Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
She swallowed a painful lump. Kelsie’s trauma had been an abstract concept until this moment. Now, she understood the young woman’s violent, visceral reaction to the guard showing up at the door.
“One minute!”
Shit.
Brenna inhaled again as she stared at the dress.
Lock will come for you.
Her only option was to cling to that hope. With unsteady hands, she dressed in the outfit provided. Once finished, she glanced in the cracked mirror. A terrified woman who looked like an oversized child stared back at her. The flouncy dress wasn’t long enough to cover her whole ass. Luckily for her, they’d provided a lacy thong to match. She wanted to rip the pink bows off and shove them down Bolt’s throat. That thought brought the first hint of a smile since she’d been abducted.
As she stared at a horrifying version of herself, tears sprang free. She dashed them away with a huff. There wasn’t time for that. The second she got home, she was burning anything she owned made of lace. And she’d never buy white clothes again. Or pink, for that matter.
Be strong.
The door slid open without warning. Bolt barraged in, coming to a complete stop when he saw her.
“Damn.” He leered with a disgusting glint in his eye. “The tears are a nice touch. Helps set the scene,” he said with a chuckle before he made a show of adjusting his cock.
Fucking pig.
Nothing could have gotten her to stop crying faster. Brenna clenched her teeth and straightened her shoulders. Then and there, she vowed not another one of these monsters would see her upset. And it didn’t matter what Kelsie said or what she’d warned. Brenna would fight with every ounce of strength she had left. The only way one of these repulsive pieces of shit would have their sick fucking way with her was if they killed her first, and she’d make sure to inflict as much damage as possible on the way out.
Grabbing the damn props, she marched out of the room in those patent leather shoes. Bolt laughed as he trailed behind her. She clenched her fists around the lollipop stick and imagined jamming it into his eye. She had trouble killing bugs because the squish or crunch wigged her out, but she’d revel in the squelch of his eyeball rupturing.
“Up the stairs,” he ordered.
With no other choice, Brenna did as ordered. As she reached the top of the dark staircase, she could hear the loud boom of male laughter.
“Go right.”
She complied.
“Stop,” he said when she arrived near the end of another hallway—this one much shorter.
Bolt reached around her for the door handle, making sure to plaster his body against her. His erection nudged her back, making her gag.
He chuckled. “Have fun,” he whispered in her ear before opening the door and shoving her inside.
Bright light assaulted her from every angle. After spending countless hours underground in the dim, dank prison, the light was blinding. She shielded her eyes with a hand, blinking as she tried to orient to her surroundings.
“Next, we have Cindy,” a loud voice announced overhead, making her jump. “Isn’t she adorable? She never goes anywhere without that teddy bear.”
As her eyes adjusted, she realized she was in a large room with stark white flooring and three white walls. Straight across from her, the entire wall was floor-to-ceiling mirrors. She had a feeling a panel of vile, rich bastards watched her through those mirrors.
“Give this little one a lollipop, and she’ll do whatever you want. Cindy will be such a good girl for you, and if she’s not, she responds to a firm hand.”
She froze, except for her stomach, which lurched violently. Would they let her go if she vomited on the floor? No one would want her then, right?
“Please start the bidding. Cindy, honey, please turn slowly in a full circle for us like a good girl.”
Her legs trembled. Though she couldn’t see the bidders, she felt every eye scoring her skin like knives. The tiny hairs all over her body rose to attention. Never had she felt so exposed, wearing this goddamn dress while a bunch of pedophiles gawked at her bare ass cheeks. The lollipop stick bent in the force of her grip. She felt like she was a character in the plot of a horror movie as she turned around.
A buzzing in her ear blocked out anything else the emcee said. She fought to keep her promise to herself and not cry. These cretins would only get off on it, but with each passing second, maintaining control of her emotions became more difficult. Her breathing became choppy, and dizziness made it difficult to remain standing.
Then, the announcer said something that trickled into her consciousness and made her heart seize. “Thank you, gentlemen, we have a winner. Your prize will be delivered to you shortly.”