Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
He ends the video. Kashton was right. My stomach turns, and I place my hand over my mouth, gagging into it.
Evan laughs. “That sound brings back memories. I knew if I showed them a video, you’d come running home. You’re so predictable.”
I swallow the bile so I don’t embarrass myself more than I already have.
Turning to give him my back, I yank open the top drawer of my nightstand to grab my gun—I’m going to end this once and for all—but it’s not there.
“Looking for this?”
Slamming the drawer shut, I face Evan to see him pointing it at my chest. I give a manic laugh that makes him frown. “Do it,” I say holding my arms out wide, and he snorts. “Really. You’ll be doing me a favor.” He smiles. “Do it, you fucking coward.” I’m shaking, and my adrenaline is pumping. I’m embarrassed and ashamed. How could I have been so stupid?
He steps into me, the end of my gun pressing into my chest. “I’m the coward?” He cocks his head. “You’re the one who has attempted to kill herself twice and couldn’t succeed. You’re the coward, Eve.”
“I might have let myself down, but at least I don’t have to drug and rape women.”
Pain explodes in my face, and I’m knocked off my feet. I blink rapidly, lying on the floor while he stands over me, yelling. I can’t make out what he’s saying. It’s like I’m in a tunnel, his words echoing.
Touching the side of my face, I feel wetness and then see blood on my shaking fingers.
“Get up, you fucking bitch,” he barks, grabbing my hair and yanking me to my shaking legs.
When he lets go of me, I take the opportunity and run to the kitchen. My hand curls around the knife handle just as he comes up behind me, slamming my body into the counter. My knees hit the cabinets so hard the wood splinters.
“Come on, sis. Don’t be shy now.” He reaches around and squeezes my wrist, forcing me to drop the knife, and I scream in frustration. “You owe me for Haidyn, after all. Or have you already forgotten?”
He places the blade between my legs from behind, and I stiffen when I feel it run up the inside of my leggings. “You think I raped you?” He chuckles. “Stupid bitch. You let me do whatever I wanted with you. You think he fucks you because he loves you? No. He loves fucking you because of how I trained you. I made you the whore you are.” The knife comes to a stop, pressing against my pussy. I gasp for breath, trying to spread my legs farther to keep him from cutting me. “Now…be a good dolly and beg me to fuck you.”
With his hand in my hair, he bends me over, shoving my upper body onto the countertop. I bite my tongue, determined to not make a noise.
“I can’t wait to remind you of how much you enjoyed it.” He lets go of my hair, pulling down my leggings to expose my ass.
I seize my chance to grab a second knife from the block. “Fuck you.” I push up and slam my head back, connecting with his face.
He groans, stumbling away, but recovers quicker than I can move. Fisting my hair, he yanks me back, dragging me to the bedroom. I kick and scream the best I can. Twisting in his grip, I take the knife and swing, successfully stabbing him in the side.
“Motherfucker,” he hisses. “Fucking bitch.”
I’m thrown onto the bed, and he gets on top of me. I continue to kick and scream so loudly my lungs burn. I’m in survival mode and not thinking clearly.
He flips me over so I can’t fight him, yanking my leggings all the way down my kicking legs, knocking my shoes off in the process. My nails dig into the bedding, trying to get out from underneath him, but all it does is pull the blankets down. I can’t get a good grip.
This isn’t like the times I fought men at the motel. I wasn’t prepared for him to be here, and he was counting on that.
Taking a handful of hair, he buries my face into the bunched sheets, trying to suffocate me. My heart races as I try to breathe. My lungs burn and my strength weakens by the second. When my body relaxes, he yanks my head up, and I gasp.
“You begged me, sis. I will say this… You were hard to train at first, but in the end, I broke you. Guess I can’t take all the credit, though, huh? The Spades had you before I did. You arrived already begging to be fucked. You didn’t give a shit who the cock belonged to.”
He lets go of me, and my head falls down onto the bed. I try to get my bearings. My breathing is erratic, and my vision is blurry. My leg burns, and I feel something wet and warm underneath me on the bed. Did I pee myself? I did it once at Dollhouse, thinking it would keep them from wanting to go near me. They didn’t fucking care.