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My eyes widen in fear. I shake my head vigorously.
Briggs smiles evilly. “That’s about to change.”
Potts steps up to my face and smacks my cheek with his dick. “Open, pet,” he orders. “But if you even think about biting, I will have Dmitri bring me someone even younger, force youto watch, and then start cutting off body parts to send to your family. Do you understand?”
My eyes widen in fear. “Ye?—”
He slams his cock into the back of my throat. I gag and try to pull away. He fists my hair and thrusts forcefully until his movements become erratic, and he erupts in my mouth.
“Swallow!” he commands. I shake my head. “Briggs, I think we should try the cattle prod.”
I gulp. Potts pulls free, and I barely have time to gasp for breath before the next man pushes his way past my lips.
“That’s it, pet. Suck my fat cock.”
Jameson slams into me from behind, and the man in my mouth groans, increasing his speed. The onslaught continues, and I lose track of time as I’m raped over and over again. Just when I think it’s over and my body is covered in cum and bruises, Briggs steps forward.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, pet?” he snarls.
Briggs runs his hands down my back and glides them over my buttocks, pulling apart my ass cheeks. “Gather around, gentlemen.”
“No more, please,” I cry, my voice barely audible.
He slams into me without any prep and without warning. I scream, and then darkness overtakes me.
My living room comes back into focus. I blink several times and take some deep breaths before I stand on shaky legs and drag myself to the bathroom. Placing my hands on the sink, I stare at my reflection. A hollow shell stares back at me. This apartment, working from home… It’s nothing but a false sense of security.
Briggs’ words play on repeat in my head.
Now that we know where you are… we are coming for you. There’s nowhere you can run. You’ll never be safe.
He’s right. I’ll never be safe. Jaxson and his team are out saving the world, as they should be. No one is ever going to believe that a senator is caught up in a sex trafficking ring without proof, either. If I go forward, it paints a target on my back and will ruin my father’s career, but I can’t let myself be captured again.
Yanking open the medicine cabinet, my eyes roam over the bottles. I grab the leftover Percocet from when I had broken ribs, and the Xanax and Ambien that Jessa prescribed. I have about six Percocet left and half a bottle each of the others.
I scramble into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water, twisting off the top. Then I toss back a few pills at a time until they’re all gone. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, I write a quick note:
Dad,
I love you so much. You mean the world to me and are the best dad in the world. Forgive me.
Love,
Aurora
My head starts spinning, and I sway on my feet. Using the wall for balance, I make my way into my bedroom. I barely make it to my bed when I tumble forward and hit the mattress.
Peace washes over me, and I fade into nothingness. I no longer need to cling to the edge of desperation.
CHAPTER 9
JAXSON
“Haveyou found the son of a bitch yet?” General Parks growls in my ear.
It's been three months, and we’re no closer to finding the bastard than we were when we went in search of Aurora. Our only saving grace is the victims we have found and rescued. Every day is a battle with conditions worse than the last for each layer we uncover. Unfortunately, I had to call and debrief General Parks on our progress.
“No,” I admit angrily. “Fucker keeps slipping through our fingers. He’s always one step ahead. I don’t know how he keeps evading us.”