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)
When he begins to follow her, I say, “Pl-ease?” My voice is rough from lack of conversation. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here alone. In the dark. I’m going crazy. I keep seeing a figure standing right outside my room. I talk to her, but she just stares back at me. Her eyes judging and her lips frowning in disappointment. It’s my imaginary friend. She’s followed me here, but she no longer speaks to me. Just hovers and stares.
He gets my attention. “What do you want, Eve? Hmm? Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes…please.” This is what he wants, but it’s what I want too. I have this itch between my legs. I need him to help me. He’s the only one who can. No one else touches me but him.
He kneels once more and grips my chin. “Come on, Eve. Beg me to fuck your cunt. Tell me you want to come.”
“I want to come. Please let me come. I’ve been a good dolly.” I try to reach out to him, but I can’t. I’m strapped in a straitjacket. It’s tight and my arms have gone numb. Or they no longer exist, I’m not sure. Haven’t been able to use them in days. I got in trouble and was strapped in this for punishment.
“I’ll tell you what. You suck my cock really good, and I’ll let you come. How’s that sound?”
I lean forward, parting my lips for him, needing him.
He lowers his zipper and pulls out his dick. His hand slaps me across the face, and I cry out from the sting on my cheek. Gripping my hair, he yanks my head back and shoves his cock into my mouth, gagging me.
I lean over, my hands on the tile. My abs tighten as my body strains while I vomit on the shower floor.
“You’re okay, Eve.” Kashton’s hand softly rubs my back, and I close my watery eyes.
“Such a good dolly.”
I do it again at the memory of his voice. For so long I was able to block him out. Maybe it was the drugs they forcibly shot me up with, or maybe I was just good at denial.
“Get her something to wear,” I hear Kashton order over my dry heaving.
“I’m sorry.” I sniff as drool runs from my parted lips. I spit it onto the shower floor and add, “I…didn’t know.”
He won’t love me. Not anymore. I’m trash. Disgusting. I didn’t know Evan was my half brother at the time, but that doesn’t matter. I was exactly what he trained me to be—his whore.
The thought has me vomiting once again.
“I don’t think we should move her,” Haidyn speaks.
“We need to get her the fuck away from here,” Kashton growls. “She needs medical assistance, and she’s safer at Carnage. We’ll grab something that we can take with us in case she gets sick in the car. Wet a washcloth to bring as well.”
“We need to do something with the cut. That tourniquet isn’t going to be enough. It’s too deep,” Saint observes.
“Eve?” Kashton’s hands are on my wet face, his eyes on mine. “Do you have your bag here with you?”
My bag? “No.” It’s at the motel.
“What bag?” Haidyn demands.
Kashton ignores him, sighing. “Go to the kitchen,” he orders Saint. “Grab a knife and a lighter. She keeps them next to the sink.”
“Kash, man…what the fuck?”
“It’s our only option at the moment,” Kashton snaps at Haidyn.
I don’t understand why or what they’re arguing about.
Kashton pulls me out of the shower and places me on the bathroom floor, flat on my back. He straddles my chest and grabs my wrists, pushing them above my head, pinning them to the cold floor. I’m soaking wet, naked, and freezing. My teeth chatter. “Kash—”
His blue eyes are soft, his lips frowning. “I’m sorry, Eve. This is going to hurt, but it’ll be over quick.”
Fingers grip my thighs, and they’re spread wide open. “Please…” I beg, trying to squirm free, but they’re too strong.
“It’s okay, angel. You’re going to be okay,” Kashton tells me, but I think he’s lying. “Eyes on mine, okay? Look at me.”
Something cold runs over my thigh, and I scream at the burn. It stings. My body starts to tremble under Kashton.
“Hold her,” Haidyn barks.
“I am,” Saint growls.
“Hurry up,” Kashton shouts, his hands tightening around my wrists, making me whimper.
“Please…stop…” A scream is ripped from my mouth, and my back bows off the floor when I feel like they lit my leg on fire.
FORTY-SIX
KASHTON
Isit next to her hospital bed back at Carnage. She passed out after Haidyn cauterized the cut on her leg. Then I wrapped her in a blanket and rushed to get her here. She needed medical attention, but we couldn’t move her until we could control the bleeding. It was just too much.
“Do you not have surveillance on her house?” Haidyn asks, breaking the silence.