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Vera.
I snapped my head toward the main building, where Kai stood at the foot of the stairs at the platform.
“Avery went this way,” he said, nodding. “Come on.”
ChapterEighty-One
VERA
“She’s ugly and pudgy,” Blaise’s mother said, her voice shrill. “Not your typical cheerleader from Redwood that you’re all used to. But I’m sure one of you horny fuckers would love to be inside her anyway.”
I whimpered and pressed my back against the concrete wall in the corner of the cell, as if I could disappear right through it. Tears streamed down my face, and I hiccupped.
“Let me out. Please, let me out,” I pleaded, like I had been for the past fifteen minutes.
“Who wants to start?” she continued, something that sounded like her fingers drumming against the metal bars. “You know that they’re the best when they’re getting broken into this life. She’ll cry, scream, and beg for you to stop the entire time you’re inside her.”
“No!” I sobbed, furiously shaking my head. “No, please, don’t! Please!”
Her heels clacked against the concrete floor as she walked away from the cell and laughed menacingly. “Oh, look at you,” she said to someone. “Getting hard, thinking about her already? I know you like those screamers.”
My shoulders jerked back and forth uncontrollably. I didn’t want anyone to touch me, never mind be inside me. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fucking fair. I hadn’t done anything wrong. I wanted to go home. I wanted to just go home.
“Why don’t you tell everyone what she feels like?” Blaise’s mom urged. “I’ll let you fuck her for free, just this once.”
“No!” I screamed, voice cracking. Tears covered my cheeks. “Please!”
Suddenly, the cell bars scraped against the concrete floor, the door opening. I scrambled back against the wall even farther to put space between me and whoever the fuck was about to touch me.
Footsteps padded against the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut, even with the blindfold over me, and furiously shook my head, sobbing loudly.
This couldn’t be happening. This really couldn’t be happening.
I wanted to go home.
I wanted to see Mateo and Mom and Blaise one last time.
I-I just didn’t want—
A cold hand grasped my ankle. I pulled my knee to my chest, tearing it out of the man’s grasp, then thrust it into his chest as hard as I could. If they were going to touch me, then I refused to go down without a fight.
The man chuckled darkly, as if this was exactly what he wanted, and seized my ankle again—this time harder. “Fight all you want,” he said. “The more of a fight you put up, the better it’s going to feel for me.”
He yanked me closer to him until my back was flat against the concrete. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of fighting, but I didn’t want his grimy hands all over me. So, I kicked him as hard as I could over and over, my feet cutting through the air.
“Let me out!” I screamed. “Let me out!”
Silence from everyone. Even Blaise’s bitch-ass mother.
“Please, don’t do this! Please!”
Ignoring my pleas, he grabbed my knees, thrust them apart, and crawled between them. I sobbed with everything that I had, my cries getting lost in the deafening silence of this cell.
What had I done wrong? Why couldn’t things have been different?
If I’d never started dating Blaise—
No, I couldn’t even think that.
