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I stopped again, watching it flow down my arm, anxiously waiting for it to run enough to drip onto the ground.
“Move.” The woman grunted, and as she spoke, the armed goon beside her placed the end of his weapon against the back of my skull.
Fuck.
The blood spilling from the wound wasn’t going to be enough. I was hoping to at least leave behind a sign that this was where they had taken me through. Because I knew he would come. Liam would come.
Out of fear, my feet moved on their own, and before I knew it, I was standing in the middle of the warehouse.
Once I allowed myself to breathe, a distinct smell hit my senses. Nauseating. Disgusting.
Something had died inside this place and was left to rot.
Something or maybe someone.
My tears hadn’t dried yet, but at that image, they gained speed. It was hard to suck in oxygen as I tried as hard as I could to control the sobs that threatened to leave my mouth. The image of my body being left in a place like this for God knows how long was more than I could take.
“Finally.”
That voice. That sickening voice that lived rent-free in my nightmares broke through the space with an echo.
There he was. Mercier stood in front of a black car just a few feet away with another armed man beside him. His suit was as pristine as if he were to attend a ball. His hair slick and combed back, his attire complete with a disgusting smile plastered on his face.
That unrelenting hand was gripping my arm again, so tight I was sure it would be leaving a bruise. I looked up at the mountain of a man, pleading for mercy, but his face was nothing but a blank mask.
He was nothing but a gorilla in a suit, following orders to earn his bag of peanuts.
Pulling me all the way towards Mercier, the man didn’t even spare a glance my way. To these people, I was nothing. It was like I was a bag of goods being traded off for something that benefited the lady in white.
“Oh, there she is. My little prude whore. No one will interrupt us this time, Baby.” Mercier said, rubbing his thumb on my cheek, following onto my bottom lip. I tried to turn away, but his hand grasped my face and turned it towards his. “You look so pretty with blood on your face. Such a beautiful canvas to paint on. That color suits you to perfection.”
“She’s yours, Mr. Mercier, as promised. Now it’s your turn to hold up your end of the bargain, otherwise I will have my men hunt you down and finish the job.”
“Don’t worry, my dear, this won’t come back to bite your precious little mafia ass. I will have my fun first, and then I will dispose of the remains for good. Just as agreed.”
“I sure hope so. Make my money worthwhile, Mr. Mercier.”
“With pleasure,” he replied, his eyes deeply buried in mine. “And you, Baby, you will cooperate, or I will make it so much worse on you. You can scream as loud as you want. In fact, please do. I like it when they scream. But today, you will give me what I want, or I will simply take it by force. It’s your choice. I like it better when you squirm and kick before I can eat you up. I’ll leave that for you to decide.”
“Please.” My voice was broken, either from the tears or the notion that my words wouldn’t change anything.
Mercier leaned in and whispered in my ear, grabbing my ass so tight it hurt, “I’m going to make you lick the cum off the tip of my cock, and you are going to love every minute of it.”
I’d experienced his viciousness before, and I knew I was no match for his strength. Images of that night came flashing back again, and all I could do was pray for a miracle.
“Good. I don’t want to be dealing with this issue again, am I clear?” Why was this woman doing this to me?
“Crystal.” Mercier’s reply came with another one of those sickening grins that churned my stomach and made me gag.
I watched her turn around and start walking back out of the old warehouse, leaving me to face a certainly brutal death preceded by whatever Mercier found fit. Depraved and horrific, I’m sure.
More tears sprang down my face. There was nothing I could do to change my fate. Nothing I could do to free myself from his disgusting hold.
“Please, Mrs. Amato, don’t leave me here with this rapist. Please.”
“Rapist?” He grunted to my face, taking a handful of my hair and tugging harshly, angling my head so I was looking straight into those ice-blue eyes. “I bought you flowers, you ungrateful bitch. I even offered you dinner, but you were too busy getting your cunt fucked by a boy to accept.”
Flowers?
