Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Leave.
Go.
Forget.
He fisted me, keeping me far too present.
Biting my bottom lip, I fought the urge to cry out as he crushed delicate tissues and wrenched my nipple with malicious glee.
I didn’t look at Henri.
I didn’t seek salvation in his stare.
He couldn’t stop this.
And I couldn’t ask him to.
“Nine hundred!” Roland offered, making my insides slither to my feet.
Bending into me, Victor suddenly pressed his ear to my mouth as if I whispered to him. He nodded dramatically before laughing like a deranged courtier.
My eyes flew open at his weirdness.
What the hell—?
The crowd shifted with frowns on their faces, most likely thinking the same thing.
“You know what, Ily? I quite agree.” Victor let my breast go and tipped his chin at the men. “Ily just said it’s only fair to show her yours while you stare at hers.” Taking a large swallow of his drink, he commanded, “Those bidding on my jewel, put your hands where your money is. Show my pretty gem what she’ll be getting.”
A fresh wave of horror shot down my spine as the five men currently bidding all stepped forward and formed a line ringing the moat separating the dais.
One by one, they stripped.
Buttons undone, shirts off, shoes kicked, trousers and shorts unzipped, and boxers…
I gulped as five men tore off their underwear and tossed them onto the grass.
Not a single man was soft.
Five cocks hung stiff and angry between hairy thighs. Some short and fat, some long and narrow, all of them disgusting because they belonged to rapists.
The chain jangled above my head as I lost control and fought.
Rage crested through me.
Impotent rage.
Helpless rage.
I wanted to wrench off every single offending appendage and run.
Run!
Victor snickered. “Ah, look at that, gentlemen. You’ve made her horny. Perhaps I should just let all of you fuck her? Eager beaver that she is.”
I’d never hated someone so violently. So completely.
I’m going to kill you.
Somehow. Someway.
I’m going to kill you all.
“Hell yes.” A man grunted, cupping himself. “I haven’t enjoyed a good ole’ gangbang in months.”
I went ice, ice cold.
No…
“I’m in, as long as I’m not unlucky number five.” Another laughed. “Whoever goes last will feel like he’s thrusting into man slime with how much jizz will be up there.”
A round of awful guffaws sounded.
I didn’t look for Henri. I didn’t expect him to leap to my defence.
We both walked such a thin, thin line. The tiniest filament of thread that could snap at any moment.
“Stop the auction, Vic, and let us break her in for you.” A man with a bald head raised his glass. “We could all have a taste.”
My heart skipped, unable to find its right rhythm. It seemed terror was the only beat it knew.
Shuddering, I did my best to shut down as Victor leaned closer and ran his fingertip over my cheek. “Would you like that, Ily? Five men? Twenty men? Fifty? One after another, taken over and over again until you’ve serviced all of us? It would definitely be an initiation into your new life.”
I yanked my face from his touch.
I wanted to tell him to burn in hell. That eventually he would face his karma, but he chuckled and dropped his hand down the length of my body. “Let’s see what you think of the idea, hmm?” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Shall we see how wet you are knowing there’s a crowd of men all hard and aching for you?”
Before I could react.
Before I could shut down or protect the part of me that would shatter, Victor kicked my ankles, spread my tippy-toe stance, and plunged his hand between my legs.
A part of me broke.
I heard the crack.
I felt the giving of something I would never be able to fix.
Tears that I vowed I’d never shed in Henri’s presence gushed, welled, and spilled.
I didn’t make a sound. Didn’t fight or kick or struggle.
I couldn’t.
It was the single most demoralising, disheartening, distressing thing of my life as his fingers probed, found, and entered.
I jerked.
“Slippery little thing, aren’t ya?” He chuckled. “Seems you rather like the idea. Perhaps we’ll have to fulfil it…once I’ve wrung every cent I can from you.” He licked my cheek. “I’m tempted to make a bid myself. To lay claim to this sweet little cunt.”
His fingers spread me.
I flinched as he speared deeper.
The natural moisture of my body and the desire Henri had conjured utterly condemned me.
I hung in my cuffs as another crack sounded, another fissure, another break deep within.
“Tight, but not a virgin,” Victor whispered, his breath laced with sweet fumes of brandy. “Pity but not unexpected.”
His touch was grotesque.
Repugnant.
Vile.
Two fingers became three.
I clamped down on my tongue.
I choked on my screams.
Crashing, crippling horror crested.
Every organ perished. Every bone shattered. Tears suffocated, threatening to sweep me away in a river of panic.
Please…
Please, stop—
Moments.
I was moments away from—