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Stewart points to me. “Strip her.” He crooks his finger at the other men. “Bring Mark to me, and the rest of you gather around. We’re gonna have a little party.”
I bite back a curse when Betts’ knife knicks my skin as he cuts away my shirt and bra. He trails the blade between my heaving breasts, down my stomach, to the waistline of my yoga pants which he shreds easily. Hands roam all over my body, touching and poking my most sensitive areas.
I pinch my lips together, refusing to make a sound glaring at all those who dare to lay a finger on me. Biting my tongue to keep from grunting in disgust, I silently promise retribution as soon as we’re out of this godforsaken mess.
“Why won’t she scream for me?” Betts asks angrily while pinching one of my nipples.
Stewart shrugs. “She probably likes it rough.”
My head swings in his direction as Demon’s body is thrown into the side of the table, jostling me. Pure fear radiates off his body as he trembles. With my attention averted, Betts lowers his mouth and bites my breast… hard. It throbs, but I swallow my screams, refusing to give him what he wants. He pulls away, grinning at me, blood coating his lips.
Son of a bitch! Keep cool, Jez. Help is on the way.
Sobs break through my haze, and I realize they’re not coming from me but through the coms.
“H-h-hang on, Jez,” Diabla hiccups in my ear. “They’re almost there.”
“I want to hear her scream.” Betts face contorts with rage.
“That’s not how we play this game, is it, Mark?” Stewart’s hand unbuttons Demon’s pants and yanks them down to his ankles.
Demon’s face is a mask of stone, but his eyes are vacant as he stares through me. That breaks my resolve.
“Demon…” I whisper.
“Look at that tight pussy,” a man grumbles as he shoves his fingers roughly inside me.
Betts smacks his hand away. “She’s mine first. After I destroy her cunt, you all can have a turn.”
“I want Mr. Beefcake,” another one taunts.
Stewart’s eyes flash with rage. “He’s mine, and I don’t share. A pussy will be good enough for you. If you want to fuck an ass so bad, take hers.”
My blood runs cold as Betts and the others start stripping off their clothes. Stewart pumps Demon’s cock in his hand, which hardens under his ministrations. His eyes close, and tears drip down his cheeks.
It’s not your fault, Demon. Sometimes, our bodies betray us.
“Bend over, boy!” Stewart orders. Demon’s body is shoved over the edge of the wooden table until his face is inches from mine. “You know what to do.”
Demon shakes his head frantically. “I-I-I can’t.”
I gulp as the barrel of a gun nudges the side of my head. “Demon,” I call out. His tormented gaze finds mine. “It’s okay… We’ll be okay, promise.”
Please don’t let this break him completely.
The gun’s safety clicks off, and Demon rushes to cover my mouth with his hand. “I’m so sorry,” he sobs.
“Look at me.”
Jez’s voice is muffled and sounds so far away, but I can feel her lips moving beneath my hand. I turn my head to stare at her beautiful hazel eyes, and the tears that fill them crack my heart in half.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
Rough hands grip my hips, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes.
How can this be happening?
“Shut the fuck up,” Stewart demands.