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Two men stepped in behind him as he grimaced at the sight of my vomit slowly dripping to the floor. My teeth chattered, and I clenched my jaw to stop it. I didn’t know if I was shivering from the fear, the cold air, or a combination of both. All I knew was that I was sick to my stomach, my heart was ready to slam out of my chest, and my head was hurting so goddamn badly, I wanted to rip my brain out of my skull.

“Gag her,” the man in the lab coat ordered.

“No,” I rasped, my throat raw. “Why are you—mmph.” My words were garbled as one of the men quickly shoved a gag into my mouth before tying it behind my head tightly enough that my cheeks ached.

I could only watch in horror as the man in the lab coat tapped the other woman’s cheek. Her eyes slowly slid open, and she sobbed at the sight of him. She tried speaking, but her words were garbled, a gag also residing between her lips. The man grinned down at her. “You’re such a begger,” he murmured as if his words were supposed to be sweet. As if she was supposed to take pride in them. “They’ll love you, pretty thing.”

She shook her head, full-on crying now. Sobs wracked her chest. Her entire body trembled on the table, rattling the metal frame. The doctor slid a rolling table over to him, bringing into view a speculum, a spatula, and long cotton swabs. My chest felt like it was going to cave in.

He was about to examine her. Between her thighs. Fucking violate her.

She screamed against the gag, doing her best to thrash within her restraints as the doctor forced her thighs apart, bending them at an awkward angle that I knew had to be painful. I didn’t want to watch. Couldn’t fucking watch. I ripped my eyes away, but one of the men that’d come into the room with the doctor gripped my hair and forced my head into the perfect angle to watch, ensuring I couldn’t look away.

My tears slid down my cheeks, my heart breaking for her. For me. For anyone else who had gone through this before us and whoever would endure this after us.

I sobbed when he began doing an anal exam on her as well, forcing his gloved fingers inside of her without any lube. Her pain-filled scream ripped my soul to shreds. I’d never felt more hopeless. More helpless. I couldn’t help her. I couldn’t even help myself.

We’d become victims of sick, twisted, sex trafficking bullshit. And if I, a fucking cop, managed to get thrown into this situation…

My hope was diminishing.

By the time the doctor was done violating her and doing his examination, the girl had passed out, her mind forcing her under to protect her. People that could do that were lucky, in a way. They could at least be somewhat protected.

“Now you,” the doctor murmured, turning to face me. He grabbed another table as one of the other men wheeled the one with the used tools away. Vomit rose in my throat, but I managed to swallow it down. “You’re a special one,” he said as if that was supposed to make me… happy?

The door creaked open, a man in a fitted, expensive suit stepping in. His hair was perfectly styled, his beard and mustache groomed to perfection. He wore an expensive Rolex on his wrist, and his shoes gleamed in the overhead lights.

His eyes lacked warmth. Empathy. A fucking soul.

“That she is.” He stood over me as I tensed my thighs, trying to stop the inevitable, but the other two men shoved them open. I gasped in pain, my back arching the slightest bit at the painful, awkward angle, the straps around my ankles burning and rubbing my skin raw as they were forced to turn to accommodate the spread. “I’ll take particular pleasure in breaking you, Abbie Sinclair.”

“Fuck you,” I spat from behind my gag, my words garbled. I doubted he could understand them, but there was no mistaking the venom behind my gaze.

Pain exploded through the lower part of my body between my thighs, and my vision whited out for a moment. I clenched my teeth around the gag, biting back my scream. My hands trembled as I tightened them into fists, my breaths sawing from my lungs.

“This is only the beginning, Abbie,” the man above me spoke, a sadistic gleam burning in his eyes that made every organ in my body shrivel with fear. “You’ll pay for the mistakes your boyfriend’s precious little club has made, and when I’m done with you, I’ll deliver you to him right in front of those gates so he can bury you just as I had to bury my uncle.”

He leaned over me as the speculum was pulled from my vagina, his breath hot on my face. “Your boy toy made a mistake fucking around in my business, trying to dismantle my empire, little girl. And you are going to pay for the price of his and his brothers’ mistakes.”

Gloved fingers shoved into my ass, and that time, I couldn’t hold back my scream of pain…

And terror.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Cameron

Aweek.

An entire fucking week has passed. Seven goddamn days that Abbie had been missing. Seven fucking days of no contact. Of not knowing where she was. Was she still alive? Was she still in the state? In the goddamn country?

For the past seven days, six hours, and fifty-three minutes since I’d found out she was gone, that she’d been taken—fucking kidnapped—I’d been a volatile mess. My temper was worse than normal, and the tiniest things made me lash out. Everyone had been keeping their distance from me. I was pretty sure Jax had Blakely under strict orders to not come near me. Couldn’t blame him. Jax would probably kill me if I so much as looked at his woman sideways.

Blu and Grey looked fucking terrified at the mere sight of me these days, and while I didn’t want them to be afraid of me, I also couldn’t really bring myself to give two fucks about how they felt.

Abbie was missing. Anything could be happening to her. And I couldn’t fucking stop it.

I couldn’t fucking help her.

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