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“Troy,” I say.

“Meh. Dickbreath works,” she shrugs, making me smile for a second.

“He, uh… Called me a whore and… He forced me to, uh… I threw up, and he got mad,” I say.

“And he hit you for it?” she asks.

“Well, he slapped me first. He asked how long I had been cheating on him, but I didn’t. I tried to tell him that, but… After he made me… He dragged me from the dining room to the bedroom…” I say, but stop.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Julian growls.

“Shh,” Natalie says harshly to him. “Go on, sweetie.”

“Troy… Used BDSM to hurt me… A lot. It was used as a punishment… He handcuffed me to the bed, and… He just kept hitting me… He wouldn’t stop until I wasn’t moving anymore… Then he… You know.”

“Raped you,” she answers.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “After, he put his gun to my head and just stared at me. I thought he was going to pull the trigger, but then he just told me to pack my shit and leave, so I left.”

“Are you hurt?” she asks.

“I’m in pain, but it’s the welts. Otherwise… no,” I say. “I’ll probably be sore, though.”

“Are you okay if they see the welts?” she asks.

“Yeah…” I say.

“I’ll make them turn around so you can get laid down, but I’ll grab you a sheet to cover up. Okay?” she asks.

“They’re… Down my legs too,” I say. “I think one on my thigh is bleeding. I don’t know.”

“They can move the sheet around to keep you as covered as possible then,” she says sweetly. I nod, and she steps back so I can get off the table. Julian grabs a white sheet from the closet and hands it to Natalie before he and Calder turn around.

I carefully try to pull my shirt off but whimper in pain and stop. I try a few more times before Julian and Calder cautiously turn around and step closer. “I’m sorry,” I say tearfully.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Calder says as he turns me away from them. They carefully help me get my shirt off, and the growl that comes out of these men is every bit protective and angry. One of them helps me get my leggings off, and now I am naked. Hardly a second passes before the sheet is used to block me as Natalie helps me lie face down on the table.

“Jesus, those are bad,” Natalie says.

“Can you grab the first aid kit, please?” Julian asks.

“Yeah. I’ll be back,” she says before leaving the room.

“Are they bad?” I ask quietly.

“Uh… yeah. A few broke the skin,” Calder says with a sigh. Julian moves the sheet over to expose the left side of my ass and sighs.

“This one is bleeding. It doesn’t need stitches, but it should be cleaned,” Julian says. “Is it okay if I clean it, or would you rather, Natalie?”

“You can,” I say. “Sorry I crashed your… whatever you are doing here tonight.”

“We were done for the night. You didn’t interrupt anything,” Julian says.

“What was class about?” I ask.

“Since when do you want to know what we do here?” Calder asks teasingly.

“Since the alternative is talking about how Julian is touching my ass,” I say, making Julian laugh. “It’s okay. Worse things have happened to my ass tonight.”