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“Better check thoroughly,” he chuckles, his hot breath irritating my cheek.
“Fuck off,” I growl, fighting his hold. “Fuck—” I choke on my words when his hand goes under my hoodie and to the back of my bra.
My hands instinctively try to fight him, instantly being stopped by the tight handcuffs.
His fingers slide under the band of my bra, coming to my side, the tips creeping toward my breast.
“D-don’t,” I whisper in panic. I can’t find my voice anymore. “P—” I swallow thickly, unable to talk.
Like that day.
He closes his entire hand around my mound, making me cry out. “Please,” I whimper.
A hundred thoughts run through my mind. Maybe if I’d stayed with the brothers. If I hadn’t been such a bitch to Ethan. Maybe if I hadn’t decided to test the van tonight…
“All you low-life North Shore criminals are the same.” He pulls away from my boob, sliding down to my jeans.
Panic seizes me. He doesn’t even take the time to unbutton them, roughly pushing through.
“You ridicule us when we can’t catch you on your turf. Taunt us with your petty crimes. Act tough because you’re on your side of town.”
He grabs my underwear, pulling them up and forcing me on my toes as I hiss in pain.
I watch my breath fogging my window.
Exactly like that day.
“But when we catch you, you cry and beg us to leave you alone, like you’re some sort of fucking victim.”
He releases my panties, kicking my legs apart with his boot.
“Not feeling so strong now, are we?”
“Hall.” The foreign voice barely takes me out of the nightmare. I don’t think I can process anything anymore. His hand is unmoving, but it’s still rightthere,ready to break me like Elliot’s dad had.
“Hall, that’s enough.”
That’s his colleague. I only realize my eyes were scrunched closed when I open them again. He’s stopping him. It’s over.
It’s over.
“Get back in the car, newbie.”
No.
“What you’re doing…that’s not right.”
Please, don’t get back in the car. Please, don’t get back in the car.
“I said get your ass. Back. In. The. Car.”
I can’t see him, but I heard the fear in his voice and the will to help. Only one out of three witnesses wants to help. I want to scream at him to do it. To rip Hall off my body. To uncuff me and let me go home.
But my chest is too tight to speak.
My voice is non-existent.
There’s only a void inside me right now. And there’s nothing I can do with that.
