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He pulls me behind him, dragging me down the hall. We hit the main room, but Alan doesn’t stop. He keeps going, hauling me down the hallway until we’re at the cell doors. The prospect on duty scrambles from his spot when he sees us.
“Open the fucking door!” he yells.
The prospect moves quickly, and has the door open in an instant. Alan reaches forward, grabs the bars, and yanks me through. The prospect’s face falls as we pass him, his eyes filled with pity as he meets my gaze. Pity, yet no action.Fucking coward.
His hand still clenched around my braids, Alan pulls me along until we’re just outside of Priest’s cell, and then he throws me to the ground in front of it. I don’t dare look up at Priest, but I feel his warm presence there. I hear his feet hit the floor from his cot, staggering to a stop in front of us.
“The fuck are you doing, man? Is she okay?”
“I heard you’ve been talking to my girl,” Alan seethes. Gripping my hair once more, he yanks my head back, forcing me to peer up at Priest. Terror flashes in his eyes, and his jaw goes rigid when he sees my face.
“I’m not your girl,” I hiss.
With an enraged growl, Alan shoves me into the bars and drags me to my feet. My face presses into the cut hard metal, my eyes locked on Priest’s.
Priest lunges forward, so close now, I could touch him. “Let her go, motherfucker. She’s not a part of this. You want me, not her.” Panic cracks in his voice. “Boo has nothing to do with this.”
Alan stiffens at my name.Shit. Now he knows I lied.
Priest knows my name, and he just admitted it. I’m dead. Fucking dead.
Alan’s fingers dig into my scalp as he shoves my face forward, the pressure of the bars biting into my face. “This bitch is my fucking property. I’ll do what I want with her. If I want to take her right now with you as an audience, I will. If I want to take her life, right here, right now, I fucking will. She’s mine.”
“Just let her go,” Priest pleads, the fight gone from his voice.
I stare up at him, my gaze strong, trying to tell him without words that I’m okay. This isn’t the first time, as Alan forces himself on me whenever the hell he likes. He can’t let Alan break him. He can’t let him win.
“No,” Alan growls. “I want you to watch, Preacher. You watch how she takes my cock, how she squeals when I fuck her. How she submits. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my little mouse?”
My eyes don’t leave Priest’s. He needs to let this happen, but the stubborn man shakes his head and steps forward, lacing his fingers through the bar to caress my index finger with his. His calming touch jerks me back to reality. If he tries to stop Alan, he’ll punch his ticket to the underworld. They’ll exploit me to get him to talk. I’m not worth that. I’m not worth a kid’s life.
Alan releases his grip on my hair, but traps me against the bars with his body, awkwardly ripping at my clothes. The cold metal bites into my flesh as he rips and tugs, finally succeeding in getting me naked.
With no reaction, I look at Priest while Alan’s hands trail down my neck, then farther south. He cups my breasts, squeezing them painfully in his grip. My breath hitches from the pain, but I don’t cry out.
Priest doesn’t have the same restraint, though. He roars, banging and yanking on the bars as if he can rip them from their frame. Blood streams from his knuckles as he falls apart in his cell.
I ignore what’s happening to my body right now and keep my gaze trained on Priest. “Please,” I say, though I don’t make a sound, forming the single word with my lips.
Alan’s hands reach the apex of my thighs and pushes between them, despite how hard I’m clenching them together.
“Open them, Boo,” he growls into my ear. When I don’t comply, he forces his knee between my legs and fumbles for his belt.
“You want information? I’ll fucking give it to you,” Priest shouts, no longer trying to decimate the bars, and instead, wrapping his hands around them, desperation clear in his voice.
Chuckling, Alan pauses. “Just like that, huh? You’ll give up your club for a piece of pussy? Fucking pathetic.”
“I’ll give you what you want, but only if you let her go,” he argues back. “You don’t need her.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. My little mouse is special. Let me show you just how special she is.” Alan’s belt smacks my bare ass as he rips it from his waist. In a flash, that belt is around my throat where the collar had been just moments ago. He tightens it, restricting my air as he grinds his cock against my ass.
“Stop!” Priest cries. “Don’t fucking touch her!”
“Fuck you, Preacher. I own this bitch.” Helpless to do anything, I feel his body moving behind me as he pulls down his jeans, and then, without warning, he shoves himself inside of me as far as he can go. I cry out in pain, trying to fight back. This time is different than any other time Alan has raped me. This time, he’s more detached. He’s going to kill me, right here and now, all to make a point to Priest.
Alan thrusts into me over and over again, yanking on the belt around my neck, forcing my head to snap back.
“Look at me, Boo,” Priest whispers, his face just inches from mine through the bars. “Focus on me.” I meet his sad gaze, wishing I could crawl into the kindness there and wrap myself in his warmth. “I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry.” He repeats the sentiment again and again as Alan claims my body in front of him. All I can do is just hold his stare. My Mississippi’s aren’t needed when I have his face in front of me.
