.
“The show you asked for, Kitty Cat. The show that's going to prove to you that we didn't have you sign the contract just so we can do depraved shit to you,” The basement door opens, and footsteps shuffle down the steps, “Because we have others that will allow us to do that.” Duct tape stretches across my mouth just as I'm about to ask what he means.
“Ah, Lovely Lina,” Jett hits the bottom step first, “I heard you have been very naughty today.” He comes over and lifts my chin up, pressing his lips against the tape just over my lips.
When he moves away, Fynn is there, smirking before stepping aside to show me a fourth person. She's pretty and has long red hair, “Meet Lara, Little Saint. Lara, meet Catalina.”
The redhead offers me a small smile, “Hi, Catalina. It's nice to meet you.”
Jesus, what did they do, bring a virgin down here to play with? She looks to be my age and innocent as hell, but looking closely, I see she keeps stealing glances at Fynn...MY Fynn! I scrutinize all three Lords, letting my eyes land on Fynn last.
I start talking through the tape, but it doesn't work out so well. Oakley peels it away, letting me ask the question that's bothering me, “So, who is Lara to you, and why is she here?” I try to keep the jealousy out of my voice, but all three guys grin, so I'm pretty sure I did a terrible job of it.
Fynn steps up behind the girl named Lara and caresses the back of his hand down her arm, “Lara was my standing weekly fuck. She's the only one I had come back time and again.” He states, “It's hard to tell by looking at her, but she's a freak in the sheets. She loves getting down and dirty.”
Glaring at the cocky Lord, I sneer, “So what is she doing here now?”
Fynn nods to the redhead, and she comes over to me. One minute, she's all innocent, and the next, a grin spreads across her face as she becomes more seductive. Placing her hands on my arms, she leans close to my ear and answers my question.
“I'm here to show you that they don't need a contract to act sick and depraved because they have me, amongst many others who beg them to do bad things to us. So, don't think you're special, because you're not.”
“That's enough, Lara!” Fynn glares at her, “That last part was uncalled for.”
The bitch smirks and then drags her tongue up my face, but before she can get to the top, the back of her neck is grabbed by an angry Fynn. I watch in shock as he drags her to the nearest wall and slams her back against it. Lara laughs and licks her lips.
“She's tasty...”
“You did not have permission to touch her like that! She's the Lord's property,” Fynn spits out, “I did not tell you that you could have her!”
Her eyes widen, and she grins, “Punish me, Fynn. Hurt me for touching your property.”
This girl is fucking psychotic! I think to myself. Fynn used to fuck her? I watch as my Lord raises her off the floor by her neck, but it only seems to get her off more.
“Do you understand now, Kitty Cat? We didn't need your consent to use your body because there are plenty of whores like Lara that beg us to do messed up shit to them,” Oakley snickers as he replaces the tape over my mouth.
