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“I want to be taken care of,” I whisper. “Mr. Vale wouldn’t let anyone else touch me. I like being touched. I need to be touched. And I’ve been bad.”
Feverishly, I try and work out just how I’ve been bad when he shushes me. “I like teaching bad girls to be good. We have a lot of friends who will help beat and fuck the badness out. Would you like that?”
My stomach lurches hard, sinking into my shoes. Of course, he doesn’t care if I did something or not. He just wants to hurt and do terrible things to me. I slide my free hand in my bag and rest it on the gun.
“Yes, Sir.”
He laughs again. There’s another voice behind him, but I can’t work out what they’re saying. “Have you had more than one man before?”
“No.”
“Come to the place where we had the party. Someone will take you down to meet us. We’ll be waiting.”
I hang up and shudder. “Creep.”
Then I give the driver the address.
I’m blindfolded as soon as I’m guided into the shuttered club. The huge, beefy guys who let me in strip me down to nothing, taking their time, touching me as they go. I lose count of how many times I almost puke my guts up at their demanding hands. My skin crawls with fear and disgust.
Once I’m undressed, they lead me down a set of stairs. I don’t know exactly where they take me, but a door creaks open and I’m led through it. A gruff voice slithers over my skin like slime.
“Leave her bag and clothes there, Cruise, you can go.”
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” That’s Jeremy, I remember his disgustingly slimy voice. “She blushes so well. It’s going to look amazing on film. I wouldn’t pierce or tattoo her yet. Not until you get all the innocent girl forced gangbang footage from her.”
I will myself not to scream or leap for my bag. My gun’s still in there. Those goons never checked.
Because they think I’m stupid.
Clammy hands touch me, play with my nipples, slip between my legs to touch my slit. Whoever it is doesn’t penetrate me. And I’ve never been so grateful for delayed gratification and control before in my life. As it is, I’ll need to bathe in bleach if I survive this fucking brilliant idea of mine.
No, dammit, Iwillsurvive.
I repeat that through the waves of fear as the man touching me turns me around. “Look at that back.”
It’s Peters. The one who tried to get at my ass.
“Look at that ass. I’ve seen it on the footage, but in person, up close…” This has to be Henderson. “I wanna stick my dick in that. You wanna be an anal queen, sweetie?”
“I…”
“Shhh…” he says. “That’s down the road. First, you’re my pet. That’s what you came for, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes. Sir.”
“He’s broken this one so well,” Henderson says, his voice almost a moan. “You know, sweetie, I like to share. You want that, you told your friend Mr. Peters that.”
“You like being blindfolded?” asks Jeremy.
I nod.
“Not this time, though. We want you to see what we do to you and who’s doing it.”
Peters takes the blindfold off and his phone buzzes. “I need to take this. Let me know when you start.”
“In a few minutes. First, we’ve got some business to discuss.”
“But…”
