Page 98 of Reckoning

Maybe they realise that.

Maybe that’s what makes them eventually stop. Only they break my leg first, they shatter a few more ribs too.

As Blue Eyes snarls in disappointment.

Otto steps up to him. “Guess she doesn’t know.” He says, like it’s not obvious.

“Guess not.” Blue Eyes says, spitting onto the rug, right by my face. “What a waste of my time.” He pauses, staring at me. “Unless…”

Otto turns his gaze on me, on where I’m lying half-conscious, with my arms still behind my back and I can see that glint in his eyes, I can see that thought already forming.

I shake my head, not him, please god, not him.

As his lips curl, I already know that I won’t be granted any mercy, that I’ll never be granted that. “If you want to fuck her, you only have to say.”

Blue Eyes stares at me. “You share her so easily?” He replies.

Otto shrugs back with a smirk. “She’s a whore, I’m just making sure she understands her place. Besides, what other use do I have for her?”

“You could breed her.”

My stomach twists. The thought of being pregnant with Otto’s child makes me want to vomit, but then that thankfully is not an option. That’ll never be an option.

Otto’s smirk turns into a sneer. “Useless bitch can’t do it.” He says kicking me in my ribs, sending a white hot searing bolt of agony back through my body.

Blue eyes grunts. “Then why not just kill her and be done with it?”

My eyes connect with Otto’s. I think I’m so broken now that I would beg for that, I’d thank him for it. If my husband produced a knife and ran it slowly across my throat, I’d smile and wish him well and finally, I’d know peace. Finally it would all end.

“And why would I do that?” Otto retorts. “It took me long enough to get my hands on her, why would I simply waste the opportunity now?”

“She’s worth more to you dead than alive.” Blue Eyes states like we don’t all know that’s true. I’m worth a fortune now that I’m the last Montague still breathing.

Otto chuckles like that’s some sort of joke. “She is precious to me.” He mutters. “Too precious to cast aside just yet.”

My heart sinks. He’s said the same before. Like he’s got some timeframe for all of this. That one day he’ll decide he’s had enough and he will kill me, but it’s not today. It’s never today.

“Guess this is all she’s good for then.” Blue Eyes says as he crouches down, running a finger down my body. “But I prefer to play alone.” He adds.

“Of course.” Otto smiles before ordering everyone to leave.

I’m too broken to move. To terrified too.

As the door shuts, he tilts his head, slowly undoing his tie and then removing his jacket. The way he undresses feels like a whole different level of torture. I don’t want to look. I don’t want to see him but I know only too soon he’s going to be on me, in me, he’s going to be violating me.

“Please,” I gasp. It hurts to move, it hurts to even breathe, I’m in agony and the thought of what’s about to happen, I don’t think I can endure it, I don’t think physically I’ll be able to.

He shakes his head, crouching over me, manoeuvring my broken body as I flinch. “You know I heard how your husband was treating you.” He says, “I didn’t quite believe it but now…”

His hands grab at me, his body weight presses on me and with so many injuries it’s absolute agony. I start screaming and he’s quick to muffle it, like anyone outside gives a shit.

“Ssssh,” He murmurs, wiping my tears away. “Don’t spoil this moment for me.”

“You’re a sick bastard.” I spit.

“That I am.” He groans as he pushes himself into me. “Do you know how long I’ve imagined this, Sofia Montague, naked beneath me?”

“Fuck you.”