Page 85 of Uprising

He nuzzles if face into my hair sighing. “You need to loosen up Rose, stop being so boring all the time.” He states.

“Fuck you.” I spit back.

He grins. “Would you like me too? I’d happily slip this dress off and fuck you hard while everyone here gets front row seats.”

I can see it, I can see him doing that, I can see him violating me while his mates enjoy the show. He’s threatened it more than once too, more than enough times for me to think he’s just waiting for a chance.

“Please can we go?” I whisper.

“No.” He says firmly before snapping his fingers, ordering drinks. Only, I know drunk Darius is so much worse than he is right now.

When they arrive he all but forces the liquid down my throat. I half choke and the men around us smirk.

I don’t know how to fight this. I don’t know how to make this end but I know the longer I stay, the worse this is going to get.

He forces another drink down my throat. Again, I nearly choke. My head is starting to buzz. I don’t want to get drunk, I don’t want to lose any level of control I have over myself.

“Darius.” I say again.

He tilts his head, narrowing his eyes, making it clear I’m not behaving the way he wants.

“Don’t make me do this.” I plead.

“Do what?” He asks.

“This.” I state.

He grins, his hand running up my body. “You’re my wife. To honour and obey. Remember?”

I screw my face up. “I’m not doing whatever this is.” I state.

He laughs, groping me enough to make it hurt. “You’ll do as you’re told Rose.” He says.

“What if I’m pregnant?” I say back. “You’ve been fucking me enough, what if I have your child in me? Alcohol is bad for our baby.”

His lips curl, he leans forward kissing me and for a second I think that’s done it. That that thought will be my salvation. Only he pulls away and I can see it in his eyes. He’s not bought it.

“Nice try.” He mutters before his eyes drift off and that smirk gets bigger.

I look across to what has caught his attention and gasp.

It’s Otto, Otto and Sofia. She’s wearing a dress with almost the entire sides held together by straps. God, I thought my dress was bad, every step she makes flashes the curves of her body. What’s left of them anyway.

And all the awful bruises too.

Her eyes dart about. I see it, that same fear I have, only her movements look off. Like she’s not in full control of herself.

He sits opposite us, Sofia’s made to sit in his lap the same way I am Darius’s. And when I make eye contact with Otto he grins more.

“How is our dear First Lady?” He asks.

“Fuck you.” I spit.

He lets out a laugh, even throws his head back as he does it.

Darius wraps his hand around my neck pulling me hard into him. “If you continue to show me up then I will have to make a statement.” He mutters.

“Do it.” Otto says. “It’s the only way these bitches learn their place.”