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“So, can I have my phone back? I’d like to stay updated with my family.” I raise a brow, sticking my hand out.
Jericho smirks. “You think we’d give it back to you after you just confessed…”
I stiffen when Arrow moves in behind him, plunging a needle into his neck and stopping him mid-sentence.
“What,” Jericho slurs.
“You were a bad, bad boy, Jericho. Time to pay,” Arrow murmurs into his ear.
I blink several times when Jericho collapses into Arrow’s arms with his eyes shut.
Shepp shakes his head, signing several things to Arrow, who just grins at him.
“Shush, Sheppy Boy. Daddy Jer is going to pay for being a selfish dick,” he hums, slightly petting Jericho’s dark hair. “Now, who wants to help me get him upstairs? He’s going to watch a wonderful show that he can’t participate in.”
Shepp sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Did you… Did you just drug him?” I swallow hard when Arrow’s light gray eyes find mine and amusement sparks in them.
“It’s kind of my thing, Kitten. Everyone is so uncooperative. This makes it easy.” He winks at me, as he heaves Jericho over his shoulder like he weighs nothing.
“What the hell?” I question, standing in the center of the large foyer, watching in horror as he skips up the damn stairs. “He…”
Shepp shakes his head and shrugs, not giving me an answer of any kind. He grabs my hand and slowly leads me up the stairs, trailing behind Arrow and a drugged-up Jericho.
Waking up bound and gagged was not something I ever thought I’d experience. On the contrary, really. I thought Journey would be the one in this position at our hands. Or maybe Arrow. He’s always wanted to be restrained for pleasure.
Instead, it’s me. Oh, how the tables have turned and not in my favor.
Sludge moves through my brain, making it hard to stay in the now. I could easily slip back into the land of the dead and not resurface for days. But judging by the grunting, skin smacking, and loud moans coming from somewhere in the room, I should probably open my eyes and greet whatever fresh hell Arrow has selected for me.
With every ounce of energy I possess, I peel my eyes open, blinking several times, and trying to push away the fog clouding my vision. My hand jerks up in an attempt to clear them, but I can’t. Restraints sit heavily on my ankles and wrists, confining me to the uncomfortable chair, positioned a few feet away from our massive bed.
This has Arrow's name all over it.
He's dead.
And I go to tell him how I'm going to chop him into tiny bits, but my tongue won't move and my mouth is pried open.
Wonderful.
Of course, when I woke up. I knew this. I felt it all over when I couldn’t even successfully wiggle my toes. I had hoped, though, that I was hallucinating. But I never get that lucky.
“Oh, goody! You’re awake,” Arrow says, climbing off Journey’s naked body with a look of pleasure crossing his face. “You’ve missed out on a lot.” He gently slaps my cheeks a few times, really bringing me back to the land of the living.
“What the fuck?” I slur beneath the ball gag in my mouth, preventing me from truly articulating how I feel.
Believe me, I have an insane amount of profanity to spew in his direction.
“You’ve been a real prick lately, Daddy Jer. So, I put you in time out for a little while so I could have some fun with the wife we share. Sharing is caring, ain’t that right, Kitten?”
The woman in question is naked on the bed, lying on her back with her eyes squeezed shut.
Her bare tits heave, gleaming with cum and sweat in the moonlight coming from the window, highlighting her beautifully scarred body that I love to satisfy. God, she's beautiful. The most gorgeous woman on the planet.
And she’s all ours.
How long have I been tied to this chair with a gag in my mouth and my hands secured behind my back? Too long, by the look of it. I attempt to remember the last thing we did. Fuck. We were standing by the front door saying farewell to our guests.
