of me.
After everything I’d been through, I shouldn’t have been surprised how sick these people were.
Leaning down, he whispered in my ear, “You’re all mine again, sweetheart.” He spun me around, passing my tray to a guy next to him, then he snaked his long arm around, gripping my shoulder as he led us away.
I forced myself to appear submissive on the outside, but the deafening screams in my head from the abused girl I once was made me feel like I was going to throw up again.
“We have a lot of time to make up.” The sinister chuckle in his chest scared the shit out of me, but even on shaky legs, I managed to keep myself together as he led us toward the staircase.
There was nothing he loved more than frightened prey. I tossed my shoulders back, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cower ever again.
Marcus hadn’t said anything in a bit, but I didn’t have the heart to listen to his protests while I did whatever I needed to in order to get a confession. Even if that meant going into a locked room with this sick fuck.
Discreetly, I stuck my pinky in my ear, pretending to have an itch. I caught the earpiece under my nail and plucked it out. The skin it had been adhered to burned once it was ripped off, but I didn’t have time to concentrate on a minor discomfort like that. I dropped my hand near a large house plant and flicked the mini device into the soil.
Clearing my dry throat, I asked, “Where are you taking me?”
He’d lived in a different home when he used to take me for the weekends. The sicko would only bring me there when his family was out of town. I’d seen the blueprints to this house while we mapped out our plan, but I had no idea which room we were headed to. Thankfully, I was being tracked through the tiny GPS superglued to the inside seam of my corset.
“So inquisitive.” Narrowing his eyes, he got closer to my face, taking me by surprise when his mouth forcefully collided with mine. I cried out and pulled away when he sucked and bit my bottom lip, hard. “I’d prefer surprising you. Build up your anticipation.” He was so close to me, I was sure he heard my heart trying to beat out of my chest.
His intimidating gaze went from my bloody lip back to my eyes. He’d always gotten off by hurting me. Drawing blood was just a bonus. “No more questions, angel. Get the fuck upstairs, now!”
His threatening tone and his nickname for me made me almost double over with nausea. He’d liked using pet names for me, as if we were lovers. I’d assumed it was his way of mentally accepting what he’d done to me.
Once at the top of the steps, we made our way down the long hallway, passing what I assumed were bedrooms. A symphony of grunts, moans, and cries came from behind each door. My stomach bottomed out when I saw Tommy on a hand drawn sign outside one room.
I’d followed the senator’s social media enough to know his son’s name. I had no doubt this man was a monster, but I couldn’t believe he’d allow someone to defile his own child’s room. Clearly, his sickness knew no bounds.
I felt a stronger sense of determination about what we were doing. His family would be better off without him in their lives. But first they had to see what he was.
I placed my hand on the door, praying for the women on the other side, and made sure to get the plaque in the frame. “Sounds like there are people inside. Aren’t we alone up here?” I hoped he would take the bait.
The crude jackass laughed. “A few of my friends are using the rooms while my family’s gone.” He had the audacity to look proud of this. As if housing his disgusting friends was a badge of honor.
Perfect time to link him to those other guys. “Oh—” I lifted an eyebrow. “—the same friends I saw in the dining room with those tied up girls?”
His lips pulled into a board grin as his eyebrows slanted down. “I see that freedom has given you a smart mouth.” He reached up and squeezed
After everything I’d been through, I shouldn’t have been surprised how sick these people were.
Leaning down, he whispered in my ear, “You’re all mine again, sweetheart.” He spun me around, passing my tray to a guy next to him, then he snaked his long arm around, gripping my shoulder as he led us away.
I forced myself to appear submissive on the outside, but the deafening screams in my head from the abused girl I once was made me feel like I was going to throw up again.
“We have a lot of time to make up.” The sinister chuckle in his chest scared the shit out of me, but even on shaky legs, I managed to keep myself together as he led us toward the staircase.
There was nothing he loved more than frightened prey. I tossed my shoulders back, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cower ever again.
Marcus hadn’t said anything in a bit, but I didn’t have the heart to listen to his protests while I did whatever I needed to in order to get a confession. Even if that meant going into a locked room with this sick fuck.
Discreetly, I stuck my pinky in my ear, pretending to have an itch. I caught the earpiece under my nail and plucked it out. The skin it had been adhered to burned once it was ripped off, but I didn’t have time to concentrate on a minor discomfort like that. I dropped my hand near a large house plant and flicked the mini device into the soil.
Clearing my dry throat, I asked, “Where are you taking me?”
He’d lived in a different home when he used to take me for the weekends. The sicko would only bring me there when his family was out of town. I’d seen the blueprints to this house while we mapped out our plan, but I had no idea which room we were headed to. Thankfully, I was being tracked through the tiny GPS superglued to the inside seam of my corset.
“So inquisitive.” Narrowing his eyes, he got closer to my face, taking me by surprise when his mouth forcefully collided with mine. I cried out and pulled away when he sucked and bit my bottom lip, hard. “I’d prefer surprising you. Build up your anticipation.” He was so close to me, I was sure he heard my heart trying to beat out of my chest.
His intimidating gaze went from my bloody lip back to my eyes. He’d always gotten off by hurting me. Drawing blood was just a bonus. “No more questions, angel. Get the fuck upstairs, now!”
His threatening tone and his nickname for me made me almost double over with nausea. He’d liked using pet names for me, as if we were lovers. I’d assumed it was his way of mentally accepting what he’d done to me.
Once at the top of the steps, we made our way down the long hallway, passing what I assumed were bedrooms. A symphony of grunts, moans, and cries came from behind each door. My stomach bottomed out when I saw Tommy on a hand drawn sign outside one room.
I’d followed the senator’s social media enough to know his son’s name. I had no doubt this man was a monster, but I couldn’t believe he’d allow someone to defile his own child’s room. Clearly, his sickness knew no bounds.
I felt a stronger sense of determination about what we were doing. His family would be better off without him in their lives. But first they had to see what he was.
I placed my hand on the door, praying for the women on the other side, and made sure to get the plaque in the frame. “Sounds like there are people inside. Aren’t we alone up here?” I hoped he would take the bait.
The crude jackass laughed. “A few of my friends are using the rooms while my family’s gone.” He had the audacity to look proud of this. As if housing his disgusting friends was a badge of honor.
Perfect time to link him to those other guys. “Oh—” I lifted an eyebrow. “—the same friends I saw in the dining room with those tied up girls?”
His lips pulled into a board grin as his eyebrows slanted down. “I see that freedom has given you a smart mouth.” He reached up and squeezed
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