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The room shrinks until all I can see is this awful woman. “There are so many ways to make you hate yourself,” she giggles, pushing her hand down my pants. Fingers gliding through my core, Lana grins triumphantly as she finds I’m wet.

She’s right, in this moment, I hate myself. I should be dry as a bone, rejecting her fully. Instead I writhe on the table as Lana pushes her fingers deep inside of me. It hurts though, and I make a strangled cry, barely heard as she tightens her hand even tighter.

“I wonder if I can make you cum before you pass out,” Lana murmurs, the palm of her hand rubbing against my clit.

No, no no!All the screams in my head won’t come out of my mouth, and my vision is starting to darken. A hand on the knob makes it rattle, and I flail my arms, shoving things off the desk. I can only hope it’ll get Isaac’s attention.

“What the fuck. How did this get closed? Silla?” Isaac shoves the door open as he steps inside, his lips snarling as he sees that I’m pinned against the desk by Lana.

“She’s squeezing my fingers so well,” Lana coos. I don’t want to, but I can feel my walls beginning to flutter.

“No,” I rasp, but I can’t get away since she has me pinned still.

Isaac is trying to keep his shit together, but I know he’s as helpless as I am. If he reacts as a man in love… everything will go to shit. I can still see how tortured he looks.

“I don’t believe she’s consenting to any of this, Miss Kort. Unhand her and move on. Immediately,” Isaac growls.

Rolling her eyes, Lana pulls her fingers roughly from my pussy, making my body jerk in pain. I can see how much pleasure she takes in this as she shows us both my arousal all over her fingers.

“I’ll leave soon,” she murmurs. “Open, slut. There’s a mess all over my fingers, and I didn’t even get to make you come.”

My eyes now on Lana, I open my lips, ignoring Isaac. I don’t want to see his disgust for what I’m being forced to do. All I want is to protect him, even if I can’t help myself.

“Oh, now you listen,” Lana taunts me, shoving my fingers into my mouth. She pushes them deep, and my back arches as I gag. I want her out of my body. I want to scrub until I no longer smell like roses.

I want… so much. Sobbing, I break, tears flowing over my face as I gag. I can taste myself on her fingers, and it absolutely disgusts me. I should be better than this, right? I’m so confused by how my body is reacting to Lana.

Attraction and hatred, how is this possible?

“I said that’s enough,” Isaac roars. “The rules for your little games are simple and well laid out by the Warden.” I didn’t know there were any, but it’s Grayson, so it makes sense.

He may have let the lion into our walls, but he is attempting to keep her in check.

“So you do care if your little whores die?” Lana scowls, no longer paying attention to me as she hurts me.

“If we didn’t, the Queen would already have what she wants,” Isaac snaps. “Get out of my office.”

Releasing me, Lana grabs a tissue as I cough, my throat on fire as she cleans off her hand.

“This is all very impressive, but now I’m horny as fuck. Maybe Ayden will fuck me?” Lana hums as she walks out of the room, and Isaac closes the door behind her.

Rushing to me, he reaches out to help me.

“Please don’t,” I whimper brokenly. “I don’t know if I can stand to be touched right now.”

Isaac’s gray eyes glisten with tears at my pain. Hands pushed into his hair, he yanks on it to keep himself from touching me as he shifts from foot to foot. Isaac grunts as if it hurts him with every noise I make as I stand.

“It was only a matter of time before something like this happened,” I tell him with a sigh. “The Queen’s whores don’t get a choice in anything, remember? I’m just glad you got my first.”

Turning away, I move quickly to the door. I’m going to break again, and I want to claw my skin off.

“Silla,” Isaac whispers, but I’m already opening the door.

“I know… Zachary closed the door when your back was turned,” I confess, staring down at my feet. “I just wanted you to know that.”

“I’ll beat the fuck out of him,” Isaac vows, and I nod because that’ll have to be enough.

Throwing open the door, I move quickly to my room. I need hot water, soap, and I don’t know what else. I’m confused, consumed with hatred at how damn weak I am.