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How I don’t vomit right then and there, I’ve no idea.
Pure fear of being caught. That’s the only thing that stops me.
So instead of doing anything, I continue to stand there as I watch some of the worst moments of my life play out before me.
Corrupt, powerful men who think the world owes them something as they take whatever they want from women who don’t have any other choice.
Tears silently trickle down my cheeks as a hopeless feeling I prayed I’d never experience again washes through me.
Only this is worse because it’s not just about me. It’s about the four women in front of me, and all the others just like them across the country—the world—who have no way of escaping the monsters.
Lifting my hand, I catch my sob before it breaks free.
“Little dove, you’re killing me here,” JD says softly in my ear.
“I’m coming,” Aubrey gasps.
“We’re right here, Doll,” Mav assures me. “Just get out of there.”
“I can’t,” I whisper. “She’s seen me.” I can’t leave. Not until she does. And then I’m going to follow her.
“Shit, Pet.” Reid groans. I can picture him scrubbing his hand down his face as he battles with the best thing to do.
He wants to demand I leave, that or he’s considering busting his way in here to drag me out.
“I’m okay,” I lie. “I’ve got this.”
A blood-curdling scream rips through the air, and when I focus on the collared woman, I find another man has joined.
My blood turns to ice as I watch both of them hurt her.
She’s openly sobbing now as the first guy flips her onto her back, using the chain around her neck to put her exactly where he wants her as the other spreads her legs wide.
Then he resumes the hitting.
The need to curl up in a ball to protect myself is all-consuming. And I’m only watching. I can only imagine how she’s feeling.
They don’t stop until I’m sure she’s going to pass out.
She’s lying in a mess of her own blood, tears and sweat by the time the guy shoves his pants down and grips his cock.
He smears her blood all over it before thrusting inside her.
There’s no consideration for her. No protection. Nothing.
My tears come faster as he takes her hard and fast before pulling out and coming all over her.
He moves away, but he doesn’t release her lead. Instead, he picks her up and flips her over.
I wince at the sight of her torn-up ass but while it might concern me, the men don’t care.
Instead, he holds her lead tighter, continuing to control her breathing with its tightness while instructing the other man to take her. Which he does without hesitation.
By the time they stumble away, their bodies covered in her blood, she can barely move.
They leave her in a heap on the podium with the collar and lead still attached.
The need to rush out and help her is overbearing. But the others are still busy.
